Infinite World Projection

"Do you think that I told you so much, you must be plotting something?"

Looking at Chen Changming, the young man smiled and said so.

"There is one thing."

Chen Changming nodded and admitted frankly.

"I know, I know it. I don't want to be attentive. I'm a thief."

The young man's face laughed at himself: "In fact, there are not so many, just find someone to talk."

"You may not understand it. It has been a long time in this place. It is difficult to find a normal person to chat with. That feeling ..."

He smiled: "Most of your days are longer than mine, I will understand later."

Standing still, Chen Changming glanced at him without saying anything.

In fact, without him, Chen Changming also understands.

Earlier, in the camp, the other people around had left, and the only black armor guards still left were silent puppets.

That feeling is actually extremely uncomfortable and oppressive, similar to today's feelings.

Standing still, Chen Changming suddenly thought of Li Shanshui.

Now think about it, the reason why Li Shanshui came to him that day may actually be out of this feeling.

"what's your name?"

Chen Changming took the initiative to speak, looking at the young man and asked.

"Gentle."

The young man smiled and said casually.

"Gentle."

Chen Changming frowned and looked at the youth: "What is your relationship with Wen Liuxia?"

Being in this spirit sect, all surnamed Wen, and all carry a fluent name in the name, it would be too coincidental if it was pure coincidence.

Wen Liu was stunned for a while, then said: "She is my elder sister."

"Why, you also have a relationship with her?"

He suddenly came to interest, looking at Chen Changming, could not help asking.

Chen Changming glanced at him gently, without opening.

Should I say, was it your sister who brought me in?

He secretly vomited and shook his head secretly.

Chen Changming did not expect such a coincidence. Just entering this so-called death place, he met Wen Liuxia's younger brother.

But this also caused him some curiosity.

"Since you are Wen Liuxia's brother, how come you come in?"

Chen Changming glanced at Wen Liu and then asked.

Although I don't know the true details of Wen Liuxia, there is no doubt that within this Lingzong, Wen Liuxia's status should not be low, otherwise it is impossible to please Xia Qi and let Chen Changming wait for so long before coming in.

So as Wen Liuxia's younger brother, why did Wen Liuhe come in?

"do not talk."

Wen Liu and a bitter smile on his face began to talk about his experience.

In his account, Chen Changming also understood the whole story.

Wen Liuhe is indeed Wen Liuxia's younger brother. Both sides are half-brothers and both are children of the previous generation who have abandoned their masters.

It's just that compared with Wen Liuxia's talents, Wen Liuhe's talents are terrible, almost called waste materials.

The people of Lingzong are the first to be strong, with gentle and such qualifications, and the treatment they receive can be imagined.

So, in order to change his situation, he secretly entered the inheritance hall, and practiced the inheritance of the Spirit King's Secret Code.

After the practice of the Spirit King's Secret Code, the ensuing matter became logical.

The Lingzong has its own legal principles, but anyone who practices the Secret Code of the Spirit King ca n’t escape, even though Wenliu and the son of the renunciation vein master.

So soon, he entered this place, where he began to fight with other spirit king inheritors, and finally turned himself into this look.

Without Wen Liuxia's shelter, he was placed here, and someone was sent to pull him back from the chaotic grave, he should have turned into a dead bone.

"This experience ... is a bit like a failed version of the scrap attack ..."

Chen Changming looked at the gentle and gentle side, and didn't know what to say at this time.

Is a good second-generation unhappy? Isn't it good to eat soft rice? Must I rely on myself?

The results are good.

Looking at Wen Liu and that weak face, Chen Changming didn't say anything in the end, just comforted a few words, and then said his own experience.

"Caught by my sister because of her talent?"

Listening to Chen Changming's experience, Wen Liu and a look of consternation, the expression on his face kept changing, and finally a sympathy appeared slowly.

"I came in because the talent is not good, but you came in because the talent is too good."

A weird look appeared on his face, and he laughed at himself: "It's really weird that this world is ingenious."

Chen Changming did not know what to say.

However, since speaking of his own experience, this person's connection has been rising, and it is estimated that he will soon reach the point of projection.

In the next few days, Chen Changming's days were fairly calm.

If you rule out the constantly roaring roaring around, that is indeed the case.

Unfortunately, this peaceful day did not last long.

Seven days later, a black armor walked silently to Chen Changming's door.

Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes.

As the door to his room was opened, a touch of golden sunlight poured into the room.

Opposite, in another room, the door of the room was also opened, and one person walked out slowly.

It was a very young man, probably in his early twenties, wearing a broken black leather armor, but his face was not pale, but rather ruddy, too much, like a fever.

He walked out of his room, his expression looked a little trance, so he looked up and looked forward, and then looked closely at Chen Changming.

"I don't want ... I don't want ..."

He was confused, walking while walking, still muttering in his mouth, his condition looked very bad.

Chen Changming took a deep breath and silently got up from the spot.

The soft armor was already worn on the body, and the long knife was also in his hand.

"I'm holding a knife, is there no problem?"

Holding a long black sword, Chen Changming looked calm and looked at the black armor guards beside him.

The black armor bodyguard glanced at Chen Changming. He didn't return to the question positively, but just said dullly: "It's your turn."

Without receiving a positive answer, Chen Changming assumed that he could do it, directly holding the long black sword in his hand, and slowly walked out of his room.

"Boy, are you okay?"

In the room next to it, warm currents and a weak voice came.

"Just look at it ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Chen Changming spoke calmly and slowly walked forward.

The distance between the two slowly approached, and then in the body, an inexplicable sense of throb began to rise.

The blood in the body began to boil, and a vast burst of power was surging, almost giving people the illusion that the vastness is infinite, enough to crush everything.

Chen Changming knew that this was just an illusion, and if it was deeply trapped in it, it would not be too far from the eventual decline.

But at this moment, the boiling of the evil forces in the body does bring some power to make the state of the whole body stronger.

Bursts of evil intentions are used in the mind to try to evoke the deepest evil thoughts in people and interfere with people's thoughts.

It's just that for Chen Changming, this level of evil intentions is nothing.

It was on the opposite side. The man's face was flushed. At this moment the evil in his mind was rising and he couldn't help but rush forward.

Next time, the two collided head-on.