As the evening approached, the traffic on Jinghan Avenue did not decrease at all, and the dense traffic of cars staggered past each other, forming an orange-gray silk in the dim light, and the pedestrians on the street were hurrying.

Ling Chenxuan stood on the roof of the Ying An Building, carrying a one-shoulder club bag.

The cold wind howled, the trench coat fluttered and danced, and he stood furthest from the crowd, as if he were standing outside the world.

Nearly eight hours had passed since contact with Luo Fan, and according to the stipulated time, the target would appear in less than an hour, and the location was Jinghan Avenue, which was characterized by riding a heavy locomotive.

The appearance of such a locomotive here is like a tadpole suddenly appearing in a huge fish tank, and it is impossible to attract anyone's attention at all if it is not known in advance.

The minutes ticked by, and the traffic beneath my feet was surging like a tide.

In the countless streets and alleys in the distance, the neon lights of the Milky Way are lit up one after another, the horizon gradually becomes blurred under the polishing of the high beam, and the pedestrians looking down from above are like ants, and the city is strange and noisy at this moment.

Ling Chenxuan silently stared at this jewel-like city, the lights of thousands of homes reflected in his pupils, like a dull sea.

No one noticed, the hunter was waiting for his prey.

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At 7:11 p.m., traffic entered a brief small low peak.

Ling Chenxuan slowly took a deep breath, causing the blood in his body to flow faster, the heartbeat rate rose in an instant, and the rapidly proliferating cells in the blood burst out with endless energy and vitality, flowing like a tide of blood vessels.

The ancients said that "qi is yang, blood is yin", and "qi" is usually transpiring upward, but for exorcists with yang blood constitution, the meaning of "qi" has changed from "transpiration of water" to "the flow of blood".

Ling Chenxuan's physical fitness had a qualitative change in just a moment, the purified yang blood was surging in the blood vessels like a river after a glacier thawed, every cell in the body was breathing and growing recklessly, and the pure, blazing yang blood was transmitted throughout the body along the muscles and meridians.

The exorcist's real weapons are not long knives and spirit runes, but the sleeping yang blood in his body. Any exorcist who activates his own yang blood, all aspects of his body's functions will be raised to an incredible height by yang blood, and the exorcist at this time can no longer be simply regarded as a "person", but a monster similar to a ghost.

They were the sharpest swords in their own right, and now the swords were unsheathed and flashed with sharpness.

Ling Chenxuan closed his eyes gently, his senses were infinitely magnified in the silence, and the whole world suddenly became extremely clear, and any slight movement that came into his ears turned into the roar of war drums.

After activating the Yang Blood, his perception increased exponentially, feeling the abilities coming from all directions, Ling Chenxuan at this moment was like a high-frequency induction radar, detecting every fluctuation in the city.

The perception of an exorcist is similar to that of a normal person's sixth sense, and the strength of the perception represents the strength or weakness of the exorcist's yang blood constitution, usually if the higher the concentration of yang blood in a person's normal blood, then the better the exorcist's yang blood constitution.

Ling Chenxuan's Yang Blood Physique couldn't be considered very good, but now that he was at the commanding heights, he could easily sense the existence of the Lost nearby, he was like this when he was in the rainy alley before, and then he used the Spirit Controlling Knife to penetrate the heart of that ghost.

With Ling Chenxuan as the center, the Yang Energy Magnetic Field spread in all directions, as if an invisible atomic bomb had been detonated, and his induction field expanded at an astonishing speed, quickly covering a large area around him.

The air was so clear that I couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of nearby abilities.

Ling Chenxuan opened his eyes and looked down at his feet in confusion, the estimated time had passed, but the target did not appear.

This task is related to the resurrection of the king general, and there is no room for the slightest mistake, but he does not even have an accurate place to carry it out.

Sighing softly in his heart, he had no intention of leaving.

He closed his eyes again.

Nearly five minutes later, a sharp vibration suddenly sounded in the quiet air, like a silver needle piercing his nerves, and he quickly looked in the direction of his perception, his eyes full of surging traffic.

