Chapter 90 Shura and Judgment
Ancient Treasures of the Military Path.
A blood-stained figure stumbled out of the whirlpool and plunged into the frozen sea.
The biting cold eroded his whole body. Jian Changsheng endured the pain and stiffness brought by the cold, struggled to swim a hundred meters, and finally climbed onto a two-meter-long floating ice.
"Cough cough cough..."
He lay weakly on the ice, his whole body was overdrawn. A gust of sea breeze blew over, and the moisture on his body solidified into debris, taking away his last few strands of heat.
Jian Changsheng stared blankly at the black sky and the giant sword that was gradually moving away. There was only numbness on his hideous scarred face.
He survived.
He didn't know how he survived... The last moment of his memory was the scene of Chen Ling standing in front of him with a gun. He remembered that his heart was pierced.
Thinking of this, Jian Changsheng subconsciously reached out to touch his chest. The flesh and blood were still intact, without a big hole. There seemed to be something beating inside...
He could feel that as the heart beat, the murderous aura flowed through his blood, and his whole body seemed to be cleansed.
Also, there seemed to be something more in his body... and it was constantly resonating with the black giant sword in the distance.
"That guy... what kind of monster is he?" Jian Changsheng recalled the red-clothed figure who killed through the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan alone, and there was still some fear in his heart.
Since he killed Yan Xicai and fought all the way, his spirit has accumulated to an extremely sharp point, but he didn't expect that Chen Ling would jump out at the end and crush his pride into dregs in a few strokes.
The most important thing is that until now, he still doesn't know what the identity of that person is... a usurper of fire? A law enforcer? Or some other conspiracy organization?
Jian Changsheng took a short break and sat up from the ice. His eyes swept across the endless frozen sea, and a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind...
How should he go back?
When they came, they took a boat for several hours. Now he has nothing. Is he going to use his hands to pull the ice floes back?
Jian Changsheng's face became uglier and uglier, because he found that it seemed that apart from this option...he really had no other way.
He gritted his teeth, crawled on the ice, put his hands into the sea water, and moved towards the Winter Port little by little with amazing speed and strength.
Jian Changsheng would never have thought that [Shura], who was still high-spirited not long ago, could only be reduced to a humanoid engine now.
He had to speed up...
before he starved to death or froze to death.
...
On the way back to District 3, Chen Ling told Han Meng everything that happened in the Bingdao Ancient Collection...of course, it was a version that he had processed.
Han Meng listened in silence until Chen Ling had finished speaking for a long time, then he asked the first question hoarsely:
"How did Jiang Qin... die?"
"Killed by that No. 8 usurper." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "I avenged him."
Han Meng looked at the coat that originally belonged to No. 8 on Chen Ling, and his eyes flashed with pain. Chen Ling had never seen such loneliness and fatigue on his face.
"... Thank you." This time, it was Han Meng who thanked Chen Ling.
Chen Ling did not accept it, because he felt that he did not deserve this thank you... Jiang Qin was already dead, and revenge for him would not change anything. If he really had the ability, he should have saved Jiang Qin as well.
As for the other people in the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan, although their deaths were related to him, even if he did not provoke the hatred between the law enforcers and the usurpers, when the usurpers took the Daoji fragments, the two sides would still fight when they returned to the entrance of the ancient Tibetan, not to mention that there was a thief saint Bai Ye outside.
From the beginning, this group of law enforcers entered the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan, and there was no possibility of leaving alive.
"By the way." Han Meng looked at Chen Ling, "Have you set foot on the path of the god of war this time?"
"Yes."
"Which path?"
"[Ashura]."
A hint of surprise flashed across Han Meng's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "[Ashura] is good... In the entire Aurora City, few people have set foot on this path."
"Which path are you on?" Chen Ling asked in a silly way.
"[Judgment]."
"Is it different from [Ashura]?"
"Of course, [Judgment] pursues the ultimate lethality, but after the rank is high, the main body is relatively fragile... And [Ashura] is the king of close combat. Although the lethality is not as good as [Judgment], it has a strong survivability.
Especially the first-level skill [Blood Robe], you should be able to feel the power it brings to you... Unless you are killed in one blow, the more serious the injury, the stronger the damage. When this effect is amplified to the extreme, the damage is not even inferior to [Judgment]."
Chen Ling nodded thoughtfully.
Now he has the third and fourth level skills of [Judgment], and the first level skill of [Blood Robe]... Combining the two, I wonder if it can be considered as taking advantage of each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses?
"Then how to advance after stepping onto the divine path?" Chen Ling asked tentatively, "Do I need to complete any conditions in advance?"
"Conditions? There is no such thing."
Han Meng explained, "Although the fourteen divine paths in the world are different, their essence is the same... They all use mental power to drive the climb. Every time you climb a step, in addition to obtaining different skills, it will also trigger a significant increase in mental power.
In the final analysis, this thing depends on personal talent. People with talent who are in line with Shinto will grow faster in spiritual power and advance faster... If the talent is insufficient, advancement will be very difficult, and in the end they can only If you stop at a certain level, you will be trapped in that level for the rest of your life.
Of course, after the fourth level, it will become more and more difficult to advance. Sometimes, in addition to the accumulation of mental power, some breakthrough opportunities are also needed. "
Sure enough, other people's advancement does not need to be as troublesome as his own... Chen Ling sighed deeply in his heart.
In addition to the increase in mental power, he also needs to complete additional performance tasks on the stone steps. If he cannot complete it, no matter how high his mental power is, he will not be able to advance to the next level, which means that every step he takes will be more difficult than others. times.
"How long does it usually take to advance from the first level to the second level?"
"For ordinary people, it takes about two years. If you have good talent, you can barely advance in more than a year..."
"So long??" Chen Ling was shocked, "Then how long did you use it?"
"Six months."
Chen Ling:......
No wonder people in the third district say that Han Meng is a genius of the Bingshen Dao... From this point of view, the contrast is too obvious.
But Chen Ling felt something was wrong, because it had only been more than a week since he stepped onto the first step of the Xishen Dao, and now, the soles of his feet had almost touched the second step...
Chen Ling even felt that within a few days, she should be able to truly step onto the second level.
Are you inherently gifted?
Or... was it the reward after completing the performance that directly saved him a lot of time?