Infinite World Projection

In other words, these are two masters.

"Including the previous one, are there three masters?"

Upon sensing this, Chen Changming's face was cold, and this thought flashed through his mind.

For him, not only a heir with such a terrifying power of the spirit king in his body was dispatched, but also three masters were dispatched at the same time.

This so-called descendant of the Spirit King really looks up to him.

With three full masters, even if they are within the Spirit Sect, that's the strength at this moment.

In other words, apart from the lack of the inheritance of the true spirit king, this so-called descendant of the spirit king is not inferior to the spirit sect in other aspects.

This is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying thing.

The Spirit Sect is a holy land, and its strength even belongs to the first rank among the holy places, which is by no means comparable to that of ordinary holy places.

Elder Golden Knife is the pinnacle of the Grand Master, a powerhouse who has returned to his source in half a step.

And this so-called descendant of the Spirit King can not only get three masters, but one of them is a strong one who is not inferior to the Golden Sword Elder.

With this level of strength, they have never been exposed to the mountains and water, which is really terrifying.

Standing still, various thoughts flashed in Chen Changming's mind, and then he went on without hesitation.

He continued to move forward, his face grim, and he moved forward slowly, finally heading forward.

On the side, looking at his figure, the old woman in the distance moved in her heart. She was about to do something, but was stopped by the old man on the side.

"We'd better not shoot."

The old man shook his head with a cold expression on his face, and said: "He is the inheritor of the Spirit King of this generation, and he is in charge of the Spirit King. Only the Son of God can solve it in order to inherit it completely."

"If we make a move, it is very likely that we will share the life of the Spirit King on the Saint Child, so that the life of the Spirit King cannot be unified."

Like Yuan Wang Shengzi, they are also descendants of the Spirit King, but their bloodline is far less pure and powerful than the Yuan Wang Shengzi.

But this didn't change their essence, they were also the blood of the Spirit King.

If they make a move, once they fight with Chen Changming, they will inevitably fall into a fight for the life of the Spirit King.

At that time, maybe one is not good, the life of the Spirit King that should have belonged to the Yuan Wang Shengzi will be divided by them, and some will be taken by them.

This result is not what they want.

So at this moment, they will not take action.

"Let's watch."

The old woman gave up her plan to shoot, her face was cold, she just stood aside and watched the game here.

But what they didn't know was that there were still many people watching this battle farther away.

In a towering valley, Shang Zhong danced with the wind in a black robe, swaying with the wind at this moment, and he just stood there, calmly watching the battle below.

In his line of sight, with the appearance of Chen Changming, the trajectory of the fate was unprecedentedly surging and powerful at this moment.

The lines of fate are constantly intertwined, and the fate of the spirit king is constantly oscillating. The ripples at this moment are far stronger than the past few times.

For this situation, Shang Zhong had foreseen long ago, and he stood there at this moment, watching the battle there.

And beside him, there was a figure of a little boy standing there, with a delicate appearance, like a little girl, looking at the battlefield below, his face looked a little nervous.

"Grandpa, will Brother Changming win?"

He looked nervous, looked at the two people who were approaching below, and asked subconsciously.

"What do you think?"

Listening to the boy's words, Shang Zhong asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes."

The teenager thought for a while, and then said: "Brother Changming, he has never lost."

In the past when he was in the Spirit Sect, he had seen many fights.

However, no matter how terrifying the enemy, how cruel the fight, Chen Changming can finally win victory and come back alive.

This time, there will be no exceptions.

"Silly boy"

Shang Zhong smiled and touched Zhao Zheng's head, but he sighed in his heart.

The enemy Chen Changming faced this time was different from the past.

In the past, although the enemies Chen Changming faced were ferocious and terrifying, he only needed to confront the opponent in front of him.

But this time it was different.

Chen Changming not only had to face the opponent in front of him, but also the fate that existed in the dark.

Because according to the fate and the original trajectory, the Spirit King Shengzi was destined to die in the hands of Yuan Wang Shengzi.

This originally established trajectory is far from easy to change.

Under the trajectory of fate, everything will change towards this trajectory.

In this case, Chen Changming wants to survive, or even win the battle, how easy is it to say?

Even if he was there, Shang could not guarantee.

Because even if he shot, under the influence of fate, many variables will inevitably appear to reduce his influence and keep the trajectory in front of him.

But even so, Shang still has to make a move.

He is committed to change throughout his life, and he never fears anything because of a given fate.

He never feared the so-called fate backlash.

A crisp sound of footsteps came from a distance.

Shang finally raised his head slowly and looked into the distance.

Not far away, a beautiful woman in white clothes was walking slowly, facing Shang Zhong.