The perfect ten evils rise again

Chapter 7 Thunder Pond
At night, the bonfire was beating, and the stone village was brightly lit, and there was a lot of noise, shouting, talking, and laughter.

This is a rare event, held for Chi Cang who joined the big family of Shicun. Every family member is very happy, thanking God for bringing such an extraordinary young man to Shicun.

His strength is boundless, stronger than the strongest man in Shicun. Shi Linhu has tried, even if he uses the ancestral artifact left by the Shizu to compete with Chi Cang, he is far behind.

Whether it is the arm bone of the fierce beast or the blood-stained ancient animal skin, Chi Cang can't do anything about it. He doesn't need to resist at all, he can resist with his body alone, even if the ancestral artifact shines under the urging of Shi Linhu and Shi Feijiao. It's useless to use the bright mysterious symbol, and it can't hurt it at all.

Such a result is both surprising and expected by everyone.

You know, this is an existence that can run amok while lying down and sleeping, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although they have lost their memory, they cannot shake it.

Since he came to Shicun and started hunting with the hunting team, the clansman has never been injured again, and every time he can harvest amazingly and return with a full reward.

The patriarch Shi Yunfeng is very pleased that there is such an extraordinary existence in the village, but he knows that Chi Cang at this time is Chi Cang who has lost his memory, and if he recovers his memory, he may not stay.

In order to strengthen the cohesion of Shicun, he proposed to hold such a party to enhance mutual feelings, which was unanimously approved by the elders.

There is no village that does not want to have such a powerful person, and does not want to keep it.

Chi Cang sat beside the fire, motionless, just quietly looking ahead, as if immersed in his own world, out of tune with the joyous surroundings.

Yingwu's face was flushed red by the firelight, and his eyes seemed to contain stars, shining in the dark night.

"Uncle, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking of your relatives?" Next to him, Xiao BuDian opened his eyes wide and asked curiously. He was born with precocious intelligence, understood everything very quickly, and learned quickly.

Chi Cang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

relatives?

Does he have relatives?Probably, but I forgot all about it.

Pinching Xiao Budian's cute red face, he replied: "Uncle can't remember his relatives, but, for me now, you are my closest people."

This stone village is really simple, and the people in the village are very nice. There are no so-called intrigues, vicious schemes, etc., giving people a kind of warmth at home and a sense of belonging. We get along very well.

Hearing this, the little one nodded happily, then picked up the earthen jar, drank several mouthfuls of animal milk, showing a satisfied expression.

Seeing him enjoying himself, Chi Cang's mouth unconsciously outlined a smile, and at the same time, there was a trace of pity.

The memory of Shicun continues to recover, and all the future of this child in front of him emerges in his heart, both sad and joyful.

He seemed to have witnessed in advance that a well-behaved and sensible child turned into a big devil, stirring up boundless turmoil in the outside world, and he also witnessed a little boy gradually grow into an indomitable man amidst joys and sorrows.

Sometimes, Chi Cang would wake up from his sleep, because some of the pictures in the dream were too scary.

The black mist eroding everything on the earth, the hideous bone spurs, the glaring golden spears, the scorched black and dry willow stumps, etc., all appeared in his dream one by one.

Chi Cang at this moment can't understand the meaning of these things, but he knows that they are all related to himself, because there is an emotion resonating with it in his chest.

……

The bonfire was raging, and the clansmen formed a circle in front of the altar, worshiping the willow god, hoping that the spirit of the sacrifice would bless Shicun for a smooth year.

It's a practice that hasn't changed in decades.

All the other clansmen are worshiping devoutly, praying for peace in their hearts.

Only Chi Cang didn't move, he stood there, with a bright light shining in his eyes, vaguely, the light seemed to be transforming into a complicated symbol, and a mysterious power diffused from it, allowing his eyes to extend out, See places that ordinary people can't see.

These days, Chi Cang's body has been like this, there is a feeling that power is about to gushes out, but it is always a little short, and there is an imperceptible barrier blocking it.

At this moment, the power in the pupils is the first to break through the so-called diaphragm and come into play.

He looked directly at the scorched tree body and the bright wicker swaying in the wind, and saw scenes that he had never seen before.

There is a figure in white clothes, sitting cross-legged among the scorched black wooden stakes at the end of the green wicker, her white clothes are better than the snow, and there are endless flames burning behind her head, it seems that three thousand kingdoms of gods have emerged in the flames, and there are murmuring sacrifices sound.

There is no doubt that she is Liu Shen.

It can be seen that the God Liu is at a critical moment at this moment, the God sitting cross-legged inside is glowing, and is absorbing a drop of indescribable liquid.

This drop of liquid is amazing, entangled with dazzling thunder, endless destruction and vitality intersect, as if there is a vast world of thunder, emitting dazzling light.

At present, Liu Shen has only absorbed about one-third of it, and it will take at least a year to absorb it all.

For some reason, when Chi Cang saw the drop of lightning-shrouded liquid, his chest was itchy, as if something inside had been connected to it.

Chi Cang has learned from his clansman what happened before he woke up these days after he integrated into the stone village.

At that time, a ball of light rose from his chest, and Liushen's only wicker rushed into the ball of light, and gained great benefits from the ball of light. According to the descriptions of the villagers, many thunder dragons crawled out of the ball of light. , was finally absorbed by Willow God.

When everything was over, the ball of light returned to his chest.

Looking at it now, it is very likely that the lightning drop came from the mysterious light cluster in his chest.

Touching the itchy place on his chest, Chi Cang began to examine himself.

At this time, he has no so-called magic power, and his infinite power is purely physical power, but the awakening of the power in the pupil of the eye allows him to see inside.

Under his sight, this body revealed a terrifying potential, which contained a vast ocean of terrifying power, vast like a sea of ​​smoke, like a huge treasure, just waiting to be excavated in the future.

Through the flesh and blood, Chi Cang saw the looming light cluster, which was resonating with the thunder liquid from Liushen.

Smog, thunder and lightning intertwined, chaos filled the air, and the tip of the iceberg was revealed in a mouthful of simple, mysterious and complicated square things.

It is really ancient, and it is hard to tell when it came from. Many of the flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers and earth, terrifying beasts, etc. engraved on the surface have long since disappeared or disappeared, and it is rare to find them all over the world.

The light and mist were hazy, the lightning roared, Chi Cang squinted slightly, and recognized that it was a pond, filled with treasure liquid condensed by thunder and lightning, crystal clear and shining, as if from the beginning of the creation of the world and the birth of chaos.

"A mine of lightning."

Zhi Cang said to himself, a little surprised, he knew what Liu Shen got from him, it was a drop of thunder liquid in the thunder pool in his body.

(End of this chapter)