Infinite World Projection

Looking at the name on the column projected in front of him, Chen Changming was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he continued to point up.

The faint light is flashing, and the familiar projection space is reproduced.

In front of him, Yang Ling's figure appeared again, just appeared on the opposite side, and then rushed towards him.

boom!

A soft sound rang at this moment, and then Yang Ling's figure fell like this.

"Get weak perception ..."

"Perception ..."

Looking at the writing in front of him, Chen Changming thought for a moment: "Is the endowment of induction?"

Yang Ling's sensing ability is indeed very strong.

During this time, she has apparently lost a martial art. Now she is just an ordinary person, but she still feels very keen. In many cases, she can accurately find Chen Changming's position.

Now think about it, this is also a kind of innate endowment.

After running out Yang Ling's seventh projection, Chen Changming continued to look in front of him, and then he couldn't help it.

Because in front of him, Yang Ling's name is still there.

The eighth projection is possible.

Chen Changming was stunned for a while, and at this time his mood was a little complicated.

During these times of obtaining projection power, there are not many people who can perform seven projections, but those who can perform the eighth projection are even rarer, and each one is a close relative.

Not the closest relative, but able to make the eighth projection, this is the first one.

And the more times you can project, it often means that the deeper the other party's feelings for you.

Thinking back to what Shang Shang said before, Yang Ling's life is no more than ten years, and Chen Changming's mood can't help but be a little complicated.

Standing in the same place for a while, he picked up his mood and continued to click on Yang Ling's name before starting the eighth projection.

"Obtain a weak spiritual root ..."

Faint handwriting appeared in front of my eyes, and no surprises, the things that still appear are still the roots of spirit.

From the current point of view, Chen Changming is currently projecting for the eighth time, and what he has seen now seems to be the same as Linggen.

I don't know if something else will appear in the future.

After finishing the eighth projection, Yang Ling's name slowly disappeared in front of her eyes.

Subsequently, Chen Changming looked at him and continued to project.

He has accumulated a lot of projections during this period.

In addition to Zhao Zheng, Yang Ling, and others, in that chaotic grave, those who passed the Lingwang trial in the past and eventually survived in the chaotic grave also had many projections.

For Chen Changming, these are good projection objects.

On the one hand, they have a glorious past, and at least one of the Spirit King Secret Codes can be realized.

On the other hand, they have now lost their power as spirit kings, and now they are basically the same as ordinary people.

It is very weak, and it is easy to project.

Like the two elders of the Golden Sword and even the end of the business, Chen Changming dared not move.

Because most of him can not beat, naturally there is no need to find bitterness.

The familiar projection space is constantly flashing. In it, Chen Changming brushed the projection that can be brushed clean at a stretch, and finally stopped his movements and continued to look at his eyes.

Strength: 5.15. Agility: 5.07. Physique: 5.18.

Projection: Gold Knife, Zhao Zheng, Business End

Talent: Incarnation

The familiar projection interface appeared.

It is just that compared to the previous one, there were only three dense names on the projected column.

Standing on the spot, Chen Changming looked at Zhao Zheng's name, hesitated for a while, and finally dispelled the idea of ​​projection now.

Not cost-effective.

During this period of time, through some clues, he can see that Zhao Zheng also has a weak martial arts body, and his strength should not be weak.

If you project now, you can gain something.

But considering his age and the mysterious background, he still has a lot of projection space.

The best option should be to wait until later, after its strength has grown to a certain level, and then to project.

It was then the best choice.

So after hesitating for a while, Chen Changming finally dismissed his current projection and silently retreated.

Standing in place, Chen Changming looked up to the outside, his face seemed calm.

In his body, the power of the majestic spirit king was turbulent, and he was turbulent at the moment, and he seemed very calm.

This is a sequelae caused by the surge of the spirit king's power in a short time, and it will take some time to adapt.

However, at this moment, Chen Changming felt his condition was unprecedentedly good, the whole person stood at a peak, and it seemed that he could beat his previous self with a move.

This is of course an exaggeration, but to a certain extent, it is not completely a false illusion.

After presenting the past spiritual king inheritors one by one, Chen Changming's physical data has not increased much, but the power of the spiritual king in the body has increased too much.

