Immortality: My Spell Upgrades Infinitely

Fortunately, he was in the execution hall.

If you were in the outside world, no matter how resentful you were, you could be killed by sunlight in the blink of an eye. Even so, you could only hold on for one night at most, waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.

It still has to dissipate.

Unless you can be promoted to a wraith overnight.

"Mage, my condolences!"

Lu Chen tried to say hello, but the other person looked at the pile of corpses in front of him and said nothing.

"Cough~"

Lu Chen coughed dryly and asked:

"Mage, do you want to live or die?"

Master Benming finally came to his senses. He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to stay awake, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You can you see me?"

"It's hard?"

Lu Chen touched his nose and said with a smile:

"Now is not the time to observe silence. The opportunity is before you. It depends on whether you can grasp it, Master."

Lu Chen held his head high, as if I am your chance.

"Opportunity?"

Master Benming shook his head vigorously, as if he was crazy, and said in a hateful voice: "For me, this resentment is enough, no need for chance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, black mist began to billow from its body.

His eyes gradually turned scarlet, his skinny body gradually swelled, horns grew on his head, scales grew on his face, and his mouth was full of fangs. He suddenly transformed from a resentful soul into a resentful spirit, and black smoke billowed from his body. A foot-long stream of blood shot out of his eyes.

Breathtaking.

Terrible and terrifying!

Except for that cassock, he no longer looked like the Great Master Ben Ming.

Although they are similar to Meng Yao, they are completely different.

Meng Yao lay on Lu Chen's head, stretched out her pink tongue, licked her mouth, and murmured:

"It smells even better~"

Ben Ming turned to look at Lu Chen, his voice was dull and gloomy, full of oppression:

"Now, what other opportunities can you give me?"

"I have a copy of the Dark Water Art, and I want to replace it with the spiritual eyes you cultivated during your lifetime."

"Spiritual Eye? No, that is the inherited magic weapon of Kuchan Temple, the 'Six-Eyed Bodhi Seed'. It's hateful. It's so hateful that it was poached by Huang Mei'er. Huang Mei'er, you evil deed! King Kong and Ghost Devourer, Jie Jie Jie~"

"Huang Mei'er, you evildoer!!"

Ben Ming gritted his teeth and looked like he was going crazy. His thoughts were getting more and more confused, as if a monster born of resentment was on the verge of losing control.

"Stop shouting and give me someone else."

At this point, Lu Chen suddenly stopped and stepped back.

"Brush~"

Ben Ming seemed to have realized something. He suddenly turned around and looked behind him. He saw a small bald head behind him. His head was lowered and motionless. It was Huang Meier who had gone and returned. Somehow, he got rid of Master Baoshu.

"Yellow eyebrow!!!"

"Ah~~~~"

Ben Ming was still roaring, Huang Mei'er suddenly raised his head, rushed to Ben Ming, opened his mouth and bit him. There were sharp and dense teeth in his mouth, and the bite made the opponent scream miserably.

No matter how hard it struggled, it was useless. It used its last breath of resentment to issue a vicious curse:

"Curse you, curse you, curse you because of the incompetence of heaven, curse you for having no face or eyes."

"No face and no eyes~"

"No face and no eyes~"

The vicious echo was still echoing. The originally ferocious and terrifying resentful spirit had been eaten up by Huang Mei'er. He burped and said with a naive smile:

"Why are you running?"

As he spoke, his small body flashed and he quickly chased after Lu Chen who was retreating.

Lu Chen suddenly stopped, holding the mahogany sword in his hand ready for use. A blood-red hilt appeared out of thin air on his back. In an instant, an invisible murderous intention appeared, and the irritated yellow eyebrows stood on end as he somersaulted and flew backwards.

He also used his hands and feet to rush over quickly.

"Canglang~"

Yanming's sword was half an inch out of its sheath, and Huang Meier flew upside down again.

After repeating this three times, Huang Meier finally stopped testing. With a "bang", he smashed the window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Brother~"

Meng Yao huddled in Lu Chen's long hair, with only his little head exposed, and his face turned pale with fright, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

The hilt of the knife on Lu Chen's back gradually disappeared, and he comforted:

"Yao Yao is not afraid, my brother is here."

