Chapter 165 Nine Innate Levels
"Senior Ling, is there really nothing here?"
In the ancestral hall of King Ling, looking at the tablets in front of him, Chen Changming couldn't help asking.
"it is true."
In the mind, the voice of the spirit in the sword slowly sounded, and sighed at this moment: "Don't be too surprised."
"You also know that the spirit kings of the past have basically never had a good death, and most of them died badly."
"Since it's a bad death, naturally I don't have time to leave my source."
"Also, even if their source exists, it is probably in another place."
"Where?"
Standing there, Chen Changming continued to ask.
"The home of the spirit king, the resting place of gods and demons"
In the mind, the voice of the spirit in the knife resounded faintly: "That is the tomb of the spirit king that your previous generation of spirit kings wanted to find."
"All the sources left behind after the fall of the Spirit King will be drawn by the place where the Spirit King left back then and gather there."
"I'm afraid the same is true of the source of the spiritual kings of your Lingzong."
"so."
Chen Changming frowned, and carefully wrote down the name.
"Then where is the so-called resting place of gods and demons?"
He continued to ask.
"Who knows?"
The voice of the spirit in the knife was a little helpless: "Although I have lived a long time, old man, I don't know everything."
"For places like this that are related to gods and demons, only people with specific inheritance can enter, and it is not easy for other people to know some of the news."
"Even if you, the inheritor of the Spirit King, don't know, then perhaps in this world, only a few people know where that place is."
"Who?" Chen Changming frowned, then asked.
"Some magic operators who study the theory of fortune."
In my mind, the voice of the spirit in the sword rang faintly, and said at this moment: "Only a fortune teller who is proficient in the power of fate may be able to find such a place where gods and demons rest in this vast underground."
"It's just that there are countless magic operators in the world, and sometimes not even one will appear in an era."
"It's not an easy task to find a fortune teller who is willing to calculate for you and is still alive."
In Chen Changming's mind, he spoke like this, with a deep sigh in his voice.
Standing where he was, listening to his words, Chen Changming couldn't help but move.
For some reason, at this moment, the figure of Shang Zhong subconsciously appeared in his mind.
But then, he shook his head otherwise.
"How could it be such a coincidence?"
He whispered in his heart, and this thought flashed at this moment.
Although the identities of Shang Zhong and Zhao Zheng's grandfather and grandson are mysterious, they should come from a certain powerful holy place, and they also have in-depth research on the way of fate, but it would be too coincidental to say that they are a fortune teller.
He didn't think he had such good luck.
Besides, even if Shang Zhong is really a fortune teller, it's too late now.
The other party has already left this area, and now he doesn't know where to go.
The world is so big, I don't know when I want to find each other again and meet the other side.
But in front of his eyes, Chen Changming still made a note of this matter, and planned to ask the other party when he met him in the future.
Different people have different circles.
Although Shang Mo may not be a magician, most of them are involved in the way of arithmetic. Through his relationship, it may not be possible to find a real magician.
At this moment, Chen Changming had this thought in his heart.
"Speaking of which, what do you want to do with the resting place of gods and demons?"
In his mind, the spirit in the sword sounded a doubtful voice: "Could it be that it was also the idea of attacking the spirit king's divine weapon?"
"Just wanted to see it."
Chen Changming said casually.
He is naturally not interested in the so-called Spirit King Divine Weapon.
What he is really interested in is the source of the spirit kings of the past dynasties that exist in it.
For him, compared to a magic weapon, the source of those spirit kings is the most important thing.
During the conversation with the spirit in the sword, Chen Changming walked out of this place silently and returned to his palace without knowing it.
Back here, he isolated the inside and outside, and then looked in front of him.
Strength: 9.48. Agility: 9.87. Physique: 10.21.
Projection: Unknown Spirit, Golden Sword, Hou Sheng, Zhao Zheng, Shang Zhong, Xia Qi
Talent: Incarnation.
The familiar projection interface appeared in front of Chen Changming's eyes.
Compared with before, Chen Changming's body data has not changed much, but there are a few more projection targets in the projection column, which manifest as unknown spirits in the projection column.
This is because Chen Changming didn't know the taboo names of those people, so it was displayed like this.
If Chen Changming knew the names of those people, the names in the column projected in front of him would change instantly.
This is a change of the projection ability, and Chen Changming only knew about it not long ago.
Sitting on the white jade bed, Chen Changming took a deep breath, and then clicked on a name.
The hazy power began to flicker, and a faint brilliance appeared.
As the invisible power began to descend, a hazy brilliance flickered in front of his eyes.
The familiar projection space came again, and it appeared in front of my eyes.
