Changsheng: I can sell everything

In Qingyu Mountain, in the training room, Song Ciwan sat cross-legged in silence, speechless for a long time.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years, how long the Yiyuanhui's lifespan can be, she is still young at the moment, but she can't really feel it.

She could only clearly feel that after her birthday, her entire body, from her flesh and blood meridians to her soul and thoughts, had received a wonderful sublimation.

An extraordinarily clear and transparent feeling enveloped her, making her feel very comfortable from the inside out.

But this kind of comfort could not resolve the shock in her heart. She had just wandered into the world and saw all the scenes. Although thinking about it at the moment, it always gave people a sense of fantasy that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, but Song Ciwan knew that everything was actually It should all be true!

It really happened!

However, it did not happen now, but in the past.

The only thing Song Ciwan was not sure about was whether this past was eight thousand years ago or before Yuanhui?

Or, is it necessary to be reincarnated every eight thousand years?

Is Kyushu Haoyu the land of the human race’s gods, or the ancient god’s insect race’s... hunting ground?

I don't dare to think deeply, but I have to think deeply. Every time my thoughts diverge, it seems like I am about to undergo a terrifying test.

There was also a feeling of loneliness that she clearly knew the truth but could not speak out. She was the only one in the world who was clear and clear, which enveloped her deeply at this moment.

Of course, it is also possible that she is not the only one who knows the truth, but everyone who knows the truth is speechless, so that when you look around, you are still confused——

The world is vast, but it is almost impossible to tell where is the enemy and where is the friend.

This feeling is difficult to describe, but it is enough to make people feel an indescribable emptiness for a moment.

It took Song Ciwan most of a day to adjust her mood.

A gentleman examines himself three times a day, but his state of mind cannot be stabilized, so he can only reflect on himself frequently.

Don't look at others, just look at yourself and see if the Taoist heart in your chest is still the same.

Therefore, it is enough for me to have myself and only me.

After introspection, his mood adjusted back, and Song Ciwan's attention returned to his own longevity.

Previously, she had sold off the demonic spirit's anger. The true upper limit of her life span should have reached 130,000 years, but 400 years were lost invisibly, leaving only 129,600 years. A Yuan Hui's time.

Could it be said that when her life span reaches one dollar, the life span sold by the scale of heaven and earth will no longer be effective?

One Yuanhui is the limit?

This question is very important. After all, according to Song Ciwan's original calculations, the remaining evil spirit energy in her scale is enough for her to extend her life span to more than 400,000 years.

For this reason, she even suppressed her own level repeatedly, not daring to easily break through to the divine transformation stage.

I am afraid that after the realm is improved, the sale of Shou Yuan will be greatly reduced.

After thinking for a moment, Song Ciwan didn't hesitate. She directly opened the scale of heaven and earth and conducted another trade of the evil spirit's anger.

[You sold a pound of general-level demon spirit's violent energy and gained a hundred years of life. 】

One hundred years of life!

Song Ciwan sat cross-legged on the ground, and her body, which originally felt extremely spiritual, suddenly floated out of thin air at this moment.

It was really floating out of thin air. She didn't cast any spells, and she didn't make any moves to jump up. This kind of floating happened completely spontaneously, as if her body had been so clean that it became a breath of fresh air.

In this world of mixed vitality, pure energy rises naturally, like a fairy in the world.

Song Ciwan rotated the Zuo Wang Heart Sutra, and after a while he just adapted to it, trying hard to control it, and then he landed his body back on the ground.

Even after landing, Song Ciwan's body was still in a special state of weightlessness.

She would float up involuntarily with every step she took, and it was even difficult for her to control her left and right directions. For a moment, it seemed like she... couldn't even walk!

This is not a good thing. The reason why a master is a master is that he should have perfect control over every inch of his body and soul. Even if it is not perfect, he should be extremely subtle and extremely skilled.

As Song Ciwan is now, unable to even walk, even if he can fly, it is definitely not a good state.

Song Ciwan then had to spend a lot of time learning to walk again, learn to control direction, and control gravity.

During this period, she gradually figured it out.

After her lifespan reaches one Yuanhui, the ability of Tiandijia to trade off her anger in exchange for lifespan still exists, and her lifespan can indeed increase further. ,

However, the proportion of sales has dropped significantly!

Originally, she could directly get one thousand years of life by selling a pound of general-level demonic spirit, but now she can only get one hundred years of life.

There are still three opportunities to sell today. Song Ciwan sells the demonic spirit of violence again, but this time she sells the spirit-slaying level of demonic spirit of violence.

[You sold a kilogram of spirit-slaying demonic spirit and gained a thousand years of life. 】

Sure enough, this ratio dropped accordingly.

The vicious spirit of the spirit-slaying demon spirit, which used to be equivalent to ten thousand years of life for one kilogram, has now become one thousand years.

Her life essence rose, producing the same effect as breaking through the realm.

I just don’t know, when she breaks through to the divine transformation stage, will this ratio remain at this moment, or will it continue to decline?

