Chapter 176 Sword Intent

"finally."

Standing quietly on the spot, looking at the figure that appeared in the distance, Chen Changming's face was calm, and he muttered to himself.

With the appearance of the man in the distance, an inexplicable palpitation emerged all over Chen Changming's body.

The power of the mighty spirit king surged at this moment, as if a bomb had been dropped on the originally calm tide, and it might erupt at any time.

The originally quiet power of the Spirit King began to activate spontaneously, and under such influence, the originally strong blood in Chen Changming's body also began to surge, and at this moment, riots started at the same time.

The power that had been silent for a long time began to recover, and an inexplicable aura began to show, as if it was about to turn into a mighty force and surge out in all directions.

The power of Fate is also stirring, vaguely, it seems that there is a huge mouth opening, and it is about to swallow this piece of sky.

The breeze blew past slowly, blowing Chen Changming's long hair, and gradually revealed his face. There was a stern look on that handsome face, and he slowly walked out of the carriage at this moment.

And as he walked out, the aura around him roared out, and began to gather slowly, just like that gathering on his body.

Boom!

Bursts of chirping sounds continued to spread from his body, and an inexplicable throbbing feeling was growing.

"This feeling."

Chen Changming opened his eyes and felt the strange movement all over his body. At this moment, a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

Maybe it's because the savings are already enough, or maybe it's because of a certain special point, so it grows under the stimulation of the power of the spirit king.

At this moment, Chen Changming could feel that the layer of isolation that had troubled him to move forward and made it impossible to go further was disappearing, and it was slowly melting unconsciously at this moment.

And in his body, an invisible transformation is taking place, and there is a faint upward trend.

"Is that so?"

Standing there, Chen Changming seemed to understand something, with a smile on his face.

In the distance, a tall man is standing in the distance at the moment.

He was wearing a black robe, his face was shrouded in mist, and his whole body was tall and straight. He was standing in the distance at this moment, as if waiting for Chen Changming to come and fight a decisive battle with him.

An invisible ripple is stirring.

Feeling the pulsation all over his body at this moment, Chen Changming took a step forward without hesitation, and walked away into the distance.

Not far away, two figures slowly appeared, watching Chen Changming there.

It was an old woman and an old man, both of them had deep and strange auras, both carrying an aura similar to Gu Yue's before.

It was the breath of the spirit king's power, but it did not carry the characteristics of the spirit king's inheritance.

In other words, these two people in front of them are also descendants of King Ling's blood, yet they came here together at this moment.

And the aura of these two people is equally terrifying. Although their appearance looks withered and old, their vitality and blood are terrifying. In Chen Changming's induction, it is like a bomb that may explode at any time.

That kind of strong qi and blood, boundless and majestic qi, is far above the innate ninefold.

In other words, these are the two masters.

"Including the previous one, are there three grandmasters?"

Sensing this, Chen Changming's face was stern, and this thought flashed in his mind.

For him alone, not only an inheritor with such a terrifying power of the spirit king was dispatched, but also three masters were dispatched at the same time.

This so-called descendant of the Spirit King really thinks highly of him.

There are three masters, even if they are within the Lingzong, their strength at the moment is nothing more than this.

In other words, apart from the lack of the true spirit king's inheritance, this so-called descendant of the spirit king is not inferior to the spirit sect at all.

This is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying thing.

The Lingzong is a holy place, and its strength is in the first rank even among the holy places, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary holy places.

Elder Jin Dao is the pinnacle of the master, a powerhouse at the half-step return to the source level.

And this so-called descendant of the Spirit King not only has three masters, but also has a strong man who is not inferior to the elder Jin Dao.

With this level of strength, they have never been exposed, which is really terrifying.

Standing where he was, various thoughts flashed through Chen Changming's mind, and then he continued to walk forward without hesitation.

He continued to move forward, with a stern face, and moved forward slowly, finally heading forward.

On the side, looking at his figure, the old woman in the distance was moved, and was about to do something, but was stopped by the old man on the side.

"We'd better not make a move."

The old man shook his head, his face was indifferent, and he said: "He is the inheritor of this generation of the spirit king, and he bears the life of the spirit king. Only the Holy Son can take action to solve it before he can fully inherit it."

"If we make a move, it is likely to share the life of the Spirit King on the Holy Son, so that the life of the Spirit King cannot be unified."

Like the Sons of King Yuan, they are also descendants of King Ling, but their bloodlines are far less pure and powerful than the Sons of King Yuan.

But this does not change their essence, they are also the blood of the Spirit King.

If they make a move, once they start fighting with Chen Changming, they will inevitably fall into the struggle for the life of King Ling.

At that time, maybe one is not good, and the life of the Spirit King, which should have belonged completely to the son of the Yuan King, will be shared by them, and some will be taken away by them.

This result is not what they want.

So at this moment, they will not make a move.

"Let's just watch."

The old woman gave up her plan to make a move, her face was indifferent, and she just stood aside, watching the battle here.

It's just that what they don't know is that there are still many people watching the battle from afar.

