Pain——————“Pain” that goes deep into the soul——————————
The cold liquid flowed at the junction of the cheek and the wet stone. In an instant, the young man lying on the ground in the dark alley twitched violently. The next moment, Ling Chen opened his heavy eyelids, and the first thing he felt was
The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow from the limbs...
"Huhu"
Holding back the severe pain in his limbs, Ling Chen closed his eyes and turned over to sit up. He used a few spiritual techniques with both hands and quickly injected them into the injured limbs.
He lowered his forehead and glanced around himself. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. The wounds on his limbs that had been bleeding profusely had quietly healed during the time he was unconscious. The body that the body-building line was proud of was recovering from the injuries.
In terms of performance, they are several times more powerful than the legal system monks.
Sitting on the spot, meditating and regulating the injuries on his limbs. Since the last time he came out of the extraterrestrial space, it was originally a good thing for Ling Chen that there was no more noise from the inner demons. However, what surprised him was that the demon sword kept flowing continuously.
The pure demonic energy has also stopped supplying and tempering his body. There is no other way. Now he can only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to convert the demonic energy, and then repair the wounds on his limbs.
In the dark alley, an old man sat with a wooden stick in the deep corner of the alley, silently staring at Ling Chen in the center of the alley, as if the dim light had no impact on his cloudy eyes.
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"Huhu"
The thick demonic energy in his body was surging. While repairing Ling Chen's injured meridians, he quickly forced out the four black energy in his limbs. Seeing the strange and dark black energy floating in the air, Ling Chen waved his hand to disperse it.
The remaining spiritual power of these four soul-eating talismans.
As the name suggests, the "Soul-eating Talisman" can only play its best role when used on people who are about to die. In the black world, if you know that you are about to perish, you can put a drop of your own life essence and blood and spiritual Luo Seal into the Soul-eating Talisman.
Soul Talisman
, swallowing the remnant souls of other monks who were seriously injured, so that the monks who cast the soul-eating talisman can have a certain chance to occupy the lair of the monk who died after being attacked by the soul-eating talisman, seize his corpse, resurrect the soul, and regain his life.
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However, this method of refining the soul-eating talisman is quite evil. It requires the life essence of hundreds of ordinary people to be refined in order to successfully refine one. This refining method is unreasonable and is claimed by the underworld to be famous.
The ten major families in the decent land strictly prohibit the refining. Once the prohibition is discovered, the ten major families will attack in groups - many evil sects have been suppressed by the ten major families for such extremely evil reasons.
No one cares about who is right or wrong, because the underworld originally believes in the law of survival of the weak and the strong, and those second- and third-rate sects are more cautious, fearing that they will be destroyed by the top ten families for such a grand reason, so
In the dark world, such extremely evil soul-eating talismans are rarely circulated, and the connection is not as simple as hurting Tianhe.
After meditating for several hours, the powerful recovery power of the body training lineage was unparalleled. In just a few hours, the wounds on Ling Chen's limbs quickly formed scars, and the surging hot blood in his body continued.
Moisturizing the injured flesh and blood, the body advanced to the mortal realm, and Ling Chen's entire physique underwent earth-shaking changes.
Feeling that the injury was almost gone, Ling Chen stood up slowly. In the dark and damp alley, the hawker with his head missing lay quietly. With his hazy sight, Ling Chen came to the hawker.
He stretched out his palm, groped around the vendor's waist for a while, and took out two storage bags————
After erasing the remaining spiritual consciousness on it, Ling Chen's mind sank into it. After pondering for a moment, his face gradually became distorted...
Both of these bulging storage bags are about the size of a five-square-meter square table. Each storage bag is filled with sparkling spiritual stones. Most of them are low-grade, but there are also many medium-grade ones. They are filled with the whole thing.
The storage bag, the dazzling spirit stone stung Ling Chen's mind as he sank into it. Ling Chen's concentration was far beyond ordinary people, and his face could not help but twitch violently.
