Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 715 Blood slave puppet, leave the star world! (1)
"You're so talkative." Mr. Ling next to him shook his head with a smile, and passed a cup of tea to his precious granddaughter.

Ling Wushuang took it with a smile and took a few mouthfuls.

Ling Moqiu couldn't help but let out a chuckle, feeling deeply moved in his heart, but only Wushuang has the ability to train everyone to be submissive, and stimulate the deepest fighting spirit in their hearts. It's not like they haven't tried such a lecture, It's just that no one can achieve such an effect.

With a wave of his wrist, Ling Wushuang sent the teacup back to the wooden platform in the distance, and his face straightened slightly, "Grandpa, if you find that the disciples of Sunset City, whether they are elders or leaders of any forces, are bullying others, He must be severely punished, and punished as an example to others!"

There are no rules, no circles, and there is no room for negotiation on such a matter of principle.

"I know that." Mr. Ling nodded heavily, looking at Ling Wushuang's eyes, showing a little reluctance.

Lou Junyan didn't know when he appeared beside Ling Wushuang, his dark eyes darkened slightly, and he stood shoulder to shoulder with her, facing Mr. Ling and the others, his thin lips were lightly drawn into a line, and he nodded faintly.

"That's right." Ling Wushuang's brows twitched slightly, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a figure.

The expressionless person, the texture of the blood-red silk threads covering it is so dense that it seems to be covered by a large net, but the body is as stiff as a sculpture, holding a strange weapon in his hand, appearing straight in front of the old man and Ling Moqiu. around.

There was no aura fluctuation in the whole body, and the two of them even took a step back in shock.

"This is?" Old Master Ling's eyes widened, and he blinked strangely.

sculpture?dead?No... it should be a puppet!But it doesn't look like it, the only feeling is the horrible breath!

Ling Wushuang's eyes darkened, looking at the blood slave who had been purified by her to remove his hostility, and said to Ling Qingtian, "This is a puppet that has no owner, grandpa, you can mark it with a soul mark later. "

She tried it once, and used the endless power of life to wash away the blood tree king's aura in the blood slave's body, and it was basically successful.

The old man and Ling Moqiu sighed endlessly. After looking at each other, they all fixed their eyes on this puppet that looked like a stone statue.

After touching his beard with his hands, the old man put his hands behind his back, hunched his body slightly, and walked around the blood slave puppet, narrowing his sharp and steady eyes, looking carefully, and muttering to himself He was most curious, "What is the strength of this puppet?"

Relying on the blood Bodhi brought back by Wushuang, his strength has now been raised to the realm of the strongest king, but Yi still can't understand its realm in the slightest. Could it be a puppet of a high-ranking king?
Ling Wushuang reached out and touched the tip of his nose, coughed lowly, looked at Mr. Ling's serious face, and said in a cautious and soft voice, "It's just a little bit better than that god-killing king."

"You said, what?" Ling Moqiu took a quick look at Ling Wushuang, then stared at the blood slave puppet, his eyeballs almost protruding, "King God King?"

However, Mr. Ling jumped straight, stared at Ling Wushuang in a blink of an eye, his eyes widened like a cow, "It's a little stronger!"

Where did you get this? It's a little bit stronger than the God-killing King. What kind of realm is that? There are even more powerful grades above the God-killing King?Old Master Ling looked dazed, and these questions quickly popped up in his mind.

"Yeah." Ling Wushuang also almost expected the reaction of the two, and just nodded silently at this time.

Ling Moqiu's neck was a little stiff, and when he turned his head to look at Ling Wushuang, he could hear a creaking sound, "Where did you get such a terrifying thing, Wushuang?"

It's too scary, there is still a puppet above the king of the gods.

Ling Wushuang chuckled twice, and just said, "I accidentally picked it up in the cemetery of the gods."

"There are such things, even this one!" Old Master Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and he exclaimed again and again, "It's really a good place, no wonder that boy Zhanxiu said that there are treasures in it, as expected."

Old Master Ling continued to look at the blood slave in front of him with a smile, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The corner of Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he laughed dryly, "It's indeed a good place."

"Do you still have that Wushuang? You didn't just pick up this one, did you?" Mr. Ling stared at his precious granddaughter in a blink of an eye, and said, "Why don't you give me another one?"

A lovely little old man with a flicking beard and a radiant old face.

However, Ling Wushuang staggered slightly, and grabbed Lou Junyan's neighbor next to him, and then straightened his figure. Facing the old man's piercing and wolf-like eyes, he said every word, He smiled and said, "For the time being, that's all."

It's so easy, this old man really thought he picked it up.

The blood tree king's control is really too strong. This blood slave, she tried all kinds of methods to die or live. She was as tired as a dead dog. She spent almost two months in the lock god tower , barely succeeded in washing away the remaining hostility in its body, and it was still a low-grade who had just stepped into the realm of the supreme emperor with one foot.

"That's it." Mr. Ling stroked his beard one after another.

Ling Moqiu was also a little dumbfounded by the old man, how could there be so many things of this level, it would be great to have one.

Ling Wushuang gave the old man a funny look, "This thing should not be summoned unless it is necessary."

With such a supreme-level puppet guarding Sunset City, she felt relieved when she left, unless she met a living ancestor like the old man in the cemetery of the gods, no one would be able to do anything to Sunset City.

"Of course I know this old man." Ling Qingtian nodded cheerfully.

"Beamon!" Ling Wushuang's eyes tightened suddenly, and a strange force gathered in his slender fingertips, pointing at the empty school field not far away, and uttered two words coldly.

"Roar!"

Looking up to the sky and roaring, the entire Sunset City trembled faintly.

In the verdant and lush forest of the setting sun, the sky was startled with black birds, and the surrounding birds and beasts were scurrying around wildly.

"Hoohoo!"

The bright red wind intertwined and entangled on the huge school field, and finally along the direction Ling Wushuang looked directly at, condensed into a savage giant beast on the huge school field, fifty or sixty feet high, like a mountain rising from the ground Then, the formed shadow shrouded the entire building in pitch-black shadow.

However, the hair on its body is so weird that there is an extra piece on the left and no piece on the right. It looks like a dog has gnawed it, which is very weird.

(End of this chapter)