Chapter 130: recovery

"No more faith?"
Looking at the side standing still, Chen Changming, who did not respond to his words, was gentle and helpless.
For the past eight days, Chen Changming has always been like this. He has been sitting there for so long, no matter how he asks.
He just sat there, didn't talk or eat every day, just sat there quietly, doing nothing.
If it wasn't for the occasion, he could still hear his powerful breathing sound, and the gentleness and gentleness almost thought that Chen Changming could not do it.
Sitting there, Wen Liuhe shook his head, but he didn't care.
He is also a warrior, and it is natural to see that Chen Changming is in an extremely special state at this moment, and may be in the process of transformation, so he has no perception of what is happening outside.
During these eight days, the reason why he tried to talk to Chen Changming constantly was only because it was too boring.
no way.
Being in this prison, with few normal people around, naturally feels extremely boring.
If the gentleness is not helpless, it will not be so.
"Be careful....."
A voice sounded nearby, very slightly, but it was accurately transmitted to the gentle ear and rang in his ear.
Listening to the sound, Wen Liu was stunned for a while, and subconsciously turned to look aside.
Seeing aside, Chen Changming sat on the head of the bed, not knowing when he had opened his eyes silently.
He just sat on the head of his bed, his face calm, and now he looked up silently and looked away.
"Will remember to be careful later ..."
Sitting on the head of the bed, Chen Changming looked at a certain direction and just spoke so gently.
"what?"
Wen Liuhe was stunned for a while, somewhat confused: "What do you mean?"
He asked.
However, Chen Changming didn't respond, so he sat on the head of the bed and watched the distance silently.
Gentle and mildly confused.
But soon, he understood the meaning of Chen Changming.
Roar! !
A startling roar came from afar, as a thunder dashed across the sky, bringing an extremely violent shock.
The sound is so loud that it hardly sounds like a normal creature.
A horrible voice came from a distance, followed by bursts of crisp sound.
In the distance, there seemed to be something broken, bursts of iron chains were torn, and the sound of being torn apart came from a distance, and began to sound in all directions.
Roar! !
The roars of roaring sounded continuously, resounding in all directions.
All around, it seemed to feel something, the remaining Spirit King inheritors screamed, and the expression on his face seemed a little uneasy.
They walked around in their prisons uncomfortably, screaming from time to time.
As inheritors of the Spirit King, they can feel something wrong, they can feel in the distance, there is an amazing pressure is coming, let them feel a suffocation.
Chen Changming also stood up silently.
At this moment, he could feel that the power of the Spirit King was boiling in his body, the original majestic blood was continually oscillating, and there were faint bursts of roar.
The sound of explosions exploded, and a certain presence in the distance was recovering, truly awakening from a deep sleep.
As soon as he woke up, he broke the chain that locked him and gradually rushed out of the prison.
And after rushing out of the prison cell, where will that horrible Spirit King heir come?
The answer is very clear, and there is no need to guess.
Standing still, Chen Changming looked up.
With his keen sense of sensitivity, he can clearly feel that there is a breath in the distance that is becoming active. At the moment, he is moving fast, slowly coming in the direction of where he is.
The breath of terror is overflowing, and a kind of premonition emerges, which makes Chen Changming's mind faintly enlightened.
That man came to him.
At the time of the turmoil in the decisive death, in the chaotic grave in the distance.
Shang was dressed in a black robe and was making a soup in a room.
Beside it, Xiao Zhaozheng stood there, with a clever face, where he helped to produce firewood.
A roar came from a distance, as the thunder resounded, the ears of the shaking person hurt, and people could not help but shift their attention.
The merchant finally raised his head slowly, looking in the direction of Chen Changming.
In his sight, at the moment in that area, two lines of fate are intertwined with each other, gradually entwined.
These two lines of life are very thick, and each one is white and red, which is extremely unique.
It's just a specific place, but it's a little different.
Two lines of fate, a black with red in the red, some chaos and turbidity can be seen faintly, although powerful, but also noisy.
This shows that the owner of this fate has been lost, lost under the influence of this spirit king's fate, it is no longer able to maintain himself at this moment.
As long as there is another line of fate, although it also carries some black impurities, it is more upright and pure.
The external impurities are constantly spreading, but they can only be filled beyond the number of lives, and they can't cause further influence and can't affect the self.
