Chapter 162: Congenital ninefold

"Senior Ling, is there really nothing here?"
In the temple of the Spirit King, 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 at the moment sighed and said, "There should be no big accidents."
"You also know that the spirit kings of the past basically have no hospice, and most of them are not good to die."
"Since it is not good to die, naturally there is no time to leave your source."
"And, even if their source exists, it is estimated to be in another place."
"Where?"
Standing still, Chen Changming continued to ask.
"Spirit King is home, where the gods and demons rest ..."
In his mind, the voice of the spirit in the sword lightly sounded: "That is the tomb of the spirit king your previous generation spirit king wanted to find."
"All the sources left after the death of the spirit king will be drawn by the place left by the spirit king and gathered there."
"I am afraid that the source of your spiritual ancestors' spiritual kings is the same."
"such....."
Chen Changming frowned and wrote down the name carefully.
"Where is this so-called and demon breathing?"
He continued to ask.
"Who knows?"
The voice of the spirit in the sword is somewhat helpless: "Although I live a long time, the old man, I don't know everything."
"Such as this place related to gods and demons, often only certain inherited talents can enter, and it is not easy for the rest to want to know some of the news."
"You don't even know that you are the inheritance of the spirit king, then maybe in this world, only some people know where that place is."
"Who?" Chen Changming frowned, then asked.
"Some of the operators who study the theory of numerology."
In the mind, the voice of the spirit in the sword blew softly, and at the moment said: "Only the operator who is proficient in the power of life can only find the place where the gods and deities take their breath in this vast underground."
"It's just that there are a lot of God Operators in this world, and sometimes there won't be one in an era."
"It's not easy to find a God calculator who is willing to calculate for you and is still alive."
In Chen Changming's mind, he said so with a deep sigh in his voice.
Standing in the same place, listening to his words, Chen Changming couldn't help moving.
I don't know why, at this moment, the subconscious figure emerged from his mind.
Only then, he shook his head again.
"How could it be so ..."
He whispered in his heart, flashing the thought at this moment.
Although the identities of Shangjun and Zhao Zhengye and mystery are mysterious, they should have originated from a powerful holy place of a certain party. They also have a deep study of the way of life, but it is too coincidental to say that it is a fortune.
He didn't think he had such good luck.
Moreover, even if Shang is really a operator, it is too late.
The other party had already left this area, and he had no idea where to go now.
The world is so big, I want to find each other again and meet the opposite, I don't know when to wait.
However, in front of him, Chen Changming still took note of this matter, and was prepared to meet the other party in the future, so he asked the other party.
Different people have different circles.
Although Shang is not necessarily a operator, most of them involve the way of counting. Through his relationship, it may not be possible to find a true operator.
At this moment, Chen Changming held this thought in his heart.
"Speaking of it, what do you want to find in the place where the gods and gods live?"
In the mind, the doubtful voice of the spirit in the sword sounded: "It is impossible, is it also the idea to fight the spirit king's soldier?"
"Just want to see it."
Chen Changming said casually.
He is naturally not interested in the so-called Spirit King Divine Soldier.
What he was really interested in was the source of the spirit kings in it.
For him, the source of the spirit king is the most important thing compared to a magic soldier.
During the conversation with the spirit in the sword, unconsciously, Chen Changming walked out of this place silently and returned to his palace.
Back here, he cut off the inside and outside, 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 Jun, Xia Qi .......
Talent: Incarnation.
The familiar projection interface appeared before Chen Changming.
Compared with the previous, Chen Changming's body data has not changed much, but there are a few more projectable objects in the column of projection, which appear as unknown spirits in the column of projection.
This is because Chen Changming didn't know the names of those people, so it was so displayed.
If Chen Changming knew the names of those people, the name of the column projected in front of him would change instantly.
This is a change of projection ability, and Chen Changming didn't know it long ago.
Sitting on the white jade bed, Chen Changming took a deep breath and then opened a name.
The dim power began to flash, and a faint radiance was revealed.
As the invisible power began to descend, in front of the eyes, the hazy light flashed.
The familiar projection space comes again, and it comes to mind.
When Chen Changming's figure stood in the projection space, he looked in front of him.
I saw that on the opposite side, there was already a figure slowly formed.
