Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 769 Who is the real culprit?

"The elusive existence came here at your call!"

"That's enough, that's enough!"

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The white dragon's faint voice echoed in the dark world, and the next moment, suddenly countless illusory figures rushed out from the darkness.

These figures were so illusory at first that they were almost transparent, but soon, they gradually became solid.

They came from different races, had skin of various colors, and wore various clothes. Some of them were familiar to Song Ciwan. They were common attire for people in the world where Song Ciwan used to live.

There are also some with strange shapes, some with mechanical and fantastic textures, some with ancient and gorgeous colors, as if they come from myths of various countries...

But no matter what race, age, or clothing, these figures all had distorted faces and painful expressions.

They ran in big strides, fled in panic, and shouted loudly in various languages: "It's you! It's you! It's you who have harmed the whole world!"

"You are the source of evil!"

"Give me back my life!"

"For thousands and thousands of years, we are all dead. Why are you still alive?"

"Since you are alive, live well. Why do you want to disturb our peace again?"

"If you insist on doing this, then let's all die together!"

Wuwuwu——

Siwu siwu...

There were heavy whistling sounds, like a landslide and ghosts crying, all rushing towards Song Ciwan.

Although Song Ciwan was not familiar with the languages ​​of some of these ethnic groups, strangely, she could inexplicably understand every roar among these overlapping voices.

These voices carried a strange power, causing Song Ciwan to suddenly become stiff all over and feel a sharp pain in his head.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, there is the Samadhi True Fire burning all the time, and there is also the Heart Demon sapling sitting in her sea of ​​consciousness. Her mind is as solid as a real god, her eyes are open, and her spirituality is shining.

The Zuiwang Heart Sutra that she practiced is itself a top-level practice that focuses on cultivating the mind. Calming the mind and concentrating the spirit are the basic skills of the Zuiwang Heart Sutra.

In addition, Song Ciwan's current cultivation level is close to that of the Dao, and she also has the identity of the Lord of the Sun. Even a certain star of the Sun outside the Nine Heavens has been refined by her into her own spiritual treasure.

Besides, she was holding the black bug in her hand.

The strange divine power in the black dragon head was still pouring into Song Ciwan's body.

The abundant energy was transformed into pure spiritual power through the "Na" technique, and the spiritual power was rapidly refined into true essence, which continued to flow into her meridians and dantian.

This huge flow of energy can also be considered a form of protection.

With so many layers of protection, Song Ciwan shouldn't have been able to be attacked by any force on his soul.

In other words, even if her soul was attacked, she should not be powerless to resist.

But at this moment, her whole body suddenly stiffened and she could only let the devilish sounds penetrate her head. At the same time, those half-real and half-virtual figures rushed towards her like a wave.

They pounced on her, and her skin felt a slight pain like a mosquito bite.

It was as if thousands of "mosquitoes" were biting at this moment.

Wuwuwu——

buzzing-

Outside the infinite darkness, the gentle voice of the white dragon head chanted: "In the name of the Scorpion Tail God, I now order this person in front of me to deeply repent, lose all resistance, and fall into the abyss of self-blame, unable to extricate himself, and unable to break free."

At the same time, an invisible force emerged from the darkness, wrapping Song Ciwan tightly like a quagmire.

This power was chaotic and twisted, yet full of coercion, as if it was the irrefutable truth of the world, and it would make everything in the world obey its orders. Song Ciwan struggled for a long time before he finally reluctantly moved his mind and gently raised his hand.

Suddenly, balls of blazing sun fire emerged from her body out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, she became a fire person covered in fire all over!

This kind of real fire can burn through space, so burning some illusory and strange things of unknown nature is nothing at all.

But the fact is, the real fire penetrated through the bodies of those figures, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the burning. Faintly, the darkness in the distance seemed to have signs of thinning -

But even so, those illusory figures were not affected at all.

They still pounced on Song Ciwan, biting and roaring at her non-stop: "Sinner! Be executed!"

"Sinners, the disaster that destroyed the world was caused by your clan. You all are sinners!"

"sinner!"

"sinner……"

Sound after sound, sentence after sentence, one after another, like huge waves crashing.

Song Ciwan stood in the darkness, his whole body ablaze with fire, as if he was a fiery mountain standing in the abyss of the ocean.

The huge waves rolled, and she swayed slightly, and the feeling of mosquito bites on her body became more intense.

There is a slight stinging pain, which will not cause any serious injury, but is very annoying.

The White Dragon Chief was still preaching gently: "Daoyou, if you can't hold on any longer, please give up. Back then, the Zhang Jing in your clan was too persistent and refused to give up, which led to the unpredictable existence and the appearance of the God Clan.

If the gods were to appear in the world, they would definitely be nourished by the flesh and blood of the creatures of a world.

Although I am a loyal servant of the gods, I have always respected and loved them, and I am willing to serve and support them. But in those days, most people were ignorant and lacked the heart to respect and love them, and regarded all sacrifices of flesh and blood as disasters, which was difficult to reverse.

According to what you have seen now, this is a disaster that will destroy the world. Alas..."

The White Dragon Head sighed and said, "It can be seen that the calamity of world destruction was indeed brought by your race. Disasters are accompanied by resentment, and resentment is accompanied by backlash. Now this backlash has come upon you, fellow Daoist, how long can you hold on?

You can't hold on any longer? Give up quickly..."

The gentle voice floated in the darkness. The next moment, the black dragon head, which had been screaming, finally regained some spirit. It mustered its strength and loudly repeated the words of the white dragon head: "How long can you hold on?"

"Hahaha! I know you can't hold on any longer!"

"You can't hold on any longer, just give up quickly..."

Wuwuwu——

Siwu siwu——

Immediately afterwards, those illusory figures that were biting Song Ciwan bit even harder.

They barked and bit, and after a while...

Song Ciwan was still standing there, like a mountain forged by fire, unchanging forever.

The black dragon's proud roar became weaker and weaker, until it no longer had the strength to roar, and only a few weak voices remained: "Old White, save me..."

Occasionally, he would scream convulsively: "Give up..."

The White Dragon's bewitching voice of persuasion gradually became less frequent, as if it gradually realized that something was wrong.

After Song Ciwan was initially suppressed by the strange power, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to his mind.

Her mind had been stiff, her thoughts had slowed down, and her entire soul was in unspeakable pain.

However, one thing is certain, she has never been led astray by the White Dragon Chief's fallacies and heresies!

(End of this chapter)