Chapter 127 The Thread of Fate

When Chen Changming was concentrating on his cultivation and was about to walk on a road of no return, a thin figure raised his head in a place not far away, as if aware of it.

"interesting."

Shang finally raised his head, feeling the unusual changes in the distance, deduced subconsciously for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile: "The order of the spirit king."

"I can't see it, kid, you and this spirit king's life are exceptionally compatible."

"Looking at it like this, I don't need the old man to think of a way to push you."

He smiled, looking happy with the result in front of him.

Time passed slowly.

In the prison, Chen Changming silently practiced the secret code of the Spirit King.

After the last worry in his heart was put aside, the practice of the Spirit King's Secret Code was officially on the right track.

Almost every day, the power of the spirit king in his body is growing rapidly, and the speed of that growth is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Wen Liuhe can no longer see through Chen Changming's specific cultivation level.

As early as a few days ago, when Chen Changming was practicing, he still couldn't control his blood leaking out.

But now, when his control over the Secret Code of the Spirit King has been further improved, the blood on his body is no longer exposed, and every inch of the red glow that was spontaneously revealed during his cultivation has also disappeared, and has directly disappeared.

Observing all this, Wen Liuhe not only didn't feel relaxed, but felt heart palpitations.

Because Chen Changming was able to do this, it meant that he had mastered his own blood energy to a certain extent, otherwise it would be impossible to take the initiative to restrain his own blood energy without showing it at all.

Compared with the majestic and terrifying scene when it was revealed before, this hidden state is undoubtedly more terrifying and deeper.

But to Wen Liuhe's surprise, while Chen Changming's cultivation base was rapidly improving, he managed to maintain his spiritual intelligence well, and did not fall under the power of the huge spirit king.

"How tough is this kid's spirit?"

Sitting on his bed, looking at Chen Changming who was sitting quietly in the room beside him, and seeing Chen Changming who was still practicing like this, Wen Liuhe couldn't help but flash this thought in his heart.

In fact, Chen Changming's spirit is indeed extremely tenacious, but if it is not affected in the slightest, that is not necessarily the case.

During these days, Chen Changming clearly felt that the evil thoughts in his heart were brewing. Although they didn't appear at the moment, they were lurking.

Under the subtle influence of those evil thoughts, Chen Changming could feel that his personality began to change subtly these days. Occasionally, when he was calm, there was always an inexplicable killing intent flickering in his heart, a kind of rushing out regardless of everything, opening his eyes wide. The urge to kill.

This feeling is very obvious, and it is getting stronger and stronger, but it is suppressed by Chen Changming very well, and it has not shown at all.

But this is only a temporary depression.

The hidden evil thoughts are slowly accumulating in the heart, and one day they will accumulate into a torrent.

If there is no outlet to vent, it will have an extremely terrifying impact when it erupts completely.

At that time, Chen Changming might turn into a demon god.

So, he has been waiting for an opportunity.

In the prison, Chen Changming quietly closed his eyes, with a calm expression on his face, without any emotional fluctuations, just sitting there.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, another seven days passed.

Outside, the turbulent sounds continued, and the sounds of violent fighting continued almost every day.

It was not until another morning when footsteps gradually sounded from the outside world that Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes.

Outside the prison, a guard in black armor stood there, silently opening the door of Chen Changming's room.

In the outside world, a roar sounded.

A dark-skinned man with a dull and terrifying face was standing there, looking in this direction blankly.

His gaze was dull, following the movements of the black-armored guard, he silently looked in the direction of Chen Changming, watching him there.

Chen Changming stood up silently.

With a calm face, he picked up the long knife in his hand, and just looked at the outside world, and also looked at the deformed man.

Then, he walked out slowly.

In the side room, Wen Liuhe looked at Chen Changming's figure with some concern.

During this period of time, he could clearly feel that the pressure from Chen Changming's body was getting stronger and stronger, and sometimes he couldn't breathe.

That feeling was terrifying, as if Chen Changming in front of him was no longer an ordinary person, but an inhuman existence.

Extremely scary.

But now, with Chen Changming getting up, that feeling intensified in an instant, so clear that people didn't even have the courage to stand in front of him.

Undoubtedly, some changes have taken place on Chen Changming's body. Although his spirit is still normal, the strength all over his body is becoming more and more terrifying.

Wen Liuhe didn't know whether this change was good or bad, so he could only watch Chen Changming leave with worried eyes.

In the distance, the tall deformed man looked a little uneasy.

He stood where he was, roaring continuously, looking at Chen Changming who was slowly approaching from a distance with a very calm expression, looking extremely uneasy.

Facing this person, Chen Changming moved forward slowly.

He walked very slowly, like ordinary people walking, without any sense of urgency, but seemed very leisurely.

But very strangely, looking at his figure, all the surrounding voices stopped at this moment.

No matter how powerful the inheritor was, at the moment he saw Chen Changming, he seemed to feel something, and he stopped roaring and howling, his whole expression seemed a little uneasy.

His performance was seen by some people and seemed very interesting.

"Have you achieved this in just a few days?"

In a corner above the high platform, Zhao Zheng and Shang Zhong hid in a corner, looking down at Chen Changming, who was slowly moving forward, with a calm face, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

The sight of ordinary people is different from his.

From his perspective, it is obvious that many unusual things can be seen.

In his eyes, among the many inheritors of the spirit king below at this moment, there is a faint thread on their bodies, which is involved with a certain existence in the dark.

That represented their entanglement with the Spirit King's fate, as well as their destiny.

Among them, the thicker the line of fate and the tighter the connection, it means that it is more closely connected with the life of the spirit king, and vice versa.

Like Wen Liu and other failed inheritors whose own spirit king power has been absorbed by others, the thread of fate on their body is only a faint layer, and it is almost completely cut off.

But with Chen Changming, it was the complete opposite.

In Shang Zhong's line of sight, the lines on Chen Changming's body were so thick that they almost turned into substance, and there was a faint red color in them.

The connection with the Spirit King's order has reached an inseparable level.