When Chen Changming's figure stood in the projection space, he looked in front of him.
On the opposite side, there was already a figure slowly taking shape.
It was a golden phantom, standing there at this moment, unfolding in that place, shrouded in an invisible brilliance, unable to see the real face clearly, only barely able to see clearly, this is a very majestic man.
"Is this the state where the source exists?"
Looking at the golden phantom in front of him, Chen Changming's face was calm, and this thought flashed silently in his mind.
Then, in front of his eyes, an invisible light began to flicker slowly.
In front, after taking shape in the projection space, the golden phantom did not make a move, and the whole person directly turned into a stream of light, pouring into Chen Changming's body.
An invisible warm current began to emerge, and a line of writing appeared in front of my eyes.
"Obtain the Heavenly King Golden Sword"
"Obtain the golden body of the heavenly king."
"Get the selfless sword."
"Obtain a hundred-stage swordsmanship."
"Obtain the imperial inner energy."
"Get Luck Bonebreaker"
Lines of handwriting appeared in front of my eyes.
Afterwards, a familiar warm current began to emerge, just like this, emerged in Chen Changming's body, and began to stir up and down his whole body.
Sitting upright on the white jade bed, a feeling began to show on Chen Changming's body.
The strong blood energy slowly circulates and oscillates in the body, at this moment, it runs according to an inexplicable trajectory.
On the surface of Chen Changming's body, on top of the originally fair skin, a burst of pale golden light shone, as if covered with a layer of gold, looking extremely sacred.
The violent blood is still raging.
The inheritance of a master of the golden sword is manifested, and the harvest is amazing.
Being able to leave one's own source in the previous ancestral hall, which has not disappeared for a long time in the past, one can imagine its strength during life, and it must be the realm of returning to the source.
With such terrifying strength, how terrifying would his inheritance be?
I'm afraid it can directly push Chen Changming's strength to an unimaginable level.
This is the case at this moment.
With the circulation of Qi and blood, the Qi and blood in Chen Changming's body gradually became stronger, reaching a terrifying level.
Pale golden qi and blood surged, reflected behind Chen Changming, and looked like a golden sun at first glance, incomparably sacred and bright, extremely dazzling.
And with such a terrifying scene unfolding, a faint humming sounded continuously on Chen Changming's body.
Afterwards, his aura began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually leaping upwards.
The congenital triple, the congenital quadruple, the congenital fifth, the congenital sixth. The congenital ninth is the pinnacle!
Waves of familiar warm currents were surging, and pale golden energy and blood rose into the sky, and at this moment, the uncontrollable overflow flooded the entire hall.
All around, runes flickered one after another, bursting out with a little bit of power, restraining the scattered power so that it couldn't explode.
If not, I am afraid that the entire hall will be destroyed instantly at this moment.
This terrifying scene immediately alarmed the spirit in the sword.
He woke up from the silence, looking at Chen Changming's appearance at this moment, he couldn't help being taken aback.
"Qi and blood turn into gold, like a dragon, this is the image of the golden body of the heavenly king"
Looking at the vision displayed on Chen Changming's body, he was a little puzzled, and at this moment he froze in place: "How is it possible?"
Having followed Chen Changming for a long time, he is very clear about Chen Changming's practice progress.
Before that, Chen Changming had already started to practice the Heavenly King Golden Body, and his practice speed of this technique was also very fast, but now, it is only at the entry level, and there is a long distance from Xiaocheng, let alone Said it was a success.
But at this moment, the aura rising from Chen Changming's body told him very clearly about Chen Changming's cultivation level at this moment.
It's not just getting started before, but Dacheng!
But how is this possible?
Practicing such gods and magic as the golden body of the heavenly king to great success overnight, let alone accomplishing such things, the spirit in the sword dare not even think about it.
But now, such a dreamy thing, Chen Changming has done it abruptly, right under his nose.
"Could it be that the cultivation of the Heavenly King's previous life was awakened, so he recovered part of his cultivation?"
After a while, the spirit in the knife barely thought of a possibility.
This guess is also unreliable, but at present, it is the only possibility that the spirit in the sword can think of.
But in front of his eyes, the movements on Chen Changming's body continued.
After reaching the Ninth Level of Innateness in a short while, Chen Changming's breath boiled all over his body, reaching an extreme at this moment.
The vast power was exploding, every bone and every inch of flesh and blood in his body was trembling slightly, the golden blood energy soared into the sky, vaguely direct, and there was a tendency to continue to climb upwards.
"No?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, the spirit in the knife suddenly felt horrified.
He felt that he was likely to witness a myth today.
In one day, from the innate triple promotion to the realm of the master?