Chapter 275: Blood rebirth!

Everything in the world, the more unique and distinctive, the more impressive it will be.
Chen Xinglie's impression of Hengjingmen was very deep.
Just because.
Chen Xinglie's three lifetimes combined, and never saw a second woman who was uglier than Heng Jingmen.
Ugly is also a feature.
If you talk about this feature, Hengjingmen alone can dominate the world.
Even Lord A Chou before Hualong could not be shocked, at least Lord A Chou's eyes were eyes, his nose was nose, and his facial features were very clear. Heng Jingmen's eyes may not look like a pair of eyes, and his nose may not look like a nose.
The look of this woman...
It looks like a nightmare!
Chen Xinglie remembers very clearly that Hengjingmen will appear in Datong a few years later, just to compete for "The Great Wilderness Searching for the Dragon Scripture". Now it is too early for the time to capture the Great Wilderness Searching for the Dragon Scripture in memory. It should be in the capital, but it should be outside the Datong Dynasty, in the Xihai islands, and practice in seclusion.
Why is this woman in the Wangling Temple?
Since she knew that there was a Wangling Temple under the capital, why did no one mention Hengjingmen among those who sought the temple in her memory?
Or, many years later, Hengjingmen was the man behind the king's tomb temple?
Many thoughts are like tides surging in Chen Xinglie's heart.
Suddenly.
Chen Xinglie remembered that when he left Qingyun City a month ago and lent the "Winter Sword of Wrath" to Zhao Yumeng on the top of the mountain, this girl seemed to have disgust in her eyes.
Could it be...
The impression of Hengjingmen and Dongdong in Zhao Yumeng's mind is almost the same?
Dominate the same?
Could it be that Hengjingmen is the ruler of Eternal Night?
Not too possible.
If Hengjingmen were to dominate the reincarnated reincarnation, how could it be possible to chase down an ordinary martial artist for 100,000 miles, I am afraid that he would have succeeded as early as the moment when he was thinking of killing. Moreover, how could Lord Yongye be in the lower realm martial arts world, sinking for many years, before cultivating to land immortal.
Hengjingmen must not be the ruler of Eternal Night.
Even now, the figure sitting at the main entrance of the Wangling Temple and fishing is not necessarily Hengjingmen.
Chen Xinglie secretly thought for a moment, and quietly took out the chrysanthemum arrow symbol and hid it in his sleeve, using the system to aim at the interface, observing the person not far in front, who was suspected to be shocking the door.
Very strange!
Even the chrysanthemum arrow talisman could not aim at her!
Even the chrysanthemum arrow talisman with a hundred shots can not find the target through the system aiming interface.
What is it that even the chrysanthemum arrow symbol can't be aimed at?
This is even stranger.
Chen Xinglie immediately asked the system in his heart what the reason was, but he got an unexpected answer.
The man in the cloak who was fishing was not a living creature in the true sense. There was only a strand of remnant soul left behind, falling into a deep sleep state. If it hadn't been for a cloak to protect the remnant soul, even the soul would have long since disappeared.
This answer made Chen Xinglie relieved.
That's it.
The person wearing the cloak is already dead, leaving only a ray of remnant soul.
The soul is not the same as the physical body, and it is just a remnant soul, incomplete, and the chrysanthemum arrow symbol can't find the target to shoot. How to aim?
It's hard for a strong man!
Chen Xinglie secretly put away the chrysanthemum arrow talisman, turned to look at Zhao Yumeng, and saw that the disgusting color in her eyes had disappeared, and there was a faint perplexity in her watery eyes.
Could it be something that came to mind?
Chen Xinglie asked, "Is this person Zhu Er's old friend?"
Zhao Yumeng shook his head.
Chen Xinglie said: "At that time, outside Qingyun City, Zhu Er saw the sword of the Lord of Winter, and her eyes were like seeing this fishing man. Could this person be at the same level as the Lord of Winter?"
"Chen Lang knows something."
Zhao Yumeng shook her head gently and said, "Zhu Er hates the Lord of Winter because he has a sense of disgust with the name'Master of Winter.' Today, Zhu'er is disgusted because of the breath in this black pond."
The man in the cloak was sitting in front of the main entrance and was fishing. The pond was under the fishing rod, a radius of more than ten meters, and it was pitch black. If the man in the cloak was not fishing by the pool, Chen Xinglie would have thought it was a black mirror.
"This fishing man..."
Zhao Yumeng stared at the direction of the main hall gate, shook his head slightly, and said, "Zhu Er has no impression, and I don't know him."
Chen Xinglie nodded.
However, Zhao Yumeng looked at the man in the cloak who was suspected to be shocked. He was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Look, Chen Lang, there is a trace of Taoist rhyme that condenses true spirit on the body of this fishing man."
True spirit?
Tao Yun?
How can you see such mysterious things with Chen Xinglie's current cultivation base?
If you can't see it, you must install it
Zhu Er can see that if I can't see it, doesn't it seem that I am very incapable.
Chen Xinglie pretended to look at it, his mind turned sharply, and he became wise in a hurry, and said, "Unfortunately, it failed."
"Yeah." Zhao Yumeng nodded and said: "If this person can condense a little true spirit, and then pin his original true spirit in the cosmic starry sky, as long as the true spirit hidden in the starry sky is immortal, it will be immortal forever. "
If the true spirit is immortal, it is the master!
According to this statement, before the death of the fishing cloak man, he was powerful and even touched the edge of the dominance realm. It is a pity that the last step was not completed, and the condensing of the true spirit failed, leaving only a strand of remnant soul.
Since ancient times.
How many heroes and heroes are there in the world, and how many men and talents of the world?
Among these characters, a little real spirit can be condensed, and how many can be immortalized in the void?
Very few!
Chen Xinglie remembered that in the upper realm, there were not many ruling temples left in the world.
but.
Although this man in the cloak had not condensed any true spirit, he had reached the stage of condensing the true spirit, which was considered rare in the ages.
When this person is alive, he must be a great generation.
Unfortunately.
Before he was angry, he was blocked from the door of the master.
Chen Xinglie stared at the man in the cloak who was still fishing not far away, but was blocked by the brim of the cloak. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, and then squatted down, looking at it from a downward-to-up angle. This person.
Suddenly.
Chen Xinglie was dumbfounded. At the beginning of the cloak on his chest was wrinkled, there seemed to be an insignificant cave.
"This matter, I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Chen Xinglie abruptly got up, pointed at the fisherman at the main entrance, and said, "There is a hole in front of this person!"
Zhao Yumeng's eyes narrowed.
She was silent for a long time, suddenly raised her head, stared at the dark dome of the Wangling Temple, and looked around. Unfortunately, she didn't find the trace she wanted to see, but this did not affect Zhao Yumeng's amazed tone: "Blood rebirth!"