The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Because of Jiang Liuyue's threat, the shelling stopped...

"Didn't I say that they are all staying on the ground and attacking with artillery fire? Who ran to the top of the mountain for me!?" Zheng Tan never thought that his plan had gone wrong here. He quickly swept to the top of the mountain: "Let me see, which bastard..."

Then, Zheng Tan saw the snow-white figure in the arms of the woman on the top of the mountain.

Meow... meow fairy?

This time, Zheng Tan was dumbfounded.

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When Wang Ling was caught by Jiang Liuyue, he was still sensing Zheng Tan's breath. It turned out that Zheng Tan, the ghostly spirit, was still shrinking at the foot of the mountain, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was also amazed by Zheng Tan's command.

Commanding tens of thousands of cats to participate in the battle, Zheng Tan was stunned to achieve zero casualties... Not only that, but this group of shadow stream killers huddled above the top of the mountain by the surging fire of Zheng Tan's independent regiment. I didn't dare to come down at all.

Wang Ling found that his worries were completely overwhelmed...

Zheng Tan's growth is much faster than he imagined!

Looking back at the woman who bound him to her chest, Wang Ling knew that this person was the legendary Lord of Shadow Streams.

But it was very strange that Wang Ling felt that the other party's aura was weak.

Because according to rumors, the real master of the shadow stream should at least be a god.

With such doubts in mind, Wang Ling opened his eyes, and the situation was as expected. This Shadow Stream Lord wasn't real, or he wasn't the real body at all—it was just a clone created using psychic clay.

Compared with Wang Ling's big avatar technique, the material structure of the avatar created by using psionic clay is more stable, and there is no need to think about the disappearance of the avatar. But the disadvantage is that such a clone needs to be close to the main body before it can be absorbed. If the clone is destroyed during the outing, the realm strength of the main body will also be frustrated.

It's no wonder that this woman is trapped on the top of the mountain and dare not come down. If it is the main body of the Lord of Shadow Stream, Zheng Tan's Hudali Cannon may not be able to help the other party at all.

This is a rather treacherous woman, in order to protect her identity from being exposed, she even made such "insurance".

It can only be said that as the true master of the shadow stream, Jiang Liuyue is more cautious than ordinary people imagine, but even so, there is a point that makes Jiang Liuyue guarded.

That is, the appearance of Wang Ling.

"These goddamn cats... Wait for my shadow stream reinforcements to arrive, you all have to die!" Jiang Liuyue said coldly, clutching Wang Ling tightly.

Wang Ling stared at Jiang Liuyue lightly. Although Jiang Liuyue held him tightly, it didn't hurt much. The posture of the situation is a little strange, because the two balls behind him even feel a little bit leaning on the sofa...

Of course, Wang Ling wasn't so wretched, and a plump type like this was never Wang Ling's food.

So when the woman held it up as a cat, Wang Ling twisted lightly and broke free of the woman's restraint.

"Not good!" Jiang Liuyue didn't expect this snow-white Persian cat to have such great strength, and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the outstretched hand only rubbed against Wang Ling's smooth cat tail, and then she watched helplessly. A Persian cat, floating in the void, staring at himself with a condescending gaze.

Jiang Liuyue finally realized that this cat is not simple.

Sure enough... suddenly appeared on the top of this mountain, did he teleport by some magic weapon?

"Who the hell are you..." She also looked at Wang Ling.

Then, what responded to her... was a powerful Reiatsu that poured down like a torrent!

Jiang Liuyue saw a strange light in the eyes of this white Persian cat!

Not only her, the shadow stream killers on the top of the mountain are all immobile!

Whether it was Jiang Liuyue or Mo Li, they all felt as if their blood was solidifying, their bodies were stiff, and they couldn't move...

Those immobilized shadow stream killers all showed their frightened eyes. In such a state, they could not cast spells at all, and the barriers blocking the artillery fire were all broken at this moment!

Wang Ling glanced down the mountain, Zheng Tan was holding a telescope, waiting for his orders.

Wang Ling nodded from a distance.

The next moment, accompanied by a few roars from Zheng Tan, the cannon was almost roared!

boom boom boom...

The entire mountain top was instantly filled with rising mushroom clouds...

This series of explosions lasted for a full five minutes before they stopped. The smoke from the top of the mountain dissipated, and the assassins of the shadow streamers were all blown to charcoal, and collapsed to the ground in various strange postures. The artillery fire from Dali was very ferocious, but it did not completely kill the group of shadow stream killers.

If this is playing a game, maybe you can see a bunch of misses popping out of Wang Ling's head...

The power of this artillery fire was estimated by Wang Ling, and at most it could only seriously injure this group of people.

As long as these people are incapacitated, as for the rest... Wang Ling felt that it would be better to hand it over to the state according to the previous practice!

When Zheng Tan brought the chief of staff, the monk, and the second battalion commander up the mountain, all the cats saw the usually fierce head of the independent regiment and the wild cat who had been straying all the time, and fell into Wang Ling's arms screaming.

The monk covered his cat's face and suddenly felt a little ashamed: "..." You have to be reserved, Captain!

Wang Ling: "..."

This is the second time Zheng Tan has seen Immortal Meow, and the excitement is of course self-evident.

After stabilizing his emotions, Zheng Tan finally regained his composure, and instructed the cats behind him, "You guys, go to them and search for me..."

The entrance to Shadow Stream's headquarters is in a manhole cover on the top of the mountain, which is relatively secretive. However, no one in the Shadow Stream Ministry on the top of the mountain has the ability to act, and the cats of the Independent Regiment have no resistance at all.

Wang Ling looked around and confirmed that all the shadow stream killers had fallen.

Jiang Liuyue's clay clone was blown to pieces, leaving only half of her face.

However, that half of his face was like scorched earth.

She looked at Wang Ling with disgust in her eyes. She hated it so much... She was still able to speak: "Who are you..."

Wang Ling didn't speak, he just probed his spiritual sense. He wanted to use the memory retrieval technique to search Jiang Liuyue to see if he could extract any valuable information. But unfortunately, he found that Jiang Liuyue's mind was blank...

Sure enough, you still have to find the main body, and the memory exploration technique is ineffective for the clay clone.

Since there is no useful information, this clay clone is of no value to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, and without saying a word, he directly blew up the last half of the woman's face...

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At the same moment, in a completely closed basement in Jinghua City.

The woman who was sitting cross-legged in seclusion with her eyes closed also spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow"...