After a few more hours, it seemed that the sky outside was about to dawn, and Chen An extracted a tube of strange solution from the plasma in front of him. This solution is relatively viscous, with a pale cyan turbidity inside, and a little green light spots diffuse and fade in it, with a little lightness.

Chen An frowned, a little bit didn't understand the effect of this solution.

Speaking of which, martial arts are inherited from the ancient demon gods after all. Therefore, whether it is the Great Cadre Office, or the Donglai Martial Academy, or even the mysterious Ink Palace, there is a certain amount of research on the inheritance of bloodlines.

Although everyone's research direction is different, they have a common understanding, that is, the so-called bloodline inheritance, its essence is not bloodline, bloodline is just a carrier, the real inheritance factor lies in a piece of encoded information hidden in the bloodline. That's the foundation that determines a bloodline inheritance.

But what does the tube solution in front of you represent?

Chen An yawned unnaturally as he pondered.

He is now mortal, tired, sleepy, and hungry.

However, although he did not practice True Qi, the exercise during this period of time greatly increased his tolerance, and he felt that his body could withstand it, so he was not ready to stop.

Instead, with a wave of his hand, the mist receded, revealing a polished mirror that revealed a bright room.

In front of the window of the room is a tidy desk, and the bookshelf next to the desk is full of all kinds of novels, biographies, and world classics. On the other side of the room against the wall, there was a single bed with a width of one meter and a half, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a mediocre appearance was sleeping on the bed, and a purple crystal pendant around his neck was releasing a dim light.

This is Chen Xu's room, and what is asleep on the bed is the phantom created by Chen An using illusions.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, and Chen Zhang's voice in the distance couldn't help but come in: "What are you doing, how hard he has been working outside, he can finally sleep lazily today, you just let him sleep." ”

Lin Wan lowered his voice and said impatiently: "I know." ”

Then she crept in, skipped the bed, and walked straight to the desk, leaning over to her feet and reaching out to draw the curtains to block out the bright sunlight. Then, she crept out again, and when she was about to go out, she looked at her son, who was still asleep, and there was a hint of relief on her face, so she carefully closed the door.

In the ethereal spirit space, Chen An, who witnessed this scene, had a somewhat complicated expression, and it took a while to restrain his emotions and continue to focus on the things in front of him.

After putting away the bottle of solution first, Chen An looked at a tray next to the operating table, which contained some things left over from the white shirt, and the black windbreaker was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to collect it.

The pile included a wallet full of cards and more than 3,000 yuan in cash, a blue fountain pen, a lighter with exquisite workmanship, a yellowed white page, and a pack of half-smoked cigarettes.

Among them, there was no problem with the wallet, lighter, and cigarette, only the blue fountain pen and the yellowed white paper attracted Chen An's attention.

He picked up the former, took off the cap of his pen, and opened it to the front, pressing a hidden bracket on it.

"Whew!"

A flash of white light pierced through the purple mist, and I don't know where it went.

This thing is actually a powerful hidden weapon, its power and firing strength are not ordinary warriors can dodge, resist, if this guy and the black trench coat fight, use this, each ending may be written upside down.

It's a pity that there has never been an if in this world, and you need to be hard to strike iron, and your own strength is not good, even if you hold a powerful weapon, it is like a child holding a hammer, and you will hurt yourself.

He closed the cap of the pen and put it away, and threw it into the pile of debris in the depths of the purple mist.

This thing is actually a one-time thing, and once it has been released, it will be gone, but this is in the void spirit space, Chen An is the only god here, true and false, only in a thought, he judged that the pen has not been used, then the pen has really not been used, and it can still be used again when it is taken to the outside world.

Then he looked at the remaining yellowed page, and with his gaze there seemed to be an invisible hand, which was picked up and unfolded, and a strange picture appeared before him.

This seems to be a formation, but it is too simple, and there is a line of small text at each node of the formation, and there are annotations added later.

"Three parts of blue light quality, one part of dust-free spring, five drops of evil soul flower juice......"

Chen An first read out the small characters at the node, thought about it and looked at the handwriting marked with very ugly small characters below.

There is no explanation for the quality of the green light source, except for the following items: three ounces of distilled water under "A Dust-Free Spring" and poppy stems under "Evil Soul Flower......

Chen An pursed his lips, put aside what looked like a formation diagram and some kind of ritual for a while, and looked at the pile of fragments of flesh and blood on the experimental table again.

