"It depends on you to realize this." Thinking of this, Lin Chen left behind irresponsibly, "I realized it, this is your fortune. If I can't realize it, I can only blame you for not being able to fulfill my destiny." After that, he went back to his room to practice.
Jiang Tianye muttered a few words, but thought about Lin Chen's words for a long time. Lin Chen had already pointed out a force hidden in his body for him, but how to stimulate this force can only rely on himself.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in the practice room and soon entered the small universe in his body. He circulated and merged consciousness with the five major meridians in his body, and began to absorb the energy around him. But what made him depressed was that in this foreign land, no matter how he exercised his power, he could only absorb the light power representing the Western heaven.
The result of this is that the holy light core in Lin Chen's body is nourished and developed and grows stronger and brighter, and is even disproportionate to the other four star cores. Although this does not have any impact on the entire cycle, it is impossible to change the form of operation and let the four star cores operate around the holy light cores.
But what really depressed Lin Chen was that no matter how strong the Holy Light core was, he could not draw the energy in it. It was like he was constantly making a lot of money, but he found that he could not spend it in China at all.
In the battle with the paladin that night, he was forced to summon the dragon pattern sword. After only one sword, the true energy in his body was instantly overdrawn. The magic weapons left by these predecessors were really terrifying to consume the true energy.
Lin Chen urgently needs to strengthen his true energy now, so that he can truly control the dragon-patterned sword and recite the twelve star-falling shuttles at the same time, so that his strength can be maximized. However, what he absorbs are large and large amounts of holy light that cannot be used, which makes Lin Chen want to dig out the holy light core directly from his soul.
The only benefit this holy light core brings to you is that it can restore your previous life's skills within a certain period of time. But what follows is the seventh level of heavenly tribulation. To put it bluntly, the power of the previous life cannot be taken out during battle. At that time, you will be struck by thunder first without waiting for the enemy to kill you.
Of course, this catastrophe must be overcome, but it is definitely impossible at this time. Lin Chen himself does not have enough confidence in overcoming these seventh level of heavenly tribulation. Only by finding a land with sufficient spiritual energy in China will the chance of passing the catastrophe be greater. In short, if he passes the catastrophe on the land of Britain, it will undoubtedly be like seeking death.
Just as Lin Chen was lying alone in the practice room and sighing depressedly. Africa was in a hot and desolate field, with stars and moons missing in the sky. On the dark field, a convoy of seven or eight cars was running wildly.
Crazy heavy metal rock music mixed with the deafening sound of off-road jeep engines, stirring the turbid darkness under the sky. A group of black men in simple clothes were covered with bullets in the car roaring with the music, twisting their bodies, constantly pouring alcohol into their mouths. Several guys in the back seat of a car hugged two girls and tried to get them up and down. If the car hadn't been driving fast and bumpy, I would have wished I would take off my pants and vent my hard.
The driver of the first car swayed left and right to the music while driving, muttering raps that he couldn't understand. Suddenly his face changed, he cursed and stepped on the brakes with a sudden kick.
The jeep, whose tires were locked, slid three or four meters before stopping. The vehicles behind were in chaos, and the screams of friction between the tires and the ground were heard one after another. The wild horse-like convoy finally stopped in a row.
"Damn it, Bablu, God testify, in one second, I will cut your little ** off and feed the dog." A black man who was caught from the back row and had sunglasses stumbled into the front row cursed.
Bablu, who was driving the first car, held the steering wheel, and his two particularly eye-catching whites stared at the front of the car. The rap in his mouth turned to mutter anxiously, "Damn, what the hell?"
Where the headlights shine, countless dust fell down, and a snow-white shadow stood quietly in the darkness less than three meters away from the front of the car.
With the light, Bablu finally saw clearly that "this ghost thing" was a man, a boy, wearing a snow-white shirt, his right hand was inserted into the side pocket of his pants, and his left hand was hanging casually on his side.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The searchlights on the cars behind were all turned on, and the thick beams of light swept towards the young man. With the dazzling light, the young man's clothes and face looked snowy and whiter, and he felt spotless, with his expression casually as if he was walking at night.
The black people immediately discovered the most essential difference between the two sides with sensitive sensitivity. A black man wearing a hood sucked a cigarette butt between his fingers and bounced it out, shook his head: "Damn it, did you smoke too much marijuana and have hallucinations? Why did an Asian suddenly pop up here?"
"Asian?"
Several guys who were overly drunk immediately started to laugh.
"It's really Asian."
"Kill him."
"No, I'd better arrest it and ask our Asian friends why they stood here in the middle of the night to block our way."
The black man, who had just finished saying this, froze, and his black head suddenly turned into pieces and leaned over and lay on the seat in front.
The other people's expressions changed suddenly. These people sucked excessive alcohol and marijuana, but their reactions were not slow. In amazement, they immediately picked up arms.
Amid the sudden burst of gunfire, the young man was calm and stared slightly. There seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, and dense bullets hit him, and only a series of dazzling Mars exploded, which was bounced away.
Whoosh swish swish swish!
Invisible airflows seemed to be shot out from the boy's body. Wherever the sound of breaking through the air passed, a black man's head exploded and fell.
In a moment, the gunshots gradually subsided, and seven or eight scattered jeeps were filled with corpses, and blood slowly spread through the heated firearm.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The corpses that were clearly penetrated into the skull cavity suddenly stood up strangely, grabbed the guns and repeated the movement of strafing.
"Hmm?" The young man moved his eyebrows slightly and said softly, "Black witchcraft?"
Suddenly, the scenery in front of him magnified rapidly in his eyes, and he saw it almost at a close distance. In the car at the back, a black man with oil paint on his face and feathers stuck in his temples was lying on a string of human skulls in his hand.