But he was well aware that there were Lost people entering his realm of perception. Like a flying insect breaking into an invisible net, the net was quickly retracted under his will, firmly locking on to its prey.

Yin and Yang have been mutually reinforcing each other since ancient times, and the two do not tolerate fire and water, and the Xuan Ring made of the mixture of lead and mercury belonging to the Yin can sense the nearby Yang energy magnetic field, and conversely, exorcists with Yang blood physique can naturally easily perceive the nearby Lost, they are natural hunters, and they are ruthless when they encounter ghosts.

Ling Chenxuan, who activated the yang blood, had far more vision and hearing than ordinary people, and soon he found the black heavy locomotive mixed in the traffic tide, the ghost driving the locomotive wore a helmet and carried an iron box and leaned forward, the double-hole engine emitted a piercing roar, and the high-speed heavy locomotive was like a pitch-black phantom, passing through the gap between the cars on both sides at high speed.

The locomotive almost arrived directly below Ling Chenxuan in the blink of an eye.

Ling Chenxuan's body suddenly tensed, yang blood surging in his body, he ran sideways, reached the edge of the roof in just a few seconds, and then jumped and landed on the top of another high-rise building more than ten meters away, his body drawing a dark arc in mid-air.

The moment he landed, he pressed his palms to the ground, took a deep breath, and continued to get up and run wildly, his figure almost merging with the air, leaving only a dark gray afterimage.

If it were a normal person, just now at that height and distance, he would have been shocked by the brutal impact and fractured his whole body, but at this moment, Ling Chenxuan was in an absolute state of battle, his musculoskeletal body was strengthened by yang blood as solid as a rock, and his body strength was enough to withstand the head-on impact of a high-speed car.

His figure leaped from tall building to high, like a cool runner through the steel jungle, the speed was on par with the locomotive on the road! A steady stream of energy flowed through the blood and returned to the heart to compensate for the astonishing consumption of his physical strength, and his agility and explosiveness were raised to the peak, like a lion galloping in the endless grassland.

No one is lucky enough to see a young man in a dark grey trench coat and a one-shoulder tennis bag flashing between high-rise buildings at high speed, falling from a high altitude and falling into a pie if he is not careful. The relative height difference between some of the tall buildings was even more than 20 meters, but he ran wildly on the rooftops with actions that even the most awesome cool runner would never have been able to do.

And even more exaggerated...... He actually went hand in hand with a heavy locomotive traveling at high speed!

I don't know and think this is the filming site of the "Superman" series of movies.

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The road under his feet was more thrilling than he imagined, although there were many tall buildings here, some of them were too far apart to jump over, and he had to find a way forward in the shortest possible reaction time. Once, when he stepped on the bellows on the edge of a tall building, the bellows, which was badly aged, shook violently and broke away from the wall the moment he jumped with his strength...... Just 0.5 seconds slower, and he'll fall from an eighteen-story building with the bellows.

Yang blood was surging violently in his body, and Ling Chenxuan's heartbeat rate had reached the limit of ordinary people, and it was still rising.

The speed of the heavy locomotive began to decrease, and there was a fork in front of it.

Ling Chenxuan's eyes burst with a cold glint, if the target turned sharply at the fork, this pursuit would inevitably fail.

He unzipped his club bag with his backhand, and the long knife was unsheathed, and the silver light slashed through the darkness like a bolt of lightning.

Spirit Sword: Hongming. The exorcist's main melee weapon, the moment the blade is unsheathed, the blade emits a shocking hum, like a thunderbolt roaring in the clouds.

Ling Chenxuan quickly rotated the hilt, the blade turned sharply into a circle, and at the same time, he jumped in an instant, his whole body smashed into an abandoned small building not far away like a falling meteor, the narrow blade of the knife was embedded in the concrete wall mixed with steel with extreme sharpness, and the long knife slashed through the wall unstoppably under the huge force of inertia, and the broken stones fell in a torrent, dragging him close to the ground.

