The Daily Life of the Immortal King

As Wang Ling closed the gate of the gate of another world, the scene returned to tranquility again.

According to the records after the landing of the other world gates, when all the other world gates were opened, a storm of demonic energy surged out from there, and the whole city would be eroded by demonic energy, causing various abnormal natural disasters. .

But this kind of big scene is completely invisible now...

Except for the chaotic light phenomenon fluctuations caused by the landing of the portal, Wang Ming could no longer see other abnormal phenomena. Wang Ling's speed of closing the door was too fast. The door to another world had just opened a crack, and it was slammed shut with a thud... Wang Ming even saw the cobweb-like shatter on the door frame. This is enough to prove the great power of Wang Ling when he closed the door.

Wang Ming opened his mouth completely, and this scene made him stunned.

Close the door with one hand...

This is enough to prove that Wang Ling's explosive power with one arm weighs at least one billion kilograms...

This kind of power once again refreshed Wang Ming's understanding of the upper limit of Wang Ling's power.

He originally thought that Wang Ling would not exert such power at all when he was affixed with the seal talisman. God knows that this seal talisman really only played a role in assisting Wang Ling to better control his strength and restrain his breath.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming couldn't help but leave a few drops of cold sweat.

He couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if Wang Ling took off this seal. !

"So...the door to another world is closed like that?"

Wang Ming carried Chen Chao behind his back, and stared blankly at the huge portal in front of him.

It's closing too fast...

Wang Ming even felt that even if the radar here was not blocked, it might be too late to cut through the director screen of the conference room outside.

Moreover, Wang Ming felt that he could already think of the dung-eating expression on the face of the demon king in the gate of another world.

Such a thick arm, the length is as high as two or three adults, and the blue veins on it suddenly rise, like a horned dragon entwined... From the analysis of the proportion of the arm, Wang Ming thinks that the demon king behind this portal is the tallest. At least twenty meters high.

Six years ago, after the demon army experienced a collective withdrawal event...

Obviously, this demon king stretched out his hand after plucking up his courage.

Its heart is filled with the joy of reviving the demon clan in the future, the excitement of realizing the great revival dream of restoring the glory of the demon clan, and the expectation that all ethnic monks will feel fear after the demon clan descends...

As a result, the hand just stretched out...

Just fucking cut off.

...

...

A few seconds before the gate of another world came, Er Ha was already nearby.

Then it saw that the familiar chaotic light poured out from the gate of another world...

But Er Ha didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, because he also came out of that door six years ago.

But the ending is a bit tragic.

Not long after he came out, ten-year-old Wang Ling punched him in the stomach with a punch, so frightened that the demon army behind him all retreated directly.

This time, seeing the gate of another world coming again, Er Ha's first feeling was that it was familiar, and at the same time, it felt a little strange.

This is a small world specially created by General Yi for the students of this escape competition. Something as dangerous as the Gate of Another World will never appear here.

So when he saw the door of another world, Er Ha suddenly had a guess in his heart that this door was summoned here!

However, who else has the courage and the ability to drive the gate of another world and communicate with the monsters inside?

Er Ha couldn't think of a reasonable answer at all.

And at this time, it saw the door of the otherworld's door open from a distance, and a thick purple demon claws stretched out from it.

Er Ha's eyes widened: "This is... a troll race?"

It recognized the origin of this demon claw almost at a glance. Each demon clan has a demon talisman on its body, which corresponds to its own race and identity. Erha dares to be 100% sure that this is the demon claw of the troll clan, and from the physique of the arm alone, Erha dares to assert that this is the demon king, the leader of the troll clan!

On the top 100 rankings of the demon clan, the swallowing clan ranked twenty-eighth, ranking in the middle of the ranking of the demon clan. But the troll clan is the real top card of the demon clan, ranking in the top ten! An elder of a troll clan whose strength is comparable to his own heyday... Not to mention, a leader-level demon king?

What to do, do you want to go up?

an inch...

another inch...

It saw that the purple demon claws had stretched out a little bit from the crack of the door, and finally stretched out a whole arm and pressed it on the door.

"It's coming out!"

The moment he saw that arm, Er Ha's nerves were directly tense.

When Wang Ling killed himself, he only used one punch.

But after all, this was the top ten demon clan, and he was still the leader of the troll clan. Now that Wang Ling was wearing a talisman, Er Ha felt that the result was really hard to say.

Erha felt that he could actually negotiate, but he felt that the troll leader would not listen to him at all...

At this moment, Haha's heart was very anxious.

However, it happened at this time.

It saw Wang Ling walking towards the gate of another world step by step.

With such a push with his hand, the door closed with a "dong"...

Two clam: "..."

And then, no more...

Er Ha saw that the huge troll arm was cut off like this, fell from the air, and hit the ground with a bang...

This scene is somewhat familiar.

Erha never expected that after six years, the invasion of the demon clan would fail again.

And this time the situation is even more tragic. At least the last time during the invasion, a few monsters were successfully infiltrated.

This time, without even stepping in, Wang Ling ruthlessly blocked the door...

...

...

Hundreds of years later, inside the gate of another world, on the top of a cliff.

It was the ancestral land of the troll clan. A one-armed old troll was sitting on the cliff with his grandson in his arms. a bunch.

The old troll is already old. He retired from a high position and started his retirement life, and now he is full of children and grandchildren. The grandson in his hand is already two hundred years old, but he is only four meters tall. For the trolls with longevity, this is still only a little bit...

The breeze blew across the cliff, and the grandson who was sleeping in the arms of the one-armed old troll woke up. He rubbed his eyes and stared at his grandfather: "Grandpa, grandpa, how did your arm break?"

One-armed old troll: "Why do you ask this question every day..."

Every day my grandson wakes up asking the same question, he's going crazy!

Little troll: "Because I'm really curious! But grandpa always refuses to tell me!"

The old troll looked at his grandson and said quietly, "You really... want to know?"

The little troll nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice: "I guess, it must have been the enemy who cut him off when grandpa fought bloody battles on the front line of the demon clan, right? I want to hear grandpa's story!"

The old troll shook his head: "No..."

Little troll: "Is it because he was cut off by a rival in love to protect grandma?"

The old troll was silent for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth: "You may not believe it, grandpa's hand was cut off by the door..."

Little troll: "..."