My friends are gods

Chapter 310 Is This What You Say You Can't Beat Daoist Wu Wang?
Anyway, from their conversation just now, it can be heard that the strength of the person in front of him is not very good.

Can't beat real Wu Wang.

How can you fight against yourself with such strength?
Although, purely in terms of realm, his late foundation establishment stage is slightly weaker than Master Wu Wang, or at the same level.

But in a real battle, the ordinary Daoist Wu Wang is really no match for this white-clothed man.

Therefore, facing Song Qiming at this moment, the man in white was full of disdain.

"Since you know each other, I won't talk so much nonsense."

The man in white sneered: "With your small body, I can crush you to death with one finger. You'd better go back to the sect obediently with me."

"Oh."

Song Qiming nodded lightly and responded.

It stands to reason that the man in white should be happy to meet such an honest person.

But this "oh" seemed to represent disdain and disregard, which made the face of the man in white darken instantly.

Not only the man in white, but even Wei Ling's expression changed.

Can you say "oh" casually?

This is the most perfunctory and the easiest to irritate words.

The degree of hurt in the text is second only to-haha.

Even though Wei Ling knew that Song Qiming's strength should not be underestimated, when he destroyed the Skull and Bones earlier, he showed a fighting power that surpassed that of a master...

but! !
Surpassing the Grandmaster does not necessarily mean entering the Realm of King Wu!

One must know that grandmasters are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, and Song Qiming only surpassed ordinary grandmasters at that time.

Even if he is the strongest among the masters, he still hasn't reached the realm of Daoist Wu Wang.

"Song Qiming, let's go!"

Wei Ling gritted his teeth, and he almost yelled out while being held.

"shut up!"

The white-clothed man's gaze sank, and he said coldly: "This kid, I must take him back and torture him well. He is stronger than the two of you, but you still persuade him to leave. I don't think you can live well." I'm getting impatient!"

The man in white only knew that Song Qiming was not as good as the real King Wu.

But I don't know Song Qiming's specific strength, but I can also know that he is stronger than Wei Ling - after all, the previous sentence, from far to near, condensed but not scattered, is enough to explain everything.

"I advise you to let my friend go, otherwise, I won't let you take me to Tianyin Sect."

Song Qiming said with a smile.

No one knows what he meant by this sentence—you are not allowed to take it because I want to kill you and go in by myself.

The man in white was taken aback.

Immediately, he arrogantly raised his head and laughed, and said: "Hahaha, advise me? Besides, you said you won't let me take you with me? If I want to take you to my sect, what do you have?" How to resist?"

"Resist?"

Song Qiming curled his lips and said, "I have no reason to resist."

He really didn't need to resist, because he was the one who wanted to kill, and it was the man in white who really wanted to resist. However, the man in white had no chance to resist in Song Qiming's hands.

The man in white frowned, his wild laughter slowly subsided.

He always felt that the person in front of him was not normal, he was talking nonsense, not like a normal person at all.

However, he didn't know that in Song Qiming's eyes, he acted like an ignorant clown, not a normal person.

"It looks like you're not going to let go of my friend?"

Song Qiming sighed helplessly, and confirmed again.

"Humph!"

The man in white snorted coldly and said, "Why should I let it go?"

He just finished speaking.

Then, his expression changed in an instant, becoming extremely ferocious, and his face still turned red.

He suddenly felt that his breathing began to become difficult, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly strangling his throat, unable to breathe, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Ugh."

Song Qiming sighed softly, and said: "I planned to let you take me there, but you didn't know what to do, so I had no choice but to go there by myself. As for you, go see the King of Hades."

There is no doubt that all of this was done by Song Qiming.

His aura locked onto the man in white, and he couldn't resist with just a single thought.

A strong man in the Mahayana stage would not even need to move his hands to kill a person in the Foundation Establishment stage, all he needed was a thought.

"Uh uh uh……"

The eyes of the man in white began to turn white, and a low, hoarse, piercing voice came from his throat.

Until this moment, he finally knew what kind of terrifying existence he had offended.

He wanted to fight back, but couldn't.

Even if he wanted to pull Wei Ling and his companions on his back, he couldn't use any strength at all.

At this moment, the whole world gradually became dark.

cold!
At this moment, the man in white only felt a chill attacking his body, making him shiver all over.

In the endless darkness, there seemed to be a faint light.

That ray of light seemed to be a door.

The man in white who had been struggling in the darkness for a long time wanted to rush into that door.

The door opened, and a deep and deep road, as if it had been created out of nothing, was paved.

And from that door, two blue-faced fangs came out, they looked like human beings, but they were not human figures at all.

The two figures grabbed the man in white and walked towards the glowing door.

The man in white suddenly reacted.

This road is the road to hell!

he……

I really want to see Hades!

Consciousness is completely blurred.

In the woods, Song Qiming put away his thoughts.

The body of the man in white fell straight and fell heavily into the woods.

His limbs have become extremely stiff.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The two of them, Wei Ling, were naturally thrown on the ground. They coughed and fell to the ground with disheveled faces.

Fortunately, neither of them suffered any injuries, and stood up directly from the ground.

Looking at the stiff white-clothed man lying on the ground, Wei Ling's eyes flashed with lingering fear.

Just now, he really felt the fear.

Really afraid of their own death ah!

Fortunately, Song Qiming came.

Wei Ling looked at Song Qiming again, his eyes were full of shock.

Song Qiming's strength has increased again!
It was clear that Song Qiming hadn't seen him make a move just now, but the man in white was dead.

This is the existence of the Realm of Wu Wang Daoist!

He even said he died.

Died without warning.

Wei Ling's companion was also extremely shocked, looking at Song Qiming in horror, and then at the man in white.

He murmured: "Wei Ling, you bastard, is this the one you said could not beat the real King Wu?

Tell me, how can this be unbeatable?

If he didn't move, he would be killed directly. Such a powerful existence, you actually let him go.

He's gone, we both have to die, my Cao.

The most stupid thing is that I also let him go, I have never been so stupid. "

(End of this chapter)