Chapter 132 The Final Improvement

Looking at the name on the projected column in front of him, Chen Changming was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he continued to click on it.

A faint light flickered, and the familiar projection space reappeared.

In front of his eyes, Yang Ling's figure appeared again, and just appeared on the opposite side, and then rushed towards him.

boom!

A soft sound sounded at this moment, and then Yang Ling's figure fell down like this.

"Gain weak perception."

"Perception."

Looking at the handwriting in front of him, Chen Changming thought for a moment: "Are you gifted in sensing?"

Yang Ling's sensory ability is indeed very strong.

During this period of time, she had obviously lost her martial arts, and now she is just an ordinary person, but she still has a very keen sense, and she can accurately find Chen Changming's location many times.

Thinking about it now, this is also a kind of innate endowment.

After Yang Ling's seventh projection was used up, Chen Changming continued to look in front of him, and then he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Because in front of her eyes, Yang Ling's name was still there.

An eighth projection is possible.

Chen Changming was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably complicated at this moment.

During the period of obtaining the projection ability, there were not many people who could perform seven projections, but those who could perform the eighth projection were even rarer, and each of them was a close relative.

It is the first one who is not a close relative but can perform the eighth projection.

And the more times you can project, it often means that the other party has deeper feelings for you.

Thinking back to Shang Zhong's previous statement that Yang Ling's fate would last no more than ten years, Chen Changming couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

Standing in place, after a long while, he calmed down, continued to click Yang Ling's name in front of him, and started the eighth projection.

"Obtain a weak spiritual root."

Faint handwriting appeared in front of my eyes, no surprises, what I saw was still a spiritual root.

From the current point of view, Chen Changming is currently undergoing the eighth projection, and what he has seen seems to be only the spiritual root.

I don't know if there will be other things in the future.

After the eighth projection was finished, Yang Ling's name slowly disappeared in front of her eyes.

Afterwards, Chen Changming looked in front of him and continued to project.

The number of projections he has accumulated during this period is quite a lot.

In addition to Zhao Zheng, Yang Ling and others, in that piece of chaotic graveyard, there are also many inheritors of the spirit king who failed in the trial of the spirit king and finally survived in the chaotic graveyard.

For Chen Changming, these are the best projection objects.

On the one hand, they have a glorious past, and each of them has at least one copy of the Spirit King's Secret Code that can be manifested.

On the other hand, they have now lost their own spirit king power, and they are basically no different from ordinary people now.

Very weak and easy to project.

Chen Changming didn't dare to touch the two figures like Elder Jin Dao and even Shang Zhong.

Since he probably won't be able to beat him, naturally there's no need to ask for trouble.

The familiar projection space kept flickering. In it, Chen Changming cleaned up all the projections that could be scanned in one breath, and finally stopped his movements and continued to look in front of him.

Strength: 5.15. Agility: 5.07. Physique: 5.18.

Projection: Golden Sword, Zhao Zheng, Shang Zhong

Talent: Avatar

The familiar projection interface appears in front of you.

It's just that compared to before, there were only three names left on the projection column.

Standing in place, Chen Changming looked at Zhao Zheng's name, hesitated for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​projecting now.

Not worth it.

During this period of getting along, through some clues, he can see that Zhao Zheng also has not weak martial arts, and his strength should not be weak.

If you project now, you can gain something.

But considering his age and his mysterious background, he still has a lot of room for projection.

The best choice is to wait until later, when its strength grows to a certain level, before projecting.

That's when it's the best choice.

So after hesitating for a while, Chen Changming finally gave up his current plan to project, and retreated silently.

Standing on the spot, Chen Changming looked up to the outside world with a calm expression on his face.

In his body, the majestic power of the spirit king was surging, and it was turbulent at the moment, appearing to be very restless.

This is the aftereffect brought about by the surge in the power of the spirit king in a short period of time, and it will take a while to get used to it.

But at this moment, Chen Changming felt that his condition was unprecedentedly good, and his whole body was standing at a peak, as if he could beat his previous self with any move.

This is of course a bit exaggerated, but to a certain extent, it is not entirely a false illusion.

After presenting those past spiritual king inheritors one by one, Chen Changming's physical data did not increase much, but the power of the spiritual king in his body increased too much.

