Chapter 95

Outside an unknown town, Chen Ming looks at the unknown city in front of him and stops slightly.

Sensing the deep breath ahead, Chen Ming knows. Although it seems that there is no ancestral God stationed here, in fact, it is shrouded in a series of profound Qi machines from time to time.

It's a kind of solid force in the field. It's a unique force after promotion to level 5. It's powerful and detached. If the criterion for entering level 4 is to go deep into the essence of a certain force and evolve it into an illusory field, then level 5 can turn the field into a real force. To some extent, it really has the power to resist the oppression of one side of the world. It is in the middle of the field. Although it is still in the world, it is implicitly detached and affects the world with itself as the core, It is the sign of the existence of the five levels.

Although the power of this field shrouded over the city in front of me is very weak, it is actually connected with the main body and affects the whole body. As long as Chen Ming dares to go up directly like this, he is guaranteed to be discovered immediately. At that time, a big war will be inevitable.

Chen Ming turned around and looked around. In front of the caravan, a large group of people followed. Among them, a thin, dark young man looked thin and seemed to be the labor recruited on the road.

Seeing the young man, Chen Ming's mind moved, turned into a divine light and disappeared.

In the next moment, the young man was stunned. In his dark pupils, a little gold was gradually emerging, but it disappeared in a twinkling of an eye, which seemed very strange.

"What's the matter with you? Hurry up!" at the moment when he was stunned, behind him, a tall middle-aged man said to him impatiently.

Hearing what he said, Chen Ming looked back at him.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man was surprised, and a sense of horror came out of his heart, with bursts of coolness, vaguely mixed with a real sense of fear, which made him want to run away.

But the next moment, like an illusion, this feeling disappears.

"Was that an illusion?" the man's mind flashed the idea, but his head instinctively lowered, and some didn't dare to look at Chen Ming's face.

Seeing this, Chen Ming turned back and walked forward quietly.

At the gate, there were soldiers specially guarding the caravans. However, there is no phenomenon of taking bribes to enter the city. Each one looks very heroic. The armor on his body is clean and with a little killing spirit, which makes people know that he is elite at a glance.

Seeing these people, Chen Ming was slightly surprised and looked sideways.

The owner of the caravan approached with a smile on his face. After a while, the whole caravan was released.

At the moment of entering the city gate, in Chen Ming's body, the divine power suddenly shrank, gradually covered up under the original breath of the flesh, and gradually covered up his own breath. At the same time, all the power fluctuations in his body stopped, and the whole looked like an ordinary mortal.

Under these measures, the breath originally shrouded in the city fluctuated slightly, but finally returned to calm. He failed to catch the Qi machine, and Chen Ming successfully hid it.

"However, if you want to ensure that you are not found, you can't use divine power, but only those forces that won't attract attention."

Sensing the ubiquitous Qi around him, Chen Ming thought so, and his thoughts fluctuated slowly.

"However, this body is really weak."

He frowned slightly, very helpless.

After a while, when the caravan moved to a place and the handover was completed, he slowly walked out.

Entering the city, scenes began to show.

Different from the elite of the garrison, the public security and people's livelihood of the city are unexpectedly poor. The streets are densely covered with hurried pedestrians. In a faint way, thieves are raging in them. In the dark corners, there are a little blood and groans and screams, which are creepy.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming shook his head and had a deeper understanding of Hindley's King Barrett.

This man is cruel and murderous in nature. He is keen on fighting and army, but despises other things.

This kind of person may look wise and powerful, but in fact, he is a war maniac. Originally, under normal circumstances, as long as it can sustain its continuous offensive, there are countless other methods, soft grinding and hard bubble, slowly killing its destiny between cutting the sun and the moon, and finally completely obliterating it.

However, in this world full of killing machines, this kind of person has an advantage and can be favored by the world consciousness.

Chen Ming walked silently to a street. On the street, a little blood has not dried up, and a little debris has not been cleaned up. He doesn't know when it was left by the battle.

Around the street, there are several residual places where businessmen crisscross.

"Guest, would you like to come here to see my collection!" a rough and crazy voice came from in front of me.

It was a big, big man. He watched Chen Ming come here and shouted.

Chen Ming looked up and looked ahead: "what do you want to sell?"

There was a big table in front of the big man. It was full of fragments, including broken shields and intact spears. It looked chaotic.

Hearing what Chen Ming said, the big man smiled, and the laughter shook around like thunder.

"Come on, guest, look at this."

He enthusiastically said to Chen Ming, "if you are a lone adventurer or a young man who wants to join the army, you must need this spear and shield collected from the battlefield!"

"Look at this again. The hand bones of dempsgal and the iron crown of gulaoslin are all items of great commemoration! There must be nothing wrong with buying them back as a collection!"

Chen Ming looked at his wooden table and shook his head slightly.

From his divine perspective, we can naturally see that almost 90% of the things on the table are fake, or there is a quality problem, and only the remaining 10% is still intact.

However, when he saw a simple and dark wooden card, he was slightly stunned and felt something unusual from it.

It was something similar to the ancestral God, with a bloody and mysterious smell, with a faint ominous smell.

Seeing Chen Ming looking at the wooden plate, the big man was slightly happy and said, "the guest is really good!"

"It is said that this brand is the residue left after the ancestral God sacrifice of a city-state was ordered to be destroyed. Although it is broken, it is said that it has some power of the ancestral God and can protect the owner. It is also a very collectible thing!"

Listening to this statement, Chen Ming smiled slightly, but not in his heart: "sheltered? I make complaints about it."

From this wooden plate, he clearly felt the remnants of the bloody power unique to the ancestral God, with some resentment. If ordinary people carry it with them for a long time, they will be contaminated by its power sooner or later, and finally find a series of unknown.

"How do you sell this?" he asked directly, not bothering to reply, without hiding the meaning.

After paying the bill, Chen Ming directly picked up the wooden card and walked to another corner. As for the money used to pay the bill, it was contributed by the friendship of some thieves in the city.

In the dark, with the slightest fluctuation, a little blood red power is slowly extracted from the wooden card and absorbed into Chen Ming's body.