This is a proof that the purity of the ego is guaranteed, proving that the master of this lifeline is tenacious and has extraordinary potential. Until now, he still maintains the purity and persistence of the ego, and is not polluted by external impurities.
The two lines of fate represent the two extremely powerful inheritors of the spirit king.
At the moment, in the eyes of the merchant, these two lines of life are intertwined with each other. Looking like this, they will soon collide.
"Will the King of Spirits be decided so soon?"
Looking at the changes in the distance, Shang Jun's face was dignified.
This time is much morning than he thought.
According to his deduction, the attribution of the spirit king's life should have been decided after five years.
Prior to the emergence of the variable Chen Changming, this time was greatly advanced, but according to common sense, it should also take a while to start.
Unexpectedly, it will start now.
"A little trouble ..."
Looking at the distance between the lines of fate, Shang finally frowned.
Chen Changming's potential is extraordinary. If he follows the normal trajectory normally, there should be no problem with the adherent of the other Spirit King's order.
But at this moment, the time was greatly advanced.
At this point in time now, in the face of the already formed King of Spirits, can Chen Changming cope with it?
Shang was not sure, so he patted Zhao Zheng on the shoulder.
"go."
He patted Zhao Zheng's shoulder, his face dignified, and he said, "Let's go over there and see."
"it is good."
Zhao Zheng's little head nodded and ran out quickly.
Look like this, it should be ready.
And at this moment, in the place of death.
The violent breath is raging, in all directions, the terrifying figure rushes out of the core, and the breath of his whole body begins to rag out, showing as much as he can.
Through the faint golden sunlight, he can clearly see his appearance. He is a very strong man, tall, standing there at least three meters tall, and looks like a little giant at a glance.
He stood there, and a face looked very weird, and it seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries. It had been deformed and could not see the original appearance. It only made people feel terrified.
At this moment, he walked out of the prison and walked slowly to the outside world following the feeling in his heart.
Not far away, a few black armoured guards stepped forward quickly, rushed directly over them, and the whole body was rolling vigorously, surging.
There was a shimmer on their surface, a black armor with some luster, and there was internal force flowing and blessing in it.
Everyone is at least pregnant.
boom! !
Looking at the few black armor guards who rushed up in front of him, the man waved his hand, and a large palm larger than the ordinary person waved with his hand. A slight soft sound broke out immediately, and a head was directly squeezed.
A headless corpse fell silently on the ground, and then the spirit king's power raged, swallowing its entire body, and directly turned into a pool of blood.
Roar! !
Crimson blood fell to the ground and gathered above the earth, and the gas in it seemed to arouse the murderous potential hidden in the man.
He growled, and the light in his scarlet eyes rushed straight ahead.
A sword slashed down, but chopped on his body, but could not cut the skin on the surface, but instead made a clear sound.
It didn't feel like it was cut on the flesh and blood, but on the strongest steel.
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Each black armor bodyguard slowly fell to the ground.
A little blushing blood spattered and splashed on the man, dyeing his tall body blushing.
Afterwards, he walked out like this and walked directly along the induction in his heart, and slowly walked forward.
The sound of heavy footsteps kept ringing.
In the deadly place, Chen Changming stood in his prison, silently watching the outside world.
In the side room, Wen Liuhe stood there, his face a little ugly at the moment.
He smelled the strong blood, and understood something in an instant.
He has long lost the power of the spirit king, and therefore also lost the feeling of the other spirit king inheritors, but through the blood coming from a distance, and the appearance of Chen Changming, he can still guess something.
"Damn!"
He stood in situ, swearing in his heart, and he didn't know what to do at this time.
Being in prison, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to run at the moment, and he could only stay quietly in the prison and slowly wait for the demon in the distance to come.
This feeling is extremely uncomfortable, just like waiting for death.
"As soon as something goes wrong, run towards the direction of the chaotic grave."
Aside, Chen Changming's calm voice sounded.
Wen Liuhe suddenly froze and turned to look aside.
I saw it aside, and I don't know when Chen Changming had walked out of the prison.
He walked out of the prison and came outside the gentle door, silently reaching out.
Click ...
A faint soft sound was ringing.
Under the sight of gentle flow and consternation, Chen Changming stretched out his hands, even pulling the door of his room abruptly.
The door that might not be broken even if the pregnant warrior tried his best, was opened so hard by him.