seven gods

Chapter 289 The Gentle Boy

Chen Ping's mood was extremely complicated, and his heart throbbed inexplicably.

Scenes of extremely tragic experiences, accompanied by the negative emotions of the dead souls, emerged in his mind.

Growing up in the country of Xia, he has never really seen the misery in the world.

Now seeing the experience of the people of the Bama country, I suddenly realized how rotten this world and this country are, and how miserable a person can be.

And what they are doing now seems to be the last straw that crushes these people... Is what they are doing good or sinful?

For a moment, even Chen Ping was a little dazed.

Dao Xin cast a shadow even more.

The negative emotions of millions of dead souls flooded in.

Anyone who bears such an attack will have psychological problems.

But when Chen Ping was in pain and at a loss, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Big Brother..."

The voice of the doll passed through many negative emotions and fell deep in Chen Ping's soul.

"Big brother, what you did is right. I can feel that what they hate is this world, and the awakened people of this world. They just want to vent their emotions, not just hate you."

Chen Ping suddenly woke up from some special emotion.

That's right, what these millions of dead souls hate is actually this era of great awakening.

The reason why they look like this now is just to vent.

Chen Ping suddenly stretched out his arms slowly, and took the initiative to embrace the negative emotions of the millions of dead souls, with a kind of relieved smile on his face:
"Since this is the case, you can vent it! Vent your anger, your humiliation, your grievance, your unwillingness, all to me, and I will bear it together!"

Boom!

The negative emotions that were as violent as the ocean crashed into the boy's body.

However, even if the extremely terrifying negative emotions of the souls of the dead are enough to overwhelm everything and destroy all soul energy, it still cannot make the young man restrain his smile.

The young man bloomed with a bright and gentle smile, as if he wanted to use this method to let these doomed souls feel tenderness at the last moment of their lives...

Quite a few dead souls were at a loss seeing the young man's expression.

They wanted to tear that boy apart one by one, why did that boy still smile at them, and that smile... really beautiful...

Unknowingly, the strength of the revenant's anger began to weaken.

One by one, the dead souls stopped attacking and floated in the air in a daze.

Such a gentle boy... why did they tear him apart?
"Why... why..."

"Why do you only think of being nice to us now..."

Some dead souls cried loudly.

Chen Ping's heart throbbed suddenly.

He knew that some things, even gods, could not be reversed.

He can only do everything possible to bear the anger of these dead souls, and then smile warmly at these dead souls, like a final hug, parting, hoping that they can feel kindness and warmth at the last moment of their lives.

"Brother, you are really gentle."

The doll's voice spoke crisply.

Gradually, most of the dead souls stopped attacking the young man.

The turbulent and violent negative atmosphere gradually subsided.

Wang Xiaoqi and the others stared blankly at the young man who had endured everything, never thinking that this young man would actually be able to perform such an astonishing feat at the last moment.

Lingling Soul King's clear almond eyes were flushed with tears, and only she could clearly perceive what that young man had endured.

Jin Chan Buddha also knew what Chen Ping had endured.

After all, he was the one who bleeds from his orifices when he endured it.

Now seeing that Chen Ping calmed down the anger of millions of dead souls by himself, Jin Chan was taken aback. He carefully perceived the young man's temperament, and felt that the young man's Buddha-nature was almost comparable. He is dead, this is a top talent who cultivates Buddhism!
There are millions of dead souls, some are surrounding Chen Ping, some are crying in front of Chen Ping, some are still attacking Chen Ping, but it doesn't matter, Chen Ping will hug them all.

An hour later.

The Buddha's light all over the sky transcended the whole happy world.

Millions of dead souls rest in peace.

Chen Ping looked at the last ray of dead souls, and reluctantly left this world.

I watched it quietly for a long, long time.

"Your anger, your humiliation, your unwillingness, your hatred... I can feel it... I will bring your spiritual will to change the world!"

Chen Ping spoke slowly, and the firm look in his eyes also contained some kind of spiritual will that had just been awakened.

Only when you have truly experienced it will you understand how much crime and pain there is in the world before you...

Chen Ping has always set his main goal of getting rid of the seven gods and trying to survive.

But now, he has experienced the impact of millions of dead souls, but he can't help but start to look at the whole world. If he can do something, he should be able to use his power to do something for some miserable people... If the power is not enough , then continue to practice until he can use his power to change the world!
Chen Ping then turned his gaze to Simba City below.

The city was shattered, houses collapsed, and corpses piled up all over the city.

The city has turned into a dead city.

The boy couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

The cruelest thing in this world is that some people have awakened powerful power, but most of them are still the same as before, but those who are the same as before can never go back to the same life as before...

Chen Ping suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he felt dizzy.

"It's not good! Chen Ping passed out!"

"team leader!"

"Is the captain okay?!"

……

……

The Kunlun team left.

The city of Simba turned into a dead city.

There is no sound.

Silence, death, corpse smell...

Anyone would avoid such a city.

Three figures suddenly appeared in this dead city.

They all exude a strange divine light, wearing large divine robes, walking forward step by step, like gods walking in the world.

They came to the ruins of the church, looked at the devastated battlefield, shook their heads slowly, and took another look at the extremely terrifying giant ravine running through the city, and couldn't help being dazed for a moment.

"Elder An, it still failed."

"It's still a little surprising that Elder An, who is so amazingly talented, failed so quickly, and even died...It's sad, sad."

"She's still too impatient. She actually has a better chance."

"Hey... who would have thought that she would meet a demigod-level character?"

"Where the hell is it? This residual power, I feel it a little bit, and my soul is terrified..."

"Could it be that it's really the one our God Lord guessed?"

"Judging from the remaining power attributes, it doesn't look like..."

"No matter what, quickly collect it and report it! The fall of an S-rank elder is a big deal, let alone an elder who has a chance to become a god!"

The three of them faced the battlefield and threw out pieces of equipment to record information.

After collecting information.

A figure stood there.

"Investigator Ke, what's wrong with you?"

Under the robe, the man's gray eyes looked at the corpses all over the city, a little excited, and a greedy smile appeared on his face.

"Hey... so many corpses, it would be a waste if we don't make good use of them."

With that said, rustling sounds resounded throughout Simba City.

Small bugs gushed out of the sewer, climbed up the corpses, opened their sharp blood teeth, and gnawed madly at the corpses.

There were dense gnawing sounds throughout Simba City.

It's like a carnival!
(End of this chapter)