Chapter 130 March

"Your condition is much better than I imagined."

Looking at Chen Changming in front of him, Shang Mo couldn't help but speak like this after observing for a while.

"Looking at you like this, you don't look like the inheritor of the Spirit King, you look more like a normal person than a normal person."

"you flatter me."

Chen Changming looked calm, looked at Shang in front of him and shook his head: "It just looks normal for the time being."

"Actually, the power of the Spirit King still has some influence, and I'm not sure whether I can continue to be normal in the future."

He spoke like this, looking a little helpless.

The family knows their own affairs.

Although he has developed a method to suppress the evil thoughts and release them in one breath, this method is not a panacea.

Once the evil thoughts in the body exceed a certain level, the outbreak will only become more violent.

If it reaches that level, Chen Changming himself doesn't know whether he can suppress it or not.

All I can say is, it depends.

"You can clearly realize this, which is already much better than others."

Shang finally smiled, and brought a bowl of cold soup to Chen Changming.

The soup is black and looks a bit oozing, and there is a black flower floating in it, which is nothing but the black death flower.

Looking at the soup, Chen Changming's expression remained unchanged, but he frowned secretly.

He hadn't forgotten how the soup came from.

The scenes of the black death flowers growing on the corpses and flourishing are still lingering in Chen Changming's mind, and they are definitely a shadow.

Let him drink this stuff now, even if it is fine physically, he will feel a little uncomfortable psychologically.

"Stop it."

Looking at Chen Changming, Shang Mo naturally understood what he was thinking, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Even if ordinary people want to drink, they still don't have this life."

"This is a good thing, even if you search all over the world, there are not many places to find it."

"Except for Zheng'er, I haven't given it to anyone else."

"Is it really that amazing?"

Chen Changming hesitated for a moment, but looking at Shang Zhong in front of him, he finally stretched out his hand and took the bowl of cold soup in his hand.

A little black juice was sucked into the mouth, and an inexplicable feeling emerged on the body.

This black juice doesn't look very good, but it actually tastes very good, with a bit of sweetness in the bitterness, and a very unique taste.

Chen Changming slowly closed his eyes, quietly feeling this feeling.

After drinking it with a bowl of cold soup, it seemed that some kind of change was taking place in his body.

The originally chaotic emotions gradually returned to calm at this moment, and the restlessness that existed in the whole body also slowly subsided at this moment.

This black death flower seems to have a calming effect, which can make people calm and fall into a unique state.

But in fact, the effect of this soup is more than that.

Standing on the spot, Chen Changming could feel that with the drinking of this bowl of soup, there seemed to be some changes in his body, and his blood, which was already very thick, seemed to increase.

"Did you feel it?"

Looking at Chen Changming's reaction, Shang finally smiled: "The Black Death Flower is a good thing. It can not only make people fall into a state of ice-heartedness, but also increase their strength and activate their blood. Taking it for a long time can also increase their aptitude."

"Zheng'er grew up eating this black death flower since he was a child."

"It is indeed a good thing."

After drinking a bowl of cold soup, Chen Changming put down the wooden bowl and nodded at Shang Ding.

Excluding the somewhat penetrating growth method of the Black Death Flower, this kind of spiritual material is definitely a treasure, and it is a good thing that warriors can't wait for.

At the same time, what Shang Mo said also moved Chen Changming's heart.

The identities of Shang Zhong and Zhao Zheng in front of him are definitely not simple.

To be able to cultivate this kind of spiritual material, and to be able to act in this spiritual sect to this day, is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

But Chen Changming didn't care about these anymore.

Now, with his current situation, there is nothing worth plotting by others.

The identity of Shang Zhong in front of him has nothing to do with him.

Sitting here, Chen Changming chatted with Shang Mo for a while, then got up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Yang Ling also came over and watched him leave silently.

The time after that passed so slowly.

In the following time, Chen Changming practiced on his own, going out every half a month to engage in a bloody battle. While absorbing the power of the Spirit King from other people, he also expressed his long-standing evil thoughts.

Of course, while practicing the Spirit King's Secret Code, Chen Changming did not forget to practice other methods.

After casting the Spirit-slaying Knife that day, Xia Qi sent someone to send the follow-up method of Lingwanglu to Chen Changming directly.

This is a rare method of spiritual cultivation, even in the Lingzong, it is also an extremely precious method.

With the assistance of this technique, Chen Changming's practice has gradually stabilized, and the outbreak of evil thoughts has gradually decreased.

Before I knew it, three months had passed.

boom! !

