Chapter 135 Madness

Deadly killing intent is tilted.

The Spirit King's Saber slashed down, carrying the killing intent accumulated for a long time, and it slammed down.

The black long knife swept across, and then fell down, slashing heavily with the force of ten thousand jun.

The man's body froze suddenly, his face froze, and he fell into a sluggish state.

On his chest, a deep knife mark emerged, and the thick black blood on it spread and dripped slowly.

The black long knife in Chen Changming's hand was stuck in front of his chest, making it impossible to penetrate an inch.

Even if it was so fierce, the knife that gathered all the strength in his body could not cut his body into pieces when it was cut on the man's body.

Not to mention other things, the solidity of the body alone is really rare, and it makes people feel scalp tingling.

Even Chen Changming couldn't help frowning at this moment, feeling a bit tricky.

However, the man in front of him had amazing defenses physically, but it was not the case on the spiritual level.

As the Spirit King slashed down with a knife, his body fell into a sluggish state, and his spirit was directly covered by the terrifying evil thoughts contained in this knife, and was enveloped by it.

Accompanied by the slashing of the knife, a boundless illusion swept across, and the use of the spiritual method recorded on the Lingwanglu and the Heart Sword circulated the evil thoughts in the body, rushing towards the man in front of him.

Boundless evil thoughts arise and disappear, disappear and reappear, and are constantly being stimulated at this moment.

Standing in place, Chen Changming could clearly feel that the spirit of the man in front of him was weakened for a while, and it seemed that he was about to disappear under his sword, but he recovered quickly.

A pair of scarlet eyes opened again, and the fierce light in his eyes flourished again.

Roar! !

He let out a roar, like thunder passing by, deafening.

Then, a huge palm came down and patted on Chen Changming.

boom! !

This palm was slapped head-on, and it landed on Chen Changming's body, directly slapping him until he vomited blood.

In his chest, a depression appeared, and there was a distant pain in it, and there seemed to be the sound of bones breaking faintly.

A faint black was flowing, blood was dripping from the corner of Chen Changming's mouth, and the blood in his body was boiling.

But under the pain, a certain instinct in his body was also revived, and the power of the spirit king was gradually activated, which made him feel a sense of ruthlessness.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he rushed up directly.

The bursts of light sounded again.

In mid-air, violent winds danced in all directions, and the power of Cuncun Lingwang turned into black air, which emerged at this moment and enveloped the place.

A series of black textures covered Chen Changming's body surface.

In its body, at the heart, a black imprint was throbbing, and it seemed to feel the crisis at this moment, and it began to be activated spontaneously.

Roar!

A howl broke out.

Black blood splattered everywhere, and in a black mist, two figures were fighting in it, rushing towards each other, fighting here.

Ming Yuan slashed out again, it was fierce, and with the blessing of the spirit king, it was enough to break metal and iron, but it only cut sparks when it hit the man in front of him.

They stood there, picking up a violent wind with a single blow. If they slapped a person, it would be enough to beat the person into a meat paste. Make a big hole.

If this scene is seen by other people, I'm afraid everyone will feel their scalps go numb.

Where does it look like a human being.

Whether it is Chen Changming or the man in front of him, his body is extremely strong, and now with the blessing of the power of the spirit king in his body, his strength is even more terrifying, reaching an inhuman level.

It can be said that with their level of strength, even if they are facing an army, they may not have the slightest fear, enough to kill it abruptly.

boom! !

The astonishing sound came again.

In the arena, as the man roared, Chen Changming's body flew upside down again.

Inch and inch of black blood scattered everywhere, and Chen Changming's body was covered with wounds. At this moment, he looked extremely miserable.

Severe pain rose from all over his body, unprecedentedly violent.

But what was strange was that Chen Changming didn't feel any pain at all, even though his whole body was covered with injuries. On the contrary, he felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

As if, he has been looking forward to this.

"The influence of the power of the spirit king?"

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he smiled in a low voice, with an inexplicably crazy expression: "But it's not bad."

Roar! !

There was a roar.

Ahead, the man let out a roar, his scarlet eyes were full of bloodthirsty killing intent, his eyes were fixed on Chen Changming, and he rushed forward again.

He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and moved forward with two huge palms, as if he wanted to grab Chen Changming in his hands and tear them apart forcefully.

A long knife pointed forward in an instant.

Chen Changming's body was strong, and one right arm swung out, and the long knife fell with lightning speed, slashed on the man's chest, and pushed him out forcefully.

Afterwards, he jumped up, and the strength of his body exploded in an instant. The power of the spirit king in his body roared, and it seemed that he had a vent, and he rushed out.