"Hmm~"

Meng Yao nodded vigorously, finally relaxed a little, stretched out his little hand, and helped Lu Chen wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Could it be that King Kong and Ghost Devour are twin talents??"

Lu Chen was thoughtful and murmured: "This yellow eyebrow looks like he is hunting, he is really a strange person."

Then he stopped staying and took Meng Yao away from the Kuchan Temple where there was no one alive. He covered his face with a cloth and walked on the familiar streets of Fengxian Town, looking in a trance.

Walking through the Red Mansion Garden.

Walk through the Zhenbing Mansion.

Walking through Changchun Temple.

Finally stopping in front of a noodle stall, Meng Yao twitched her little nose and licked her mouth:

"Brother, the noodle soup is so delicious~"

"Um."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Old man, let's have a bowl of noodle soup with mutton."

"Okay~"

The stall owner yelled and started to move quickly. In a short while, a full bowl was filled with more than a dozen pieces of fresh mutton.

There were people coming and going all around.

Lu Chen sat down on a low stool, drinking the same bowl of noodle soup with Meng Yao. Meng Yao sucked on a stick of noodles, looking around with his big eyes, and suddenly pointed to the distance with his little hand and said vaguely:

"Guo Guo, look, the big bald head is there."

Lu Chen turned his head and looked around, smiling immediately. He saw Master Baoshu standing in front of a blacksmith shop, arguing with someone about something. He allowed the other party to drive him away, but refused to leave.

Lu Chen was not in a hurry and drank noodle soup slowly with Meng Yao.

"You bastard Yuan thief, draw up your plans carefully!"

"Don't catch me, let go!"

There was a commotion on the street, and before anyone knew what happened, the person was captured by a group of Fengjia soldiers who suddenly arrived.

"This world, alas~"

"Bang bang~"

The stall owner took a break from his busy work and smoked a dry pipe twice on the table leg. He sighed and continued smoking.

The eyes reveal the vicissitudes of life.

His face was dull.

Lu Chen paused his chopsticks and asked:

"Old man, how are you doing lately?"

The old man didn't recognize the regular customer in front of him and sighed:

"Not as good as before!"

"What happened just now?"

"Robbing women by force. There is a bad coward named Yuan Guangyin living in the city lord's mansion, who specializes in robbing women. I heard that he is the city lord's nephew. He and Mr. Zhao are called "two evils". Don't say anything about the bad things you have done, and you are not allowed to do so. People curse a few words, but if this person is arrested, he may not be able to come out alive."

While the two were talking, another burst of noise came from the distance.

"Step aside!"

"Doudou, run quickly, ah~"

"Wow~"

"叏lvlv~"

Lu Chen turned around and saw a group of cavalry galloping down the street. The people were running away in panic. A little boy was unable to dodge and was trampled to death by a strong horse. The scene was extremely bloody. The leader was a woman disguised as a man. The heroic woman didn't even blink when she faced the corpse.

The horse passed by with whip raised.

Lu Chen frowned deeply and asked, "Which Bodhisattva is this?"

"Alas~"

The stall owner let out a long sigh and gritted his teeth and said, "Yuan Jinfeng, the city lord's biological daughter, may have the appearance of a Bodhisattva, but she has a heart of snakes and scorpions. Just yesterday, she whipped two half-year-old children to death in the street for looking at her too much."

"Yuan Baixi's daughter?"

Lu Chen murmured, flicked his fingers, and the sword star in his hand flew away quickly.

"Xu~"

"叏lvlv~"

Yuan Jinfeng suddenly reined in his horse, immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist, and turned around to chop him with his sword.

"Ding~"

With a piercing cry, the attacking sword star shot backwards. Yuan Jinfeng frowned and shouted:

"Stop, find the person who drew the sword."

"Pfft~"

Another sword star struck from the side and passed through the head, splashing blood and causing a corpse to fall.

"Plop~"

"Alert, enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

"叏lvlv~"

Following Yuan Jinfeng's death, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Lu Chen drank the noodle soup from the bottom of the bowl in one gulp, quietly took back the two sword stars, and said with a smile:

"Relax, Yaoyao, it's time for us to go."

"Hmm~"

Meng Yao sucked the noodles into his mouth and sat on Lu Chen's shoulder. Lu Chen left a few pieces of silver behind, ignored the noisy crowd around him, and walked straight to the blacksmith shop in the distance.