Chapter 192 The Hei Emperor's Recovery

In front of the majestic altar, Zhao Zheng stood alone on the altar, with a deep and terrifying aura, with a calm expression on his face, looking down at Shang Zhong.

"Old man, you should die too."

Standing on the altar, looking at Shang Zhong who was attacking, he smiled and said so.

"cough cough cough"

Looking at Zhao Zheng below, Shang finally tried to open his eyes wide, trying to say something, but found that he had no energy left.

He coughed a few times, the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and the vitality of his body began to gradually disappear, slowly returning to nothingness.

But even so, even though his life was gradually approaching the end, he still stared at Zhao Zheng in front of him, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He was indeed unwilling.

This time, he was still too careless.

As the trajectory of fate has progressed so far, he thought that some established things could already be changed, so he was full of confidence and wanted to solve Zhao Zheng's problems.

Unexpectedly, his attempt this time led to the result he least wanted to see.

The fate of the black dragon descended on Zhao Zheng's body, which can be confirmed as early as Zhao Zheng was just born.

But according to the original trajectory of fate, the fate of the black dragon should not be awakened until several years later.

At that time, the Black Emperor will recover from Zhao Zheng's body.

And his attempt this time not only failed to suppress the life of the black dragon that was about to recover, but instead allowed it to proceed ahead of schedule.

The Black Emperor revived on Zhao Zheng's body several years in advance, and the life of the Black Dragon was fully awakened.

This result was unacceptable to him.

Standing on the spot, he struggled hard, staring at Zhao Zheng in front of him, as if he wanted to do something else.

Unfortunately, this is just a dying struggle.

On the altar in front of him, Zhao Zheng's face was indifferent, and a cold aura emerged from his whole body. It was completely different from Zhao Zheng in the past, as if there were two people.

Indistinctly, an unrivaled majesty and imperial aura appeared.

The person in front of him is like an unrivaled emperor who is invincible in the world, with the same majesty and majesty, one can't help but feel a desire to surrender at the first glance.

This kind of vigor and momentum is really something extraordinary people can have, and people can't help but feel frightened at a glance.

Under normal circumstances, seeing such a change in Zhao Zheng, Shang Zhong would only feel joy in his heart, but at this moment, he felt extremely regretful.

Because, the person in front of him is no longer the original Zhao Zheng, but the founder of the Order of the Black Dragon, the ancient Black Emperor.

Through the connection of fate, he finally occupied Zhao Zheng's body, took away Zhao Zheng, and returned here.

This kind of result is something that Shang Zhong never wants to see anyway.

But now, what can he do?

Lying on the ground, Shang finally tried to struggle, but in the end he couldn't do anything.

On him, with the passage of time, the vitality of his body slowly faded away, and finally returned to zero slowly.

It didn't take long for his struggling movements to disappear slowly, and his whole body lay quietly on the ground, turning into a cold corpse.

Standing on the altar, looking at the body of Shang Zhong below, Zhao Zheng's expression gradually became a little complicated.

On his body, an inexplicable struggle began to emerge, and there was a faint throbbing feeling, which caused some changes in him.

But in the next moment, with the roar of the power of fate in the dark, Zhao Zheng's face became cold again, that kind of domineering and domineering.

"Is it an instinctive reaction of the body?"

Standing on the altar, feeling the feeling just now, Zhao Zheng smiled, and slowly brushed away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

His current state is not stable.

Although he has successfully awakened, he has not succeeded in completely occupying this body at this moment.

The consciousness belonging to the original Zhao Zheng still exists, and it will spontaneously arise from time to time.

But Hei Di didn't mind about it.

It's just some innocuous struggles that won't have any impact.

And as time passed, as his strength slowly recovered, the original consciousness of this body would gradually quiet down, and eventually it could no longer affect him.

Step. Step.

There was a slight sound of footsteps from outside.

Under the faint light, the figure of a woman in white slowly appeared and walked slowly to the altar.

Bai Ling walked all the way from the outside world, and the first thing he saw was Shang Mo's body.

Under the altar, Shang Zhong's body was lying there alone, all the vitality in his body had been exhausted, and the last bit of vitality had all disappeared.

On the altar, Hei Di had a playful expression, looking at Bai Ling in front of him thoughtfully.

"Another inheritor of the Ghost Valley lineage."

He had a playful look on his face, with a half-smile: "You want to stop me too?"

"No, quite the opposite."

Bai Ling sighed softly, looking at Shang Zhong's corpse, his face looked a bit complicated: "The black dragon will recover and rule the world, this is the general trend."

"Anyone who dares to stop you will surely end badly."

"The general trend."

Hei Di smiled, and couldn't help but sneer at this moment: "What a general trend."

"I never thought that one day, a fortune teller would say these four words to me."

There was a sneer on his face, and he seemed to be very unimpressed with these four words.

What Bai Ling said made him recall his past.

In the beginning of ancient times, gods and demons competed for the front.

The Black Emperor and the Yellow Emperor are fighting against each other, and the two sides are facing each other, trying to be the master of this earth.

