Chapter 138

"In a while, we'll be leaving."

Looking at Chen Changming, Shang finally spoke.

Listening to his words, Chen Changming was a little puzzled.

"We were not from the Spirit Sect."

Seemingly seeing the doubts in Chen Changming's heart, Shang finally smiled, and then said, "It's just something related to this place, so I came here to take a look."

"It's almost time now, and it's almost time for us to go."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Looking at Shang Zhong, Chen Changming asked with a calm face.

"Not yet."

The expression on Shang Zhong's face remained unchanged, he stood there and slowly shook his head: "However, if you really want to help us, just live well."

He patted Chen Changming on the shoulder and smiled at him: "As long as you live all the way to the end, it will be the best help for us."

This is indeed true.

As a variable other than fate, as long as Chen Changming goes all the way to the end, he will be able to influence more and more things, and his influence will become greater and greater.

One day, it can affect many things, even reaching the point where it can change Zhao Zheng's fate.

So as long as he lives well and keeps moving forward, it is the best result for Shang Zhong and Zhao Zheng.

Chen Changming looked at Shang Zhong with some doubts, and seemed a little puzzled by his words.

However, he didn't say anything, just nodded.

They chatted here for a while and talked about many things.

"That friend of yours has gone back."

Looking at Chen Changming, Shang finally said with a smile, "I didn't see him, I just put him aside, and I should have gone back by now."

What they were talking about was none other than Wen Liuhe.

Earlier, Chen Changming told Wen Liuhe to run towards Luan Graves to seek shelter here.

However, Shang Mo obviously had no interest in Wen Liuhe, so he didn't go to see him at all, but let him hide here for a while, and then let him leave.

After chatting here for a while, Chen Changming finally bid farewell to Shang, and just turned around and left.

In the same place, Shang Zhong stood there, watching Chen Changming's figure slowly disappear, and shook his head involuntarily.

"Grandpa, how is it?"

From the side, Xiao Zhao Zheng's voice came over.

"Do not worry."

Looking at Zhao Zheng who came over after a while, Shang finally smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "He's fine, he looks very strong."

"But it's like this now, but it won't be necessarily the case later."

Looking at the leaving figure of Chen Changming in the distance, Shang Mo continued: "Through the matter now, if there is no accident, he will most likely inherit the order of King Ling."

"At that time, something will start."

"What?"

Zhao Zheng's face became a little nervous, and he asked.

"If you inherit the order of the Spirit King, you will naturally inherit some other things."

Shang finally said softly: "Some roles that should have been handled by others, now it's his turn to take on the role."

"As for those characters, none of them are good at dealing with them, and none of them are easy to deal with."

"After this kid, I'm afraid he will suffer."

He said so, as if he could already foresee what Chen Changming would encounter in the future.

"However, everyone has their doom, and there is no way to avoid it."

Looking at Zhao Zheng on the side, Shang Mo turned around and smiled at him: "It's Zheng'er, after a while, we will return to Qin."

"At that time, you will resume your status as the son of Qin."

"I don't care about that."

Zhao Zheng frowned and spoke like this.

"no way."

Shang finally shook his head: "Same as that kid, this is your fate that you can't escape."

"You were born under the order of the black dragon, and you are destined to be different from ordinary people, and you will embark on a different path."

"Grandpa, even if I can suppress you for a while and let you live an ordinary life for a few years, it's impossible to be like this forever."

"Now that you have grown up, it's time to face everything that belongs to you."

He patted Zhao Zheng's shoulder, and his words were full of anticipation and inexplicable complexity.

In front of his eyes, Zhao Zheng remained silent, not saying a word, just standing there silently.

And on the other side.

Walking out of the mass grave, Chen Changming returned to his room.

He looked aside.

In the room beside him, Wen Liuhe was lying there, looking like he was sleeping soundly.

There were black-armored guards coming and going around, but because of Chen Changming's relationship, no one cared about him.

He just fell asleep there for two or three hours before waking up in a daze.

"Hu Changming?"

He snorted, looked at Chen Changming at the side, and then realized.

"how are you feeling?"

Chen Changming glanced at him and shook his head involuntarily when he saw that he was still asleep.

"fine."

Wen Liuhe smiled: "I just fell asleep, what can I do?"

"It's here, what's going on?"

He was a little puzzled, looking at the quiet prison around him, he seemed a little uncomfortable at this moment: "When I just came back, I thought I came to the wrong place."

Chen Changming told him everything that happened before, and told him the truth.

The gentle expression suddenly became dull.

