Although the coldness in the painting makes Lu Changsheng very comfortable, it cannot change the fate of the ghost to continue to burn. At most, it can make him die a little more comfortably. This is what Lu Changsheng feels.
"Are we really going to die here?" Lu Changsheng was unwilling to give in. He was very unwilling to give in. He was definitely not willing to die here like this.
"I hate this fate!" Lu Changsheng roared. If anyone were here at this time, they would only see a burning figure suspended in the air.
Although he was roaring, he looked so humble under the sun.
"Hate will destroy this fate!" A voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness, which shocked him and he woke up instantly.
"Hate will destroy this fate?" Suddenly, Lu Changsheng suddenly understood something. Isn't this the power of the woman in the painting?
If the common people stand in the way, then they will be killed!
If Yama blocks it, then I will kill Yama!
If the gods and demons block it, then kill the gods and demons!
If fate blocks it, then kill it!
When Lu Changsheng understood this trend, he felt a terrifying sense of oppression, which made Xiao Hei in the Yin Corpse Flag tremble: "What kind of trend is this? Even fate will be chopped into pieces!!!"
"Kill...live...hundred...thousand...sword!"
As if answering his question, five words suddenly came out from the painting, stiff and cold. Every time he uttered a word, Xiao Hei trembled, and in the end he hid directly in the deepest part of the Infernal Banner. Here,
Under this situation, it can't produce any resistance, and every ray of ghost energy in its body is trembling, reaching its core origin.
Lu Changsheng was also frightened by the voice and trembled all over. What spread over his body was a terrible coldness. At this time, a woman suddenly appeared in his consciousness. This woman stood proudly under the scorching sun with a sword in hand.
It seemed that the sun in the sky seemed dim under her momentum.
Lu Changsheng had a feeling that if the sword in this woman's hand was swung, even the sun would be shattered.
At this moment, he finally understood what the power of chopping fate was. Lu Changsheng couldn't help but follow the voice in the painting and murmured: "Killing a hundred thousand swords!!! Why is it so familiar?"
When the woman turned around, a familiar and delicate face appeared in front of Lu Changsheng. At that moment, he was stunned and involuntarily reached out to touch the woman's face: "Qingxue!!!"
This woman with a cold face is none other than Murong Qingxue, but she is dressed in ancient costume and holding a killing sword, as if she can chop living beings into pieces.
When his fingertips touched the woman's face, the woman instantly turned into nothingness, and the painting fell into the ghost hands of Lu Changsheng. He trembled: "No...this is not Qingxue, this is the painting."
Woman! But why am I so sad? Why can’t I touch your face..."
"Master, wake up quickly and turn the lake to save your thoughts!" At this moment, Xiao Hei's voice came again.
"Well..." Lu Changsheng suddenly woke up, "It's actually a demon!"
When Lu Changsheng looked at his ghost, he was stunned. At this time, the ghost was only a golden color the size of his thumb. He quickly ran the lake thought map, and the billowing golden thoughts came out of the lake and re-formed his body.
Shi Lu Changsheng's ghost completely turned into gold.
The Yin soul finally transformed into the Yang soul.
"Killing a hundred thousand swords!" Lu Changsheng's Yang Soul stood in the sun. At this time, the sunlight not only could not cause harm to him, but also became his nourishment. It was continuously absorbed by the lake in the center of the Yang Soul and transformed continuously.
For thoughts.
When he fell into the void and returned to his body, he opened his eyes. Looking at the painting in front of him and the woman in the painting, he felt an inexplicable sadness.
"Why am I so sad? Are you like Qingxue?" Lu Changsheng asked stupidly. He just thought that the appearance of the woman was a demonic obstacle in the process of transforming the Yin soul into the Yang soul.
But when he thought of the woman's voice, Lu Changsheng realized that it was not a demonic obstacle. If it weren't for the help of the woman in the painting, he would probably be out of his mind now.
"Master, the person in the painting is just an idea, not real, but she must have a lot to do with Murong Qingxue." Xiao Hei suddenly reminded.
"Yeah!" Lu Changsheng was shocked. He suddenly understood why he felt the woman's voice was so familiar to him, because Murong Qingxue was like that. His words were very blunt, which sometimes made people feel uncomfortable, and the previous Murong Qingxue
It doesn't seem that cold.
At least she would smile sometimes, but Lu Changsheng found that the more he interacted with her, the more cold he found her.
Lu Changsheng could feel that this was not an act. On the contrary, that was Murong Qingxue's true side. She was blunt, cold, and ignorant of the ways of the world. This side of her was only shown in front of Lu Changsheng, but in the coldness, Lu Changsheng
You can feel the warmth.
When he looked at this painting again, the sadness in Lu Changsheng's heart disappeared, and the lake was spinning. However, Lu Changsheng found that he was so weak at this time.
If either Butler Liu or Gu Ming came over now, they would be able to kill him, but he found that a substantial lake was formed in the center of his ghost, which was very similar to the lake he deliberately created, but
On the contrary, this lake is golden.