In a towering valley, Shang Zhong was wearing a black robe dancing with the wind. At this moment, he was just standing there, calmly watching the battle situation below.

In his line of sight, with the appearance of Chen Changming, the trajectory of fate is unprecedentedly turbulent and powerful at this moment.

The fate lines are constantly intertwining, and the fate belonging to the Spirit King is constantly oscillating. The ripples produced at this moment are far stronger than the past few times.

For this situation, Shang Mo had foreseen it a long time ago, so he just stood there, watching the battle from the sidelines.

And beside him, a young boy's figure stood there, his appearance was very delicate, like a little girl, looking at the battlefield below, his face looked a little nervous.

"Grandpa, will brother Changming win?"

His face was tense, looking at the two people approaching below, he asked subconsciously.

"What do you think?"

Listening to the young man's words, Shang Zhong smiled and asked.

"Yes."

The boy thought for a while, and then said: "Brother Changming, he has never lost."

When he was in Lingzong in the past, he had seen many fights.

However, no matter how terrifying the opponent, how cruel the fight, Chen Changming will eventually win and come back alive.

This time, presumably there will be no exception.

"Silly boy"

Shang finally smiled and touched Zhao Zheng's head, but sighed softly in his heart.

The enemies Chen Changming faced this time were different from those in the past.

In the past, although the enemies Chen Changming faced were ferocious and terrifying, he only had to fight against the opponents in front of him.

But this time it was different.

Chen Changming not only has to face the opponent in front of him, but also has to fight against the fate that exists in the dark.

Because according to the fate and the original trajectory, the Holy Son of the Lingwang is destined to die in the hands of the Yuanwang Shengzi.

This originally established trajectory is far from being so easy to change.

Under the trajectory of destiny, everything will change towards this trajectory.

Under such circumstances, how easy is it for Chen Changming to survive, or even win this battle?

Even if he was there, Shang Zhong couldn't guarantee it.

Because even if he makes a move, under the influence of fate, there will inevitably be many variables to reduce his influence and maintain the current trajectory.

But even so, the business will eventually have to make a move.

He devoted his whole life to change, and never feared anything because of the established fate.

He was never afraid of the so-called backlash of fate.

tread.

A burst of crisp footsteps came from a distance.

Shang finally raised his head slowly and looked into the distance.

Not far away, a beautiful woman in white was slowly approaching, facing Shang Zhong head-on.

"Junior Sister."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Shang finally frowned: "Are you following us?"

"No."

With a calm face, Bai Ling shook his head slowly: "I came here just because of a whim."

"But it was this simple feeling that made me meet you."

"snort."

Shang finally snorted coldly, already understood something.

"Understand."

Bai Ling turned around and said softly, "This is one of the backlashes of fate."

"Brother, if you want to change your fate, then under the influence and backlash of fate, someone will definitely appear to stop your actions."

"That's how I came here. Even though I didn't make any plans, I came here directly under the influence of fate at this moment."

"so what?"

Shang Mo's expression was indifferent: "You alone are not my opponent."

"I am indeed no match for you, Senior Brother."

Standing there, Bai Ling slowly shook his head: "But I don't need to be your opponent."

"I just need to hold you back."

She opened her mouth softly, and said, "There are not only the prince Yuan's son, but also two grandmasters below."

"Without your intervention, the child's fate is already doomed."

"Aunt Bai"

On the side, Xiao Zhao Zheng made a slight noise.

Standing in front of Shang Shengsheng, he looked at Bai Ling timidly. At this moment, he realized something: "Brother Chang Ming will lose?"

"Not only will you lose, but you will die."

Bai Ling's face was calm, and he looked at Zhao Zheng in front of him: "My lord, if it goes according to the plan, the Holy Son of Yuan Wang will be killed by the Holy Son of Yuan Wang in the next step."

"And the Son of King Yuan will join your command and become the best tool for your future wars."

She opened her mouth softly and directly stated the original change of fate.

"Brother Changming, will he be killed by that person? And that person will become my subordinate in the future?"

Standing in front of Shang Shengsheng and listening to Bai Ling's words, Zhao Zheng felt absurd for a while.

Leaving aside what the outcome of this battle will be, even if it is true that according to Bai Ling's words, Chen Changming will be killed by the Holy Son of King Yuan, he will never accept the enemy's support.

"The present and the future will change."

Seemingly understanding Zhao Zheng's thoughts, Bai Ling spoke softly, his face looking very calm: "There are some things that you cannot accept now, but it may not be so in the future."

With a calm face, she spoke softly.

In the future she saw, Zhao Zheng's future will be spent in blood.

The person who killed his father and seized the throne, massacred all nations, and then burned books and robbed Confucian scholars, and cut off the inheritance of the world's holy places is none other than you, who will be called the first emperor in the future.

On the side, Shang finally fell into silence, not knowing what to say at this moment.

As a divine fortune teller from the same lineage of Guigu, what Bai Ling could foresee, he could naturally also foresee.

It is precisely because he can foresee those scenes that he is more likely to change Zhao Zheng's future, and he does not want him to fall into that situation in the future.

It's not easy to just change the fate.