The sharp sword glow flickered, and as Chen Changming's fighting spirit reached its peak, a faint transformation began to take place on him, and new forces emerged continuously, erupting at this moment.

The strength that had already reached the extreme began to rise again, and the huge power of the spirit king that had been fused before began to interweave spontaneously, turning into the best fuel and starting to burn, calcining Chen Changming's body and moving towards a higher level.

At this moment, before he knew it, the barrier that had prevented Chen Changming from going further and preventing him from being promoted had disappeared.

The power of the spirit king that had been silent in the body became active again, and since then, it has emerged and blessed Chen Changming's body.

On the surface of the body, black scales grew and spread inch by inch, covering Chen Changming's body, as if wearing a layer of scales.

A black mark was flickering and appeared on Chen Changming's forehead.

He gasps for breath, and this moment really breaks some kind of isolation, really puts him on another level.

innate!

Accompanied by the fierce fighting, without knowing it, Chen Changming finally broke through the isolation of that level and truly entered this level.

Originally rising again with exhausted energy, Chen Changming's expression began to become dazed, and it seemed that many hallucinations had begun to affect him, acting on his spirit.

The sequelae of defeating more than a dozen inheritors of the Spirit King in one breath before taking the power of the Spirit King from them began to appear.

Each of the dozens of successors of the Spirit King is not inferior to the Pregnancy Qi Realm, and the power of the Spirit King contained in their bodies is extremely terrifying.

Chen Changming absorbed the power of the spirit kings from them into his body in one breath. Although he gained a huge power for a while, even enough to rush into the innate realm, it also made the power of the spirit kings in his body chaotic.

The power of the spirit king, which contained impurities, poured in and began to affect Chen Changming's spirit.

He stood there, unknowingly, his spirit began to become trance, and his face gradually went mad.

A suffocating breath emerged from him.

At this moment, he seemed to be an evil ghost, and the aura of his whole body seemed gloomy and terrifying.

In front of him, at the moment when he was in a trance, a giant palm came down again, towards Chen Changming's body.

Regarding this, Chen Changming seemed to be undecided, and just stood there, motionless.

The next moment, without accident, he was photographed directly, with black blood flowing all over his body.

The severe pain hit him, and he barely regained some consciousness, and slowly raised his head.

Bits of black and red blood dripped into his eyes, turning his vision into a blur of red, and no matter what he looked at, it was dark.

A burst of evil thoughts surged up, and the next moment, he rushed over directly.

The two collided again.

Surprisingly, the result of this collision was completely different from before.

The man kept retreating, and was abruptly knocked into the air by Chen Changming, and fell into a disadvantage in the first head-on collision.

He let out a roar and continued to rush forward, but encountered obstacles.

A sharp long knife slashed down on his right arm, almost cutting off one of his arms.

Severe pain surged up, and he let out a cry of grief, but saw a black shadow flash in front of him.

A figure suddenly jumped, threw it to the ground, and then bit it together.

Chen Changming's face was crazy, and before he knew it, his face became extremely ferocious.

He pinned the man to the ground and bit the man's neck directly.

Roar! !

There was a scream.

The crisp sound of flesh and blood being torn apart continued to resound.

A piece of flesh and blood was directly torn by Chen Changming, and black and red blood flowed slowly.

On the ground, the man screamed and struggled, but was pressed tightly to the ground by Chen Changming.

He raised his right arm and slapped Chen Changming's back, making crisp sounds. He tried hard to shake him off, but he couldn't.

"Brother Changming!"

In the corner, Zhao Zheng couldn't help covering his eyes, his face turned ashen at this moment, and he didn't dare to look at the tragedy in front of him.

On the side, Shang Mo's expression was also ugly.

He looked in front of him and could clearly see the changes in front of him.

On Chen Changming and the man's body, two lines of fate continued to spread, and they were both violently oscillating at this moment.

When Chen Changming fell into a disadvantage just now, the originally stable power of destiny on Chen Changming's body was burning, driving his own cultivation to improve.

But after that, although Chen Changming's strength increased, he completely lost control.

The originally independent thread of fate was now filled with impurities, it was no longer pure, and became like that man.

Fate is no longer pure, even if Chen Changming wins this match and kills that man, he is doomed to be unable to truly become the Spirit King, and can only become a puppet.

In this way, things are back to the same place again, the difference is that the puppet has changed into a person.

"Is this the backlash of the power of fate?"

Looking down at Chen Changming who was constantly tearing and gnawing at the man's flesh and blood, Shang Mo's face turned livid, and at this moment a thought flashed through his mind.

"Fate, can it really not be changed?"