A crisp sound erupted here, and then bursts of cracking sounds came from before the eyes.

In an empty field, with Chen Changming swiping his saber, Tu Ling slashed down with a saber, and the body of the inheritor in front of him exploded directly, just like that.

Flesh and flesh began to fly horizontally, splashing in all directions, and the black blood spread in all directions, dyeing the earth black.

After killing the opponent with a single blow, Chen Changming didn't stop, just turned around and walked slowly towards the prison where he was.

All around, intermittent voices sounded, but compared to three months ago, it was already very rare at this moment.

"There are fewer and fewer people."

Silently returned to his prison, looking at the surrounding scene, feeling the bursts of roars, this thought flashed in Chen Changming's mind.

After three months, there were not many successors of the Spirit King here who were originally densely packed.

In the previous time, bloody battles were carried out here almost every day, and many people died every day.

No matter how many people there are, they can't stand such consumption.

So after more than three months, there are not many people left here at this moment.

Chen Changming counted, and there were probably only a dozen or so people left.

All of a sudden, this place seemed a little empty, and the originally dense figures had disappeared at this moment.

Either turned into corpses, or entered the stomachs of other inheritors.

Of course, after this fierce fight, the remaining inheritors at this moment are basically not weak.

Basically, each one is at least in the pregnant atmosphere.

Including Chen Changming himself.

As early as more than two months ago, Chen Changming successfully broke through through the practice of the Spirit King's Secret Code. His blood qi transformed, his inner qi was transformed, and he was successfully promoted to the realm of pregnant qi.

Compared with the qi and blood environment, the standard of the pregnant qi environment is that the body is full of qi and blood, and even the internal force is metabolized to form its own internal force.

But for this step, many successors of the Spirit King have already completed it.

Different from ordinary martial arts, at the very beginning of practicing the Spirit King's Secret Code, it will give birth to the internal force unique to the Spirit King's Secret Code, which is the so-called power of the Spirit King.

For other warriors, it is a bumpy journey to promote pregnancy, but for the inheritors of the Spirit King, it is a matter of course.

It can only be said that if there is a gain, there is a loss.

"how are you feeling?"

From the side, Wen Liu and weak voices came.

"fine."

Chen Changming nodded calmly, "At least for now, it looks like he's in good spirits."

"What a freak."

Wen Liuhe couldn't help but said, "I've never seen anyone like you."

"I killed so many people along the way, but I haven't gone crazy yet."

"Roughly the same."

Chen Changming said casually, "You really want me to go crazy?"

"well enough."

Wen Liuhe shook his head: "I'm just a little surprised."

Standing where he was, Chen Changming didn't answer, slowly closed his eyes, and started another day of practice.

After three months, each of the remaining inheritors of the Spirit King was extremely terrifying, and even Chen Changming would feel a little bit of difficulty facing them at this moment.

What's more, besides these people, there are stronger people in the core area.

In order to deal with these, Chen Changming can't relax at this moment, he must maintain his own strength and continue to improve rapidly.

Looking at Chen Changming's appearance in the side room, Wen Liuhe shook his head, and stopped talking, as he was getting used to it.

In the past few months, with Chen Changming practicing all the way, although his appearance has not changed, he looks quite normal, but his words have become less and less.

On weekdays, more and more energy is put on practice.

"It seems that there is still a lot of pressure."

Looking at the figures outside, his face was calm, and this thought flashed in his mind.

The next day, when the sun rose again, Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment in the outside world, a figure has appeared.

That was the black-armored guard who was guarding the outside world before, standing outside Chen Changming's room door, and silently opened the door there.

He opened the door of Chen Changming's room, revealing the outside space, and then stood there without saying a word.

Chen Changming opened his eyes, then slowly got up and walked out.

Not long after, he walked to one place and came to another hall.

The scope of the main hall seemed very spacious, but there were not many people in it, only one person.

It was an old man in a golden robe, which looked very majestic, with a long knife on his waist.

He stood there quietly, looking like this, he had been waiting for Chen Changming for a long time.

Looking at the golden-robed elder standing alone in the hall, Chen Changming couldn't help being a little surprised.

During these three months, there were quite a few similar summons.

But the previous few times, it was Xia Qi who summoned him, and this was the first time that the golden-robed elder in front of him summoned him alone.

Of course, no matter who came to summon him, it didn't make any difference to Chen Changming at the moment.

"Elder Golden Knife."

He bowed slightly, looked at the golden-robed elder in front of him and spoke softly.

"You came."

Hearing Chen Changming's voice, Elder Jindao turned around silently and looked at Chen Changming in front of him.