As the lake rotates again and again, Lu Changsheng's mind is slowly recovering. This speed is much faster than the weakness described by Xiao Hei. Obviously, his Yang Soul does not need to be warmed in the body for five months.
, at this speed it only takes more than a month.
Although the newly transformed Yang Soul was very weak, he did not feel tired, and his body was not affected.
"Whether you are Qingxue or someone else, thank you." Lu Changsheng looked at the painting in his hand, and then put it into the gourd.
After he put away the painting, Xiao Hei's voice came out: "Master, the Hundred Thousand Sword Killing Sword just now is a kind of martial arts, a very terrifying martial skill, whether it is your current Yang Soul or your body, it can be used
It is used, but it should be difficult to practice. If you can take advantage of it, it will be very terrifying to use it."
Lu Changsheng nodded. He felt the horror of that situation firsthand. If the woman wasn't hostile to him, I'm afraid his untransformed Yang Soul would collapse under that situation.
In the past, Lu Changsheng thought that power was the psychology of suppressing the enemy, but now he found that he was wrong. If power was that strong, it could cause substantial damage.
But Lu Changsheng is also self-aware. He cannot deliberately create that kind of momentum, and it is impossible for him to imitate the opponent's momentum. What belongs to others will always belong to others.
What he needs to develop is his own potential.
"That's definitely not a Cunsi picture, right?" Lu Changsheng suddenly asked as he walked down the mountain.
"It's a Cun Si Picture, but there are many kinds of Cun Si Pictures. For example, Master, the Lake Cun Si Picture you practice is a basic Cun Si Picture, which will make your Yang Soul very stable, and this painting depicts
It is an artistic conception that allows future generations to imitate and cultivate their souls." Xiao Hei explained, "In comparison, the master's lake preservation picture is more precious."
"That's right." Lu Changsheng nodded.
After returning to the rental house and thinking about it for a few days, Lu Changsheng went to the company and explained some things. Just as Lu Changsheng was about to leave, Zhou Xingxing called.
"Hey, where have you been? Are you avoiding us because you don't want us to go to your house?" Zhou Xingxing's questioning voice came.
"Go and deal with some things. Where are you now?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"Xiao Dezi and I have packed our bags a long time ago, and we're just waiting for you." Zhou Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"Company." Just as Lu Changsheng finished speaking, Zhou Xingxing hung up the phone before he could continue.
After a while, a Land Rover drove to the door of the company, the window opened, Zhou Xingxing's head stretched out from the driver's seat and said: "Get in the car."
Lu Changsheng was stunned and said with a doubtful look on his face: "Can you drive?"
As he said that, he looked at Zhong Youde in the back seat, only to hear Zhong Youde said lazily: "If you sit in his car, you must give your life to him first."
"You ****, am I so tall, rich and handsome?" Zhou Xingxing said.
But both of them looked unbelieving, and Zhou Xingxing could only explain: "I knew how to drive when I was twelve years old. My dad taught me. He said that if you want to do business, you must be able to drive, not for anything else, just for the sake of familiarity."
That feeling of control, it's just that my dad never let me drive the car to school."
Lu Changsheng now had some confidence in him, and after getting in the car, he said: "Go to school."
"School?" Zhou Xingxing looked strange, "Murong Qingxue is not here, why are you going to school?"
As soon as Zhou Xingxing finished speaking, he was glared at by Zhong Youde, who was obviously scolding him for not opening or lifting a certain pot. Zhou Xingxing could only smile awkwardly.
When Lu Changsheng arrived, he looked unconcerned: "Go pick up the female doctor."
"Female doctor?" Zhou Xingxing immediately became excited, "You mean Ning Weiwei?"
"Yes, since you are all going, then I will invite her to go with me." Lu Changsheng said calmly.
"I think you invited us by the way, maybe the real purpose is to invite her." Zhong Youde revealed the secret.
Zhou Xingxing stepped on the brakes, looked at Lu Changsheng in the passenger seat and said, "Get off!"
"What are you doing?"
"Sit in the back and give me the co-pilot to my goddess."
Helpless, Lu Changsheng could only sit in the back and sit with Zhong Youde muttering, but Zhong Youde looked at Zhou Xingxing and sighed.
When we arrived at the school gate, Ning Weiwei was waiting at the gate. She was carrying a small bag and wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, but she looked different.
Despite this, the white T-shirt did not cover up the pair of murderous weapons on her chest, but instead highlighted the fullness and solidity of her chest.
When Zhou Xingxing saw Ning Weiwei, he no longer looked tall, rich and handsome. He got out of the car and walked to him, nodding and bending to carry Ning Weiwei's bag.
But Ning Weiwei smiled and refused. Zhou Xingxing originally wanted Ning Weiwei to sit in the passenger seat, but unexpectedly Ning Weiwei walked up to the Land Rover, opened the back seat door, and looked at Zhong Youde with a smile.
The wise Zhong Youde understood and got out of the back seat and got directly into the co-pilot, while Ning Weiwei sat in the back seat, making Zhou Xingxing's eyes sparkle.
"What are you doing standing around, you are so rich and handsome, why don't you drive quickly?" Zhong Youde leaned comfortably on the seat and reminded with squinted eyes.