The blade of the knife glowed with a bright flush under the sharp friction, and Ling Chenxuan felt that the hilt in his palm was also starting to heat up. He stomped his foot against the wall, trying to keep his balance.

The originally smooth wall was cut by a long knife with a narrow oblique incision, and the trajectory of the blade was smooth and hideous, and the small building seemed to have been cracked by an earthquake, and it was like a shocking scar.

In just a few seconds, Ling Chenxuan completed a sharp descent with an explosive degree of difficulty, his feet touched the ground, he looked around, fortunately the landing place was relatively remote, and there was no one near this abandoned small building.

The long knife retracted its scabbard, and he hurried out onto the street, continuing to lock on to his target for the next round of pursuit.

But the target stopped at some point, and stopped completely.

Ling Chenxuan retracted the yang blood in his body, and the surging power in his body disappeared silently. A couple walked past him, and the endless street was brightly lit, and neon lights and billboards formed an intertwined web, colorful and real, gently holding him in.

He is like an invisible ghost blending into the passers-by, and occasionally someone looks at him in surprise, thinking that he is cosplaying some unpopular anime character. But the deep, night-like coldness of the young man made him feel like he was at one with the night, and even on the crowded streets, it seemed quite out of place.

It's like an American agent parachuted into the bazaar, and no one will approach such a guy, because there is a high probability that he will pull out an M9 semi-automatic pistol from his waist.

Therefore, the people who came towards Ling Chenxuan in the opposite direction all bypassed him, intentionally or unintentionally, and he stood there quietly, like a black reef protruding from a turbulent river, dividing the flowing water rushing towards it.

The heavy locomotive not far from him stopped on the side of the road, the engine was still roaring low, and the lost man driving the locomotive took off his helmet.

It was a young man in his early twenties, with black hair a little messy, white cheeks, and a little handsome, so only a young and handsome young man would drive a powerful heavy motorcycle on Jinghan Avenue.

The Lost Man looked completely indistinguishable, wearing an old coffee-colored jacket and long light blue jeans, carrying a plain white backpack, and the only thing that stood out was that he was holding a silver suitcase in his hand at all times.

And that suitcase contained the enchantment that Luo Fan had been chasing for three days, one of the top ten holy relics in the underworld, which could resurrect one of the ten king generals, and the resurrection of any one of the king generals would set off a storm that was difficult to contain, no...... It's bloody!

Thousands of years before the creation of enchanted objects, there is no clear record of how these enchantments were left around the world. Since ancient times, exorcists and lost people have fought endlessly, and there have been several records of kings being resurrected, but they have all fallen one by one under the extremely difficult confrontation and crusade of the exorcists.

Enchanted monsters are the only container that carries the soul of the king, and every time the king's soul falls, as long as their soul does not die, it will return to the container that accepts their soul, falling into endless silence...... And wait for the next return.

Exorcists have had a rule since ancient times that any exorcist must be alone when slaying demons, they are a symbol of loneliness, and their long knives wield arcs of light with endless loneliness to slash at their ultimate fate. This rule has been passed down for thousands of years and continues to this day.

But as soon as any king is resurrected in any corner of the world, this unwritten rule will be broken in an instant, and the exorcists must unite against the supreme and even the rulers of the underworld.

There are a total of ten enchanted artifacts in the world, seven of which are unknown, and the exorcists have only snatched three of them, which have been sealed in the headquarters of the Dao League, which is located in an unknown corner of China.

The enchantment cannot be destroyed because it carries the soul of the king, which is rich and turbulent, deadly and intense, with a thousand years of anger and curse, it is indestructible, symbolizing death and return, and an unshakable fate.

Therefore, the kings are thus endowed with near-eternal life, they sleep on the edge of the boundless darkness, never to be destroyed, and they live and die with the enchanted.

Now, it is suspected that the fourth enchantment is less than a hundred meters away from Ling Chenxuan.

Ling Chenxuan clenched his fists silently, his finger bones gurgling.