Over the years, he has done many things and made many efforts, but very little has changed.

Chen Changming's so-called variable is the greatest hope he sees.

And now, is it possible that even this last bit of hope will be shattered?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say at this moment.

While they were talking, Chen Changming and Chen Changming finally met in the area below.

Bursts of strong bloody smell soared into the sky, and bursts of rancid smell permeated the air, covering the surrounding area.

Following the call in his heart, Chen Changming moved forward and came to an area.

He came to the front, walked into the battlefield under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, and saw the man who could be called the old enemy.

It was a very heroic and tall man, with a burly and strong figure, and his face looked handsome, but there was a kind of evil and madness that could not be concealed.

On his body, a strong power of the spirit king was surging, and it just overflowed from his body, which was accurately felt by Chen Changming.

The mighty power is spreading.

He himself stood among a mountain of corpses, and the strong power of the spirit king was shaking all over his body, and that terrifying bloody aura permeated the air, which made people feel terrifying.

In comparison, Chen Changming seemed much more normal.

As the Holy Son of the Spirit King, he should have been as crazy and terrifying as the person in front of him, but at this moment, he looked extraordinarily calm on the outside, without any instinct to be the successor of the Spirit King, and looked like a noble son.

He walked through a pile of corpses, and frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"You killed all these people?"

Looking at the corpses all over the place in front of him, he couldn't help frowning, looking at the other party and opening his mouth softly.

"Roar!"

A low roar came from in front of him.

In front of his eyes, the man's figure was tall and straight. At this moment, he stood up straight, his eyes turned scarlet, and he growled directly at him.

Accompanied by his low growl, a sense of oppression that belongs to the power of the Spirit King came directly, making people feel a terrifying sense of oppression.

Standing on the spot, Chen Changming's face was calm. At this moment, the power of the spirit king in his body boiled uncontrollably, but was quickly suppressed by him, unable to riot.

The turbulent evil thoughts in the past erupted slowly, but in the end they were suppressed by a majestic Pluto, who seemed to be the supreme god, and could not cause any ripples in Chen Changming's heart.

But in front of his eyes, the aura that belonged exclusively to the Spirit King was still shaking, spreading in all directions, which made people feel extremely terrifying.

"Already affected by the power of the Spirit King, have you lost your mind?"

Standing in place, Chen Changming frowned as he watched the man in front of him.

Ah, I am no stranger to the situation of the man in front of me. I have seen it many times in the past, and even experienced it myself.

When the power of the spirit king is active, it is a sign that the evil thoughts in the body cannot be controlled.

With Chen Changming's arrival, under the stimulation of the spirit king's order, the power of the spirit king in the man in front of him spontaneously began to vibrate. By this time, there was already a tendency to get out of control.

The mighty power is surging.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing out bursts of bloody breath.

A hazy feeling flashed across his eyes, and then a phantom quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

Standing on the spot, Chen Changming calmly raised his hand.

boom! !

There was a crisp sound.

Cracks began to appear on the ground under his feet, and the cracks spread outward like spider webs, spreading out for more than ten meters.

Not to mention anything else, this terrifying strength alone makes people feel terrifying and has a sense of suffocation.

Chen Changming slowly raised his head, his face was calm, and he slowly exerted force on his hands.

A burst of force surged out, and the energy from all over the body exploded suddenly, like a beast moving forward, bursting out with terrifying power.

boom!

Under the horrified eyes of the man in front of him, his body began to retreat uncontrollably, and finally his whole body was directly pushed away by Chen Changming, and he retreated abruptly to the rear.

boom!

There were bursts of light noises.

In front of his eyes, the man flew out and was pushed away by Chen Changming.

Then, a golden knife suddenly came out of its sheath.

The Heavenly King's Golden Saber was displayed, and a saber technique that had been tempered for thousands of years was used forward, like a king in a sword, slashing down with a bang.

Then, there was a sound of gold and iron fighting at this moment.

Chen Changming's knife did indeed slash on the man's body, but it only tore off a layer of skin, and he couldn't really break through, as if he had slashed on a layer of gold and iron.

Feeling this, Chen Changming frowned, continued to swing the long knife in his hand, and the power of the spirit king began to surge.

With the emergence of the spirit king's power, a golden glow began to appear on the long knife. The golden texture seemed to come alive and induce labor, which was extremely unique.

The majestic aura is revealed, and under this knife, a kind of knife intent that is fearless, selfless and fearless is displayed.

"This is."

Not far away, at the moment when the sword intent in Chen Changming's hands showed, Tianwang Jindao and Gu Yue stopped their hands at the same time, and looked in Chen Changming's direction at the same time.

"Sword intent!"

Gu Yue's face was astonished, and she seemed to be in disbelief at this moment: "How is this possible?"

Mind, this is something that can only be comprehended if one's own practice is polished to an extreme, and the spirit is in harmony with the general trend of the world.

Normally speaking, if one wants to comprehend this kind of existence and truly polish one's own sword intent, even the ninth level of innateness may not be enough, only a true master can.

Chen Changming had been promoted to Xiantian for less than a year, how could he display such a terrifying sword intent?