His right hand was spread out, and the phantom of a purple crystal hovered above his palm, slowly turning, turning to the side of the word "empty", and a little spiritual light flew out on this side and threw it into the flesh and blood on the operating table, and then the crystal continued to rotate, and then turned to the side of the word "heart", and a little spiritual light flew out from this side, and also threw itself into the flesh and blood on the operating table in front of him, followed by "illusion", "yuan", and "he", and each flew out of it with a spiritual light.

When all the five points of spiritual light flew into the pile of fragments of flesh and blood, a faint phantom slowly pulled out from it, floating in the air, and its appearance was actually the dead man in white shirt.

His eyes were blank, and he looked ignorant, so he hovered in the air, quietly looking at Chen An.

This is a psychic technique, the spiritual heart mantra represented by the "heart" character of the void spirit amethyst, which can not only control the hypnotization of the living, but also the spirits of the dead.

Chen An was only not very proficient in using it for the first time, so he added the power of other characters as a safety policy.

"Name?"

"Blue Garcia, Chinese name Zhang Lu. ”

With this answer, the phantom seemed to be a little more substantial, and there was a trace of agility in his eyes.

Logically speaking, after a period of death, the spirit contained in the body will naturally dissipate, and this time should normally be 24 to 48 hours.

Of course, this is the time when the spirit is completely dissipated, and usually after an hour, the spirit will begin to escape, and even if the spirit is ingested within 24 hours, the spirit obtained is not complete.

It is absolutely rare to see such a clear and complete picture as this one, mainly with the help of the ethereal space.

After Chen An forced away the black windbreaker at that time, he immediately put this piece into the void spirit space in order to "keep it fresh".

The "freshness" effect of the ethereal spirit space is excellent, and the spirituality will not be lost for a year or two, which is why he is so calm, first unraveling and then channeling.

"Tell us about yourself, about your life experiences. ”

Seeing that this guy's spirituality was gradually recovering, Chen An simply handed over the initiative to the other party, because he really didn't know where to start.

"I was born in a Xia family, and I am a mixed ...... of the Rhine Alliance and the Xia Kingdom."

With the deepening of the explanation, Zhang Lu's eyes became more agile, and his life experience was expressed more clearly.

Chen An skipped most of the previous ones, and directly listened to his experience of entering the transcendent world, wanting to find out if there was a suitable cultivation system for research.

But the result is not satisfactory, according to Zhang Lu's narration, there is no cultivation of transcendental beings in this world, all transcendental beings are born, they only need to activate their own power, they can complete the transition from ordinary to extraordinary.

In a world without a cultivation system, although Chen An had been mentally prepared, when he really confirmed the news from the other party's mouth, he still couldn't react a little.

When he first saw the blue star of the absolute end, he had a guess that in the nearby world, there might be transcendence, but there was no complete path to ascending to the immortal. But at that time, he could not imagine what the basic structure of such a world would be, so he could not accept it for a while.

Now I have seen a little more and have more conjectures.

Then he reached out and beckoned the yellowed piece of paper and asked, "What is this?"

Zhang Lu's eyes rolled, he looked at the paper, and his words were still concise and plain: "The ritual of promoting the wind chaser." ”

"What's that?"

"A branch of thaumaturgists. ”

"What is a thaumaturgist?"

"A master who uses magic to create miracles. ”

Chen An rolled his eyes, Huo Ran remembered some biographies and legends he had read, and couldn't help but ask again: "In addition to thaumaturgists, are there any other transcendent professions?"

"Yes, in addition to thaumaturgists, there are priests, night lovers, abyss apostles, xenomorphs, ......"

Speaking of this, he paused, and said in an uncertain tone: "There seem to be some here in Zhuxia, I have heard of them: Heavenly Master, Zhidian, and Demon Spirit, huh...... The warriors here are also very powerful, and they don't have supernatural powers, but they can kill our transcendentals. ”

In the end, he seemed to remember something terrible, and with his spirit state, he couldn't help but have a trace of fear on his face.

Chen An didn't care about him, but fell into his own thinking.

This world is very similar to the world of giant beasts that I saw at the beginning, and many things can be directly used as references, so there may be something to do with the two. Could it be that the giant beast escaped from the shattered desolation?

There is no basis for this idea, but Chen An seems to think that this is the truth.

He first took himself in, exercised it, and then came to this world and had experience.

Looks like a coincidence...... No, all coincidences have a reason behind them, could it be that they were arranged again?

Chen An woke up in an instant, but in another life, his terrifying cognition of power has weakened a lot, and he is thinking more about why there is such an arrangement, what does the person behind the scenes want to tell him, and what does he want to guide himself to do?

At present, there are still too few clues, and he really can't think of it for a while, so he put it aside for the time being, and then asked Zhang Lu's spirit body, "What is Feng Xin?"