From the data alone, it seems that there is not a big difference compared with before, but once the power of the spirit king in the body is used, the combat power will become extremely different, reaching a huge gap.

"It has reached the critical point."

Sitting on the head of the bed, quietly looking at the outside world, this thought flashed through Chen Changming's mind.

Along with the flushing of the blood in his body, the power of the Spirit King in his body was surging.

In his heart, a black imprint was flickering, and it began to manifest spontaneously at this moment, devouring the power of the spirit king in Chen Changming's body.

Faintly, it seems that some kind of change is taking place.

Unknowingly, after manifesting the projections accumulated during this period at one time, Chen Changming has reached the peak of pregnancy, and it seems that he is only one step away from the high innate state.

Chen Changming could clearly feel all of this.

After manifesting many past spiritual king inheritors, his accumulation is enough, but it still takes a while to transform and slowly adapt his body to this process.

Maybe it won't take long for Chen Changming to cross this distance and really reach that step.

With this in mind, Chen Changming slowly closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, the day passed, the sun slowly set, and it was night.

In the dark night, a huge silver moon hangs high in the sky, casting faint moonlight.

On the ground, in the core area of ​​this prison, a pair of huge eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Through the faint moonlight in the dark night, one can clearly see that this is an extremely tall man.

His figure is extremely tall, at least three meters high at a glance, like a little giant, with muscles all over his body stretched out, making him look extremely majestic.

In a spacious and huge room, he was tightly trapped here with layers of chains wrapped around his body.

In the past, he had been sleeping here, but at this moment, he seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and began to wake up spontaneously. A pair of scarlet eyes slowly looked towards the outside world, looking towards the outer direction.

From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, a thick line of fate is flickering, and it seems to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus at this moment, and it begins to stir up spontaneously.

A faint low growl resounded throughout, gradually resounding here and there.

Then came the sound of chains loosening.

Time passed slowly.

When the night passed, the faint golden sun spread again, illuminating the whole world brightly.

Chen Changming woke up from meditation, and looked outside as if aware of it.

After manifesting Yang Ling's perceptual talent, his senses seem to be much stronger now.

At this moment, he can clearly feel that there seems to be a certain existence in the distance that is slowly recovering, slowly recovering.

A deep malice is spreading, gradually coming towards this place.

Chen Changming's body tensed subconsciously, and then he let go.

Standing in place, he looked outside.

For his own time, Chen Changming has always planned well.

This day was supposed to be the day to visit Yang Ling and the others in the Luan Tomb.

But feeling the tense feeling all over his body at this moment, Chen Changming hesitated for a while, and in the end he still didn't move. He just stayed there silently, meditating there.

Right now, the most important thing for him to do is practice, so that he can pass that threshold as soon as possible and embark on the path of innateness.

And at this moment in time, any little bit of time is undoubtedly precious.

Therefore, Chen Changming didn't move, but just stayed in his room and meditated, quietly waiting for the moment when he was promoted.

In this kind of waiting, before I knew it, several days passed.

After a few days, Chen Changming's state had reached a peak, and he was getting closer and closer to the final threshold.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't really cross that threshold, and he was still a little short of the final step.

Of course, under normal circumstances, he shouldn't be anxious about this.

The promise of the Golden Knife Heavenly King is still there. At this moment, he will not be in much danger for the time being, and there is still a lot of time to grind slowly, slowly adjust his state, and reach the step of final promotion.

However, even though this is the case in theory, Chen Changming can only feel a burst of anxiety.

An inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, making him feel a burst of anxiety.

At a level invisible to ordinary people, a red line of fate was vibrating violently. At this moment, he seemed to feel something. The power in it was fluctuating, and it was warning Chen Changming.

This unknown change was affecting Chen Changming's body and mind, causing an ominous premonition to arise in his heart.

So, in the next time, he sat here cross-legged, trying to do his best to improve himself as much as possible.

This state continued for eight full days.

"Hello?"

At noon on the eighth day, a gentle voice sounded from the side.

He looked at the room on the side, at Chen Changming who was sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, keeping a motionless posture, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried in his eyes: "It's been eight days, are you still okay?"

Looking at Chen Changming, he asked like this.

It's just that nothing happened in the end, and I didn't get any response.