It was a golden phantom, and it stood there at that moment, and was displayed in that place, shrouded in by an invisible brilliance. It could not see the true face, but could barely see it. This was a very heroic man.
"Is this the state where the source exists?"
Looking at the golden phantom in front, Chen Changming's face was calm, and the thought flashed silently in his heart.
Then in front of him, an invisible light began to flash slowly.
In the front, after forming in the projection space, the golden ghost did not shoot, and the whole person directly turned into a streamer and poured into Chen Changming.
An invisible warmth began to emerge, and in front of him, a line of writing appeared.
"Obtaining the Golden Sword ..."
"Get the golden body of the king ..."
"Observe the ecstasy ..."
"Obtaining a hundred swords ..."
"Gain imperial vigor ..."
"Getting luck and breaking bones ..."
Lines of writing came to mind.
Then, the familiar warm current began to emerge, and it just appeared in Chen Changming's body, starting to stir up and down his body.
Sitting on the white jade bed, Chen Changming's body began to show.
The strong blood gas slowly circulates and oscillates in the body, and this moment follows an inexplicable trajectory.
On the surface of Chen Changming's body, on the original white skin, a light golden light flashed, as if wearing a layer of gold, it seemed extremely sacred.
The violent blood is still raging.
The inheritance of a master of the golden sword is revealed, and the harvest is amazing.
The ability to leave its own source in the previous ancestral hall has not disappeared for a long time in the past. The strength of its lifetime can be imagined, it must be the realm of returning to the source.
With such terrifying power, how terrifying the inheritance will be?
I'm afraid it can directly push Chen Changming's strength to an unimaginable level.
This is the case at the moment.
Along with this qi and blood operation, the qi and blood in Chen Changming's body gradually became stronger and reached a terrifying level.
The pale golden blood surging, reflected behind Chen Changming, looked like a golden sun at a glance, incomparably sacred and shining, brilliant and dazzling.
Along with such a horrible scene, a faint whistle sounded continuously on Chen Changming.
Then his breath began to climb at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and gradually leapt upward.
Innate triple, inborn quadruple, innate five, inborn six ......... Innate ninth peak!
A warm stream of familiar waves was surging, and the pale golden blood rose into the sky. At this moment, the uncontrolled spillover flooded the entire hall.
Around the runes, the runes flickered, bursting out a little bit of power, restraining the little scattered power so that it could not explode.
If not, I am afraid that the entire hall will be destroyed in an instant.
This horrible scene immediately alarmed the spirit in the sword.
He recovered from the silence, looking at Chen Changming's appearance at the moment, could not help but stunned.
"Qi blood melts gold, looks like a dragon, this is the image of the king's golden body ..."
Looking at the vision displayed on Chen Changming, he was a little puzzled, and he was stunned at the moment: "How is it possible?"
He has followed Chen Changming for a long time, and he is very clear about the progress of Chen Changming's practice.
Earlier, Chen Changming had already begun to practice the golden body of the king, and the practice of this practice was very fast, but now, it is just a level of entry. It is a long distance from the small Chengdu, not to mention Say yes.
At this moment, Chen Changming's rising breath told him very clearly that Chen Changming's cultivation behavior at this moment.
Not just the previous entry, but Dacheng!
But how is this possible?
Overnight, the gods such as the king of the golden body and other magical disciplines were trained to a great success, let alone these things, the spirit of the sword did not dare to think.
But nowadays, such a dreamy thing, Chen Changming did it abruptly, just under his eyelids.
"Isn't it ... that the King's previous life's cultivation practice was awakening ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and thus some cultivation practices were restored?"
After a while, the spirit in the knife barely thought of a possibility.
This guess is also not very reliable, but now, it is the only possibility that the spirit in the sword can think of.
In front of him, the movement of Chen Changming continued.
After reaching the innate Jiuzhong in a moment, the breath of Chen Changming's whole body was boiling, and at this moment he reached an extreme.
Vast strength is exploding, every moment of bone and flesh, and every inch of flesh and flesh is trembling gently, the golden blood is rising into the sky, vaguely direct, and there is a tendency to continue to climb upward.
"No?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, the spirit in the sword suddenly thrilled.
He feels that he is likely to witness a myth today.
In a day, from the congenital triple promotion to the status of guru?