"Are you gifted?"

With a dull expression, he looked at Chen Changming and spoke blankly.

Chen Changming nodded.

"Not only promoted Xiantian, but also killed all other inheritors?"

Trembling all over, he continued to ask questions.

Chen Changming continued to nod.

"call"

After a long while, Wen Liuhe breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Chen Changming with complicated eyes.

"Should I say, luckily you haven't lost your mind?"

His eyes were a little complicated, and he took a deep look at Chen Changming: "Otherwise, I would have been killed by you now."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Chen Changming shook his head: "Deacon Xia came just now."

"so what?"

"If I really went crazy, you wouldn't be able to see me now."

"Well"

Wen Liuhe thought for a while, and found that this really seemed to be the case.

If Chen Changming really went crazy, I'm afraid he wouldn't stay here any longer.

When Xia Qi came over just now, he would take care of him.

"Fortunately, you look normal now, no different from normal people."

Wen Liuhe smiled: "Thanks to you, I can still lie here now."

"After a while, you will go to participate in the so-called Spirit King Trial. If you succeed, you will be the well-deserved Holy Son of the Spirit King of our Spiritual Sect."

"Remember to fish me out then."

His face was a little complicated, and he looked at Chen Changming and said so.

After eliminating all the inheritors of the Spirit King, Chen Changming at this moment is already the only candidate for the Holy Son.

If he can pass the test of the Spirit King, he is a well-deserved Holy Son of the Spirit King. In theory, he is comparable to the three elders.

At that time, it was just a matter of saying to get Wen Liuhe out of here.

"If it works, I will."

Chen Changming nodded slightly, and said so.

They chatted here for a while, then Chen Changming slowly closed his eyes and began to meditate.

With the growth of the power of the spirit king in his body, the evil thoughts accumulated in his body are getting bigger and bigger, and he can't relax at all.

So now, whenever there is an opportunity, Chen Changming will enter the state of meditation to relieve part of his pressure in this way.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, in peace, another two days passed.

Two days later, several black-armored guards came and invited Chen Changming to leave.

"Is it time?"

Silently got up from the spot, looking at the several black-armored guards in front of him, this thought flashed in Chen Changming's mind, and then he took a step forward and walked forward.

After a while, he came to a familiar hall, where he saw the figure of the King of the Golden Sword.

The Golden Knife King is still the same, wearing the iconic golden robe and a golden knife on his waist. He looks majestic. Although he is old, his figure is still tall and majestic, which makes people dare not underestimate him. .

"Elder."

Looking at the old man standing in front of him, Chen Changming bowed slightly to salute him.

"coming."

The Golden Knife King slowly turned around and looked behind him.

Standing there, he carefully observed Chen Changming in front of him.

At this time, it has not been a long time since the last time they met.

However, compared with the last time, there have been many changes in Chen Changming's body at this moment.

His aura is still calm, his figure is still tall and straight, but there is an invisible aura, and the power hidden in his body has become much more terrifying, and he seems to have changed his appearance faintly.

It has become much more dangerous.

While the Golden Knife King was observing Chen Changming, Chen Changming was also observing the Golden Knife King in front of him.

Compared with the past, the appearance of the Golden Sword King has not changed.

It just seems that because he has been promoted to Xiantian at this moment, Chen Changming can already see something in his eyes at this moment.

In front of Elder Jindao, Chen Changming felt a vague presence.

It was an invisible force, shrouded around Elder Jindao's body, although it was invisible, it did exist.

A sense of danger that he hadn't noticed before came from Elder Jindao in front of him. The unprecedented intensity and terror made Chen Changming feel it, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart.

"Very strong."

Looking at Elder Jindao in front of him, this thought flashed in Chen Changming's mind, and then he couldn't help lowering his head.

A sharp feeling suddenly arises.

At this moment, a sense of danger suddenly rose in Chen Changming's heart, as if something terrible was about to happen.

In the body, the strong blood energy was surging, and the spirit king's power, which was finally calm, had some waves again, and began to ripple slightly, almost unable to bear it.

The bursts of killing intent were strong, and a deadly sense of danger rose from the front.

Chen Changming subconsciously opened his eyes wide.

In front of his eyes, a golden saber slashed down, cutting straight towards his forehead, it was so powerful that it seemed to cut him into two pieces with one blow.

"He's going to kill me?"

Waves of evil thoughts began to surge up, and under the influence of the power of the Spirit King, a burst of anger could not boil, and the violent killing intent was almost uncontrollable, and he was about to lose his mind.