Song Ciwan couldn't gamble. She decided to temporarily stop selling her training time in the past few days. She wanted to sell out all the remaining evil spirit energy in the scale of heaven and earth first, and then consider other things!

There are still more than 200 kilograms of general-level demon spirit's violent energy and more than ten kilograms of slayer-level demonic spirit's violent energy left in the scale of heaven and earth.

Based on Song Ciwan's current affordability, the upper limit of the lifespan she can trade off at a time is one thousand years. If it exceeds that, she may "float" again.

Therefore, she can sell up to ten kilograms of general-level demonic spirit's violent energy at a time, or one kilogram of slaying-level demonic spirit's violent energy.

Selling ten times a day, it would only take a little more than three days to sell all the hostility.

A little more than three days will be counted as four days.

In this way, Song Ciwan's lifespan increased by ten thousand years every day. By the third day, her lifespan reached 159,600 years.

On the fourth day, all the demonic energy was sold off, and her lifespan became 167,300 years.

At this point, Song Ciwan was "debt-free and light-hearted" and no longer had to worry about the evil spirit of the demonic spirits that had not been sold off in the scales of heaven and earth. At this moment, Song Ciwan was sitting cross-legged in the training room, suddenly exhaled softly and laughed.

Although the lifespan did not reach the originally imagined four hundred thousand years, Song Ciwan still felt something at the same time. Her life essence has risen, so if her life span of hundreds of thousands of years is still used to fight——

For example, if she activates the sun and moon's phaseless wheel of life and death, her current lifespan will undoubtedly be much more "valuable" than her original lifespan!

This is a different kind of loss.

The reason why it is said to be a different kind of balance is because this balance is mainly reflected in the foundation of life and combat, but the loss of her life span is real and cannot be made up for.

After all, if you don't get what you expected to get, it's not an exaggeration to call it a "loss," right?

However, Song Ciwan understood clearly that violence was not a one-time deal, nor did it mean that all the remaining violence in the balance of heaven and earth had been sold out and she would not be able to replenish it later.

Not to mention that the demon world is there, there is never a shortage of demons and demons in the world of Kyushu. Now that her cultivation level has greatly increased, it is no longer difficult to obtain violent energy.

Even if the exchange ratio is lowered, in the future...at worst, we will kill more soul-slaying level demons, or demons in the pill-forming stage——

There are always monsters to kill and demons to kill.

What are you afraid of?

A life span of hundreds of thousands of years is enough for Song Ciwan to truly embark on the road to immortality in the long years to come.

At this moment, Song Ciwan, who had sold off all remaining hostility, suddenly realized that what he had sold away was not just hostility, but an invisible baggage, a traceless obsession!

It turns out that as early as when she was obsessed with maximizing profits and never dared to break through to the divine transformation because the hostility in the scales of heaven and earth had not been completely sold out, she had actually fallen into the burden of obsession invisibly.

She thought she was omniscient, but in fact her inner demons were everywhere!

Even Song Ciwan, who practiced the Zuowang Heart Sutra, was not exempt from vulgarity.

Song Ciwan sat cross-legged and laughed again.

She gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. The turbid air was exhaled like a mist sword and fell to the ground in front of her.

In the training room, various formations of light suddenly rippled.

The Liangyi dust formation in the center of Hanguang Liuli instantly started to move spontaneously, and bursts of mysterious fluctuations spread out, quickly offsetting the impact just received, making the entire training room safe, and the changes in Song Ciwan's own aura were even more dramatic. Tight and tight, not even a bit leaked out.

Outside, Guangling City, Prince Yun's Mansion.

Prince Yun's mansion is gorgeous and vast, and there is a four-season garden in the mansion.

The so-called four-season garden is a garden that brings together the scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter at the same time.

In one step, you can see flowers in full bloom, summer luxuriance, autumn wind bleak, and white snow.

The so-called scenery changes with each step, and the seasons change with each scene, which just describes the beauty of gardens in these four seasons.

Being able to micronize the climate of the four seasons to this point and control it harmoniously is obviously an outstanding immortal method, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

At this moment, Crown Prince Yun was sitting high on a pavilion facing the water. Flowers were blooming on the east side of the pavilion, but the north side of the pavilion was covered with ice and snow.

Prince Yun personally boiled water and cooked tea, and refilled the cups of tea for the three princesses in the hot air. He carefully took care of his newlywed wife and listened to Yun Zhong's report.

Yun Zhong said: "Song Fairy has been practicing in the cave for nine days, but there is no breath coming out, and there is no intention to leave the cave."

Prince Yun had a dignified and gentle look on his face. He brought the tea cup to the third princess who was leaning on the flower bed, and said casually, "Since it's just a retreat, it's only nine days, it's nothing at all."

He also said: "Don't say it's nine days of seclusion. With Song Zhao's ability, he could do ninety days or even nine hundred days in one breath. It's quite normal when you think about it. It's just ninety days. If it's nine hundred days of seclusion, Today...it's a bit tiring. My wife has to wait a lot, which