From the data point of view, it seems that it is not much different from the previous one, but once the power of the Spirit King is used to bless it, the combat power will become extremely disparate, reaching a very large gap.

"It's critical ..."

Sitting on the head of the bed, quietly looking at the outside world, this thought flashed in Chen Changming's heart.

With the flushing of the blood inside the body, the power of the spirit king in his body was surging.

At its heart, a black mark flickered, and it began to manifest spontaneously at this moment, devouring the power of the spirit king inside Chen Changming.

Faintly, there seems to be some kind of change taking place.

Unconsciously, after the one-time projections accumulated during this time, Chen Changming has already reached the peak of pregnancy, and it seems that it is only one step away from the innate realm above.

Chen Changming can clearly feel all this.

After the realization of many past spiritual king inheritors, his accumulation is enough, but it will take some time to transform and slowly adapt the body to this process.

Perhaps it won't take long for Chen Changming to cross this distance and really get there.

At this point, Chen Changming slowly closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, the day passed and the sun slowly set into the night.

In the dark night, a huge silver moon hung high in the sky, spreading a faint moonlight.

On the ground, in the core area of ​​this prison, a pair of huge eyes opened slowly, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Through the faint moonlight in the night, you can see very clearly, this is an extremely tall man.

His figure is extremely tall, at least three meters high at a glance, like a little giant, his muscles are stretched, and he looks extremely strong.

In a large and spacious room, he was wrapped in layers of chains all over his body, and he was trapped tightly here.

In the past, he has been asleep here, but at this moment, it seems to have been stimulated by some kind, and began to recover spontaneously. A pair of scarlet eyes slowly looked out to the outside and toward the periphery.

From a perspective that is invisible to ordinary people, a thick line of life is flashing. At this moment, it seems to have been stimulated by some kind, and it started to spontaneously stir up.

A faint low roar was ringing, and gradually rang continuously here.

Then came the sound of loose chains.

Time passed slowly.

When the night passed, the faint golden sunlight spread again, and the whole world shone brightly.

Chen Changming recovered from meditation and looked to the outside world if he felt.

After realizing Yang Ling's talent for perception, his feeling seems to be much stronger at the moment.

At this moment, he can clearly feel that there is something in the distance that is slowly recovering and slowly recovering.

A deep maliciousness is spreading, gradually coming towards this place.

Chen Changming's body tightened subconsciously before releasing.

Standing in place, he looked out.

For his own time, Chen Changming had planned well.

This day should have been a day to go to the chaotic graveyard to visit Yang Ling and others.

However, feeling the tightness all over his body at this moment, Chen Changming hesitated for a while, and finally did not move, so he stayed in silence and meditated there.

At present, his most important response is to practice, crossing the threshold as soon as possible, and embarking on the innate path.

At this point in time, any time is undoubtedly precious ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ So, Chen Changming did not move, but just stayed in his room and meditated, waiting for himself quietly there. The moment of promotion is coming.

In this wait, unconsciously, several days passed.

After a few days, Chen Changming's state has reached a peak, and it is getting closer and closer to the final threshold.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to truly cross that threshold, and it was still a little short of the final step.

Of course, under normal circumstances, he should not be anxious about it.

The promise of the Golden Sword King is still there. At this moment, he will not have much danger for a while. There is still much time to slowly grind, adjust his state slowly, and reach the final promotion step.

However, in theory, despite this, Chen Changming could only feel a moment of anxiety.

An inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, making him feel anxious.

At a level invisible to ordinary people, a red line of fate is violently oscillating. At this moment, it seems to feel something. The power in it is fluctuating, and it is warning Chen Chang.

This unknown change is affecting Chen Changming's body and mind, making him feel an unpredictable hunch.

So, in the next time, he sat cross-legged here, trying to do his best to improve himself as much as possible.

This state has lasted for eight days.

"Hey?"

At noon on the eighth day, a gentle voice rang aside.

He looked at the room on the side, looked at the pan sitting on the head of the bed, and kept a motionless Chen Changming. There was some worry in his eyes: "It's been eight days, are you still good?"

Looking at Chen Changming, he asked in this way.

It was just that there was no accident in the end and no response was received.