With so many spirit stones, I'm afraid he has done a lot of murder and pimping. His mind exited the storage bag, and Ling Chen sank his mind into another storage bag. Suddenly, Ling Chen once again took away the hawker who died on the spot.
Two spirit weapons were found in the storage bag.
The "spiritual weapons" exuding gray and rich spiritual pressure were hanging in the inner space of the storage bag. His intuition told Ling Chen that the owners of these two spiritual weapons were probably lured here by the vendors to kill them.
Two powerful men in the mortal realm, it seems that this vendor really has some skills.
In addition, I once again looked at the storage bag filled with various runes, spiritual books, and spiritual weapons. There were actually many low-level, mid-level, and even high-level runes. Fortunately, my previous close combat entanglement prevented the vendor from doing so.
Otherwise, Ling Chen was really afraid that he would not be able to parry this thick stack of advanced attack runes.
If you use the high-grade attack runes well, even the monks in the mortal realm will be in a hurry. There are also some sharper high-grade attack runes that can even cause serious damage to the monks in the mortal realm, just like the seven "bites" that Ling Chen was hit by just now.
"Soul Talisman", the demonic energy barrier successfully blocked the first three, but at the same time, the limbs also suffered heavy damage.
Fortunately, this soul-eating talisman cannot be listed as a high-grade rune because of its special effects. However, if used properly, it may allow the user to be reborn and regain his life. Some of its special effects are indeed even lower-grade than mid-level runes.
None of them are comparable to each other. The reason why the Soul-eating Talisman is called a low-level mid-level rune is ultimately because of its weak attack power.[
However, as long as the black world recognized the runes as low-level and high-level, the price would be more than ten times the price of low-level mid-level runes.
Think about it, low-level mid-grade runes are sold for hundreds of spirit stones in Bluestone City, and these "low-level high-grade runes" are even more expensive, even in some sects with good foundations.
It is impossible for ordinary monks in the mortal realm to possess so many low-level high-grade attack runes. It can be seen that this hawker has done a lot of killing and selling goods.
However, although Ling Chen did not have it, he was very familiar with the powerful fluctuations that shook people's hearts. He once saw a high-grade rune with extremely powerful spiritual energy fluctuations on a street stall in Lucheng, so he glanced at the storage bag.
When he saw the thick stack of runes, he recognized them at a glance.
Ling Chen's mind gradually withdrew. Only after he got out of this mysterious alley, he could find a chance to carefully study the spiritual weapon runes in the hawker's storage bag.
He raised his head and stared at a circle of dark figures hidden in the debris on both sides. No matter what the reason was, since it was not detrimental to him during his coma, Ling Chen would not take the initiative to embarrass these old people in their dying years.
Although they were once awe-inspiring mortal and psychic warriors in the dark world when they were young... But now they have reached the point where they need to survive and have no fighting power at all. But Ling Chen doesn't want to cause too much trouble.
"tread"
Crisp footsteps echoed in this dead alley. Ling Chen slowly came to the old man holding a wooden staff. The old man's eyes were slightly closed. He didn't seem to have much reaction to Ling Chen's arrival. He was indifferent.
Sitting there, not knowing what to think about anymore.
Ling Chen looked deeply at the old man, without saying a word, and silently bent over to pick up the dark sword on the ground.
"Click"
The demon sword that had drunk enough blood had returned to its ugly and dull appearance at some point. There were no traces of blood on the dull blade. Ling Chen habitually wiped it with his sleeve a few times before inserting it back into his back.
Tightening the long sword behind his back, Ling Chen turned around and looked at the exit that was emitting a faint light. He was about to move forward, but unexpectedly, an old voice behind him made his steps freeze.
"He promised to give us what we need. In exchange, we helped him cover up the fluctuations in the battle, and even helped him in the last critical moment." The old man still closed his eyes slightly and said this very calmly.
