Dominator System of Myriad Realms

Chapter 52 The Spirit in the Night
In terms of money, Zhang Chen didn't take it very seriously, as long as it was enough.

Returning along the original road, the mechanism hub was destroyed, and the mechanism traps on the road were all invalid. After half a stick of incense, Zhang Chen walked out of the cave and returned to the bridge.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for capturing the evil emperor's relic and changing the trajectory of the plot excessively, rewarding you with 500 system points."

As soon as Zhang Chen walked out of the tunnel, the system prompts sounded in Zhang Chen's mind.

He has become accustomed to this.

After developing several worlds, Zhang Chen also has a little understanding of changing the plot.

Each world has plot missions, you can get 100 points for slightly changing the plot, 500 points for excessively changing the plot, and 1000 system points for severely changing the plot.

Back then, in A Chinese Ghost Story, he got 1000 system points after killing the tree spirit grandma.

As the importance of the plot changes, the direction seems to be different.

At Longhushan, after a slight change in the plot, the trend was back on track, but after a major change in the plot at Lanruo Temple, the plot went further and further away.

Because of her involvement in it, Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen are strangers.

With the urine nature of the system, everything needs to be explored by himself, and he has only explored so much now.

Thinking about it this way, it is obvious that the system is letting you cause trouble.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Chen put his complicated emotions behind him and closed the stone door again.

The night was dark, and no one knew that Duke Yang's treasury, which could set off a bloodbath, had already been patronized.

Glancing at the wall, the sword marks left by the long sword are not obvious, not to mention the light under the bridge is dark, if it is just a fisherman passing by, it will not attract attention at all.

After leaving the stone bridge, Zhang Chen didn't stay on the street and went straight back to the imperial city.

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The full moon hangs high, and the blue light is like water.

In the lotus garden, the cold air lingered, and every plant and tree in it was frozen.

In the gazebo, the young man sat cross-legged, with red lips, white teeth, and a face like a jade crown. He was not affected at all by the cold air, and under the moonlight, he looked pure and holy.

The clear and bright eyes gradually opened, and Zhang Chen let out a breath of cold air, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times.

It seems simple for him to refine the thousand-year-old ice soul, but who knows what kind of torture he endured.

The first-grade body-tempering spiritual liquid, the second-grade Fierce Yang Fruit, and the third-grade thousand-year ice soul.

Refining a third-grade thousand-year-old ice soul requires far more torture than the previous two. The pain of meridians and blood being frozen is beyond comprehension.

If you want to gain power, you have to pay a corresponding price. "Bamen Dunjia" is such a domineering secret technique.

"There is still the last thousand-year-old ice soul left. With my current strength, even if I don't open the Eight-door Dunjia, it will be difficult to find an opponent in the world, right?"

With a low murmur, Zhang Chen couldn't help but think of someone.

This person's name is 'Heavenly Sword', the leader of the 'Song Clan' in Lingnan, the 'No. [-] Swordsman in the World', and his martial arts are similar to the 'Three Great Masters in the World'.

Song Que.

Just one name has a great power to intimidate both the good and the evil in the world. It can be said that he is one of the strongest people in the world.

"Do you want to go to him and try how strong you are?"

After pondering for a while, Zhang Chen shook his head slightly. With his advantage in skills and the sword intention he had understood, Song Que must be no match for him.

Thinking of this, he gave up the thought of going to Song Que to try his hand.

Meaningless.

Putting the strange thoughts behind, he brushed his index finger from the Sumeru ring, and a pearl the size of an egg with an earthy yellow halo appeared in his hand.

The evil emperor relic.

Demons have been searching for a sacred object that has been unsuccessful for decades.

With this evil emperor relic, he saved himself a lot of system points.

Speaking of system points, Zhang Chen had a flash of inspiration.

There is also a seven-day time-limited task on Shi Feixuan, after completing it, she can get 500 system points.

However, that woman had been indoctrinated with ideas by Cihang Jingzhai since she was a child, and now her ideas were too persistent. If she wanted to complete the task, she would have to break her Taoist heart.

This kind of thing is troublesome to think about, and what he hates most is troublesome things.

"Whatever, if I lose these 500 points, I won't die."

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen's heart stopped, and he concentrated all his energy on the Evil Emperor's relic, and began to draw the majestic energy within it.

The energy containing the cold and bloody aura continuously flowed out from the relic, drilled into his body along the acupoints, and then gathered in the limbs and bones along the route of the exercises.

Energy entered his body, and the cold and bloody breath rushed straight to his forehead, disturbing his spirit.

Zhang Chen sat cross-legged, like an old monk in meditation. While performing the exercises, he stripped traces of bloody breath from the energy, and then crushed them.

The energy flows in the limbs and bones, repeatedly tempering his meridians, blood, and bones, passing through the two main veins of Bamen Dunjia, and finally turns into blue aura, which flows into the dantian like swallows returning to their nests.

As the energy from the evil emperor's relic continued to pour into his body, Zhang Chen's aura gradually fluctuated.

The night was dark, and the obscure atmosphere in the lotus garden rippled in the air.

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The night was as cold as water, and a beautiful shadow passed through the sky and landed on the eaves of the imperial city.

The visitor was dressed in thin white clothes that seemed unable to withstand the chill of the night, with bare feet, beautiful long hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of big black eyes under willow-leaf eyebrows were extremely bright, even the dark night could not stop her eyes. An alluring face.

Standing on the eaves, she looks like an elf in the night, full of mystery and temptation.

On the eaves, Wanwan glanced across the imperial city, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"It's such a familiar scent. This is the scent of "Heavenly Demon Strategy". How can there be a master of the Demon Sect in the Imperial City? Could it be the master arranged by Master in the Imperial City? Who is it?"

Surprised, Wanwan lightened her feet and body like a swallow, borrowed strength from the eaves, and went straight to the backyard of the imperial city.

When she arrived at the lotus garden, she looked from a distance and saw a young man sitting cross-legged in the frozen lotus pavilion.

The young man was wearing a very ordinary Taoist robe, his face was like a crown of jade, looking forward to radiate brilliance, but under the moonlight, he looked extraordinarily dusty.

She was stunned for a moment, and a flash of surprise flashed in Wanwan's eyes.

However, when she saw the khaki pearl the size of an egg floating in front of the young man, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

Evil Emperor Shelly!

As a saint of the Demon Sect, how could she not recognize the Demon Sect's sacred objects?

No wonder the aura of Tian Mo Ce fluctuates in the palace, and it turns out to be the Evil Emperor's relic.

For a moment, Wanwan's eyes were filled with hotness and greed, she stepped on her jade feet, and the white silk ribbon whizzed out, heading straight for the evil emperor Sari.

However, just as her silk ribbon swept into the lotus pavilion, a sharp breath enveloped her.

"puff--"

The terrifying breath poured down, making her feel as if struck by lightning, her internal organs shifted instantly, a mouthful of blood spewed from her pink lips, and she fell into the lotus pond as soon as her eyes darkened.

The lotus pond had long been frozen by the millennium-year-old ice, and she, who was already seriously injured, just fell down like this, either dead or maimed.

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