At the beginning, Hei Di and Huang Di were evenly divided, but in the end, Hei Di still lost.

A group of magic operators who are proficient in arithmetic joined the battlefield, and together with the Yellow Emperor, they set up a shocking formation to suppress him.

If Hei Di remembered correctly, at that time, the slogans shouted by those fortune tellers were the so-called general trend.

The destiny lies with the Yellow Emperor and not with him, so he must lose, otherwise he will go against the general trend.

But now, when the Hei Emperor returns again, there is even a magic operator who tells him these four words: the trend of the times.

How ridiculous!

He sneered in his heart, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

"So, you are not here to trouble me, but to help me like your ancestors helped the Yellow Emperor in the past?"

Standing on the altar, he stood tall, with an inexplicable smile on his face, looking at Bai Ling below: "Just for the four words of the general trend?"

"It's enough."

Bai Ling got up slowly, looked at the black emperor in front of him, and said softly: "The fate of the black dragon is awakened. Now that gods and demons cannot appear in the world, no one is your opponent."

"The destiny rests with you, Your Majesty."

"Destiny. Good, good"

Listening to Bai Ling's words, Hei Di showed a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with her words.

Standing alone on the spot, Bai Ling was about to continue speaking.

boom!

A crisp sound came from the place, accompanied by a severe pain.

Standing on the spot, Bai Ling's body froze, and he lowered his head slowly, looking at his chest.

In front of her chest, a long black sword pierced straight through her entire body.

An inexplicable force emerged from the long sword, sucking her flesh and blood, sucking her life.

"For why."

She raised her head and stared blankly at the front, at the Hei Emperor in front of her, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand"

Hei Di smiled indifferently, and said softly, "I don't know why, but when I see your face, I always feel disgusted in my heart."

"Compared to the old man before, my body seems to hate you very much."

As he said this, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

There were bursts of slight sounds.

On the spot, Bai Ling's body fell powerlessly to the ground.

A little blood spattered from her chest, dyeing her white clothes red, adding a sense of poignancy to her.

"The trajectory of fate has completely changed"

Lying silently on the ground, feeling the vitality slowly disappearing from his body, Bai Ling sighed in his heart, realizing the mistake he had made.

In the original trajectory of fate, she will indeed join Hei Di's command and become his assistant in future battles.

But now, the trajectory of fate has already changed, and the trajectory of fate that I saw before is also different.

The Hei Emperor in front of him may not accept him, nor may he walk on the same path as before.

"The trajectory of fate has changed. For all living beings in this world, is this a good thing or a bad thing."

Lying silently on the ground, Bai Ling's consciousness gradually became blurred as the vitality contained in his body was continuously sucked away.

The thought kept flashing through her mind before finally losing consciousness.

It's just that no one is destined to give her an answer to this matter at this moment.

The dead cannot witness everything in the future, this is an extremely certain thing.

Lying silently on the ground, for some reason, at this moment, Chen Changming's figure suddenly appeared in Bai Ling's heart.

The scenes of the previous meeting are still in front of my eyes, flashing one by one at this moment.

In the end, her consciousness completely disappeared, completely swallowed by darkness, and turned into nothingness.

The breath of life slowly disappeared.

In the same place, Bai Ling and Shang Zhong were lying on the ground together, turning into a cold corpse.

Standing on the altar, Hei Di waved slowly.

An aura of indifference emerged, enveloped the place, and devoured everything.

In front of his eyes, Bai Ling's corpse changed rapidly, all the flesh and blood on it disappeared, turned into pure power, and returned to Hei Di's body, allowing the aura on his body to slowly begin to grow.

An inexplicable change began to take place.

Although usually unremarkable, Bai Ling's strength is actually extremely powerful. Even excluding his own superb arithmetic skills, only his own martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle of a master.

After completely sucking all of Bai Ling's strength, the aura on Hei Di's body slowly began to rise, and finally broke through a limit.

"It's still a little bit worse."

Standing on the altar, Hei Di looked at Shang Zhong's body, hesitated for a moment, felt the struggle in his body, and finally did not make a move.

"Forget it."

He shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​using Shang Mo's body together.

Of course, the reason for this is also because it has little effect.

All of Shang Mo's strength had already been absorbed into his body when he activated the array, and the corpse was just an empty shell at this moment, nothing at all.

Even if you suck it, it's worthless.

Standing on the altar, Hei Di shook his head, then walked out slowly.

With his departure, in the dark, the threads of fate began to vibrate and spread towards the outside world.

Between the faint moon and the moon, an invisible ripple began to sway, causing bursts of changes.

With Hei Di walking out of the area in front of him, a brand new era is coming.

Time passed slowly.

At the moment when Shang Mo and Bai Ling died one after another, in the distance, a change also began to take place.

On a spacious training field, at the moment when Shang Zhong and Bai Ling fell, Chen Changming felt it, turned around slowly, and looked at a certain place.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" A voice came slowly in front of him.

In front of Chen Changming, a tall girl in black tights stood there, looking at Chen Changming who was distracted at the moment, with a puzzled expression on her face.

The girl didn't look very old, but she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was the best time in her life. She was standing there with a long silver sword in her hand.

Her appearance looks very delicate, and her figure is also very tall. Because she has been practicing martial arts all year round, she has added a heroic temperament, which is very unique.

This is Qi Qimu. Ten years have passed now, and he has grown up and become a young girl.

Of course, her name has been changed now, and now it is Chen Amu.

"I'm fine"

Standing in place, feeling the faint throbbing in his heart, Chen Changming shook his head, and then said: "Let's practice here today."

"You don't count anymore."

Looking at Chen Changming, Qi Qimu was a little disappointed: "This is just the beginning."

"Your swordsmanship has been practiced to the point of perfection, and I have nothing more to teach you."

Chen Changming shook his head, panicking calmly: "Let's go find your aunt."

"She seemed to be looking for you before."

"real?"

Qi Qimu was a little puzzled: "But why do I think I'm not that powerful?"

"Among the people around you, is there anyone of your age who can beat you?"

Chen Changming asked.

"Uh no."

That's right.

As Chen Changming's niece and the little princess of Lingguo, who would dare to beat her?

"now it's right."

Chen Changming smiled: "Actually, you are already very good, but you are not very confident."

"Okay, let's go."

He spoke softly, as if coaxing a child.

Of course, from Chen Changming's point of view, this is indeed coaxing children, there is no difference.

In the same place, after talking with Chen Changming for a while, Qi Qimu was finally coaxed away by Chen Changming, and happily went to find Yang Ling.

Chen Changming was the only one left on the spot.

"The feeling of genius"

Standing there, recalling the feeling just now, Chen Changming's face was calm, and many thoughts emerged in his mind.

In front of his eyes, the familiar projection interface began to emerge.

Strength: 27.78. Agility: 28.58. Physique: 28.51.

Projection: Golden Sword, Bai Ling, Hou Sheng, Zhao Zheng, Shang Zhong

Talent: Incarnation.

Faint handwriting appeared in front of my eyes.

Today, ten years later, Chen Changming's physical data has improved to a certain extent, and he is now fully advancing towards the level of 30.

And in the projection column, some changes are taking place at the moment.

During the ten years, Chen Changming did not have a few projections.

This is because of the shift in levels.

In the past, his strength was weak and precarious. If he didn't increase quickly, he might be in great danger.

Under such circumstances, he naturally had no choice but to become stronger as quickly as possible.

But now, he is already standing at the pinnacle of this world, so naturally there is no need to rush to project.

A projection is manifested at different times, and the inheritance that can be harvested is different.

Just like Elder Jin Dao.

If it was in the past, Chen Changming would have projected it, and could only harvest a few master-level inheritances.

But now, Elder Jin Dao has been promoted and returned to the source, so he can naturally gain a lot more.

The same goes for other projections.

Now that he is at the peak, Chen Changming has enough time to wait for these projections to grow to the peak before harvesting them.

Because of this, Chen Changming seldom made projections during these ten years.

The projections collected in the past are also well placed there.

But at this moment, on the projection column in front of him, a change began to take place.

The names of Bai Ling and Shang Zhong began to change. The originally solid names gradually became vain, as if an inexplicable change began to take place.

Looking at the changes in front of him, Chen Changming's face was calm, and a sense of uneasiness began to rise slowly in his heart.

Standing on the spot, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand to open the names of Shang and Mo.

Accompanied by his movements, the name in front of him began to change, slowly glowing.

However, the familiar projection space did not come.

One after another handwriting began to appear.

"Obtain the magic method of Ghost Valley."

"Acquisition of Spiritual Heart"

"Get Medium Calculus."

"Obtain a weak spiritual root."

"Get Medium Calculus."

Lines of handwriting slowly appeared in front of my eyes.

Without fighting in the projection space, the inheritance of Shang Mo and Bai Ling directly manifested in Chen Changming.

Surprisingly, both Bai Ling and Shang Zhong broke through the limit of six projections.

Among them, Shang Mo performed the eighth-order projection, while Bai Ling performed seven times.

A huge amount of information began to emerge spontaneously, filling Chen Changming's mind.

A great deal of knowledge about the ways of arithmetic manifests, emerges.

Standing in place, Chen Changming's face was calm, but at this moment, there was no joy in his heart, it was just complicated.

"Has it fallen?"

Standing there, after a long time, Chen Changming shook his head, and this thought flashed in his mind.

Obtaining the projection directly without fighting, this is a symbol of the opponent's fall.

Now that Chen Changming can do this, it means that Shang Mo and Bai Ling have already fallen.

But this is unusual.

It would be fine if only one of them fell, and it could be described as a coincidence.

But the two fell together, which cannot be described as a coincidence.

Within Qin, something must happen.

Standing there, Chen Changming was silent for a moment, then finally raised his head and looked into the distance.

After inheriting the inheritance of Shang Mo and Bai Ling, his attainment in arithmetic has also suddenly improved at this moment, and he has become the top in the world.

But at this moment, in his eyes, the world in front of him suddenly became different.