Hearing this, Ling Chen paused and trembled slightly. After a moment, he calmly responded to the old man holding the stick behind him;
"But now that he is dead, why do you want to take action against me?" After saying this, a powerful battle wave spread around Ling Chen, and the strong pressure burst out of his body. He did not want to cause trouble.
But that doesn't mean he's afraid of these waning old men.
"Wait a minute, little friend! If we want to do something to you, why delay it until you wake up!" The old man with the stick opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed through his cloudy eyes, and he looked at Ling Chen who turned around carefully.
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Looking directly at the old man for a moment, Ling Chen's aura gradually rose up. The old man in front of him who didn't know the details was right. If they really wanted to harm him, why would they wait for him to wake up? During the time when he was unconscious
You should be more confident about your actions. If Ling Chen wakes up like this, wouldn't it be a lot of trouble and more losses than gains...
Looking at the old man in front of him, Ling Chen couldn't feel the slightest spiritual pressure that a strong person should have from his seemingly vague old life aura. With Ling Chen's current cultivation level, he couldn't feel the possibility of the opponent's general cultivation level.
There are only two kinds.
1. The other person is a completely ordinary person.
Two; that is, the opponent's cultivation level is far higher than Ling Chen's by a few small steps...
There is no doubt that the aura of the old man in front of him is unfathomable, and he will definitely not be the first choice, so there is only the second possibility. But despite this, the power on Ling Chen's face is still undiminished. If he can't suppress it in terms of momentum,
The other party, then he would be passive in the subsequent conversation between the two parties. I am afraid that he would be at a disadvantage even before the conversation started. At the moment of lightning, Ling Chen decisively chose to respond forcefully to this old man with a stick.
In the dark alley, two pairs of black eyes looked at each other quietly, watching the collision of the night, both of them saw a hint of surprise in the depths of each other's eyes.
"I wonder if my little friend remembers the previous conversation with the old man?" The old man put away the distracted look in his cloudy eyes and asked Ling Chen indifferently.
"You said, after I have overcome this difficulty, you will tell me a story?" Ling Chen didn't know what this frail old man was going to say to himself, but at this moment, he was facing the threat of more than a dozen pairs of cold eyes around him.
He could only respond lightly to the old man with a stick in front of him.
"Then let's sit down and talk together." The old man's voice sounded very old, but it was so loud that Ling Chen could hear it very clearly.
Looking back and looking around, Ling Chen hesitated, turned around hesitantly, and stared at the old man;
"I'm not interested in hearing your story. If you don't have anything particularly important to do, I'll leave now."
"Little friend, wait a minute. I chose to tell you this without any ill will towards you. But now you turn around and leave without listening. This is what forces us to be ill-willed towards you. Do you understand?"
The old man with the wooden stick shook his head and looked at Ling Chen calmly.
"Are you threatening me?" Ling Chen looked down at the old man sitting on the wooden box with a gloomy expression.
"That's right. If you decide, then don't waste our time. Come on! Young man, let me tell you a story." The old man's skinny palm slightly stretched out to greet Ling Chen, who looked embarrassed. It seemed that Ling Chen
No matter how embarrassed Chen's face was, it didn't look like it was caused by him.
"Hmph... Then I'm all ears." Ling Chen looked gloomy on the surface, but secretly he was thinking carefully about what these old guys were going to do to him. Without knowing their bottom line, Ling Chen had no choice but to compromise.
"My little friend, please be calm. We have no ill intentions towards you! No one will die if you listen to a story." As if to make Ling Chen focus on his story, the old man even tried to persuade Ling Chen.
However, apart from attracting Ling Chen's cold eyes, there is no better expression. But even Ling Chen's cold eyes made the old man opposite clear his throat. For him, no matter what Ling Chen's eyes were,
No matter how he looked at him, he achieved what he wanted.
Are you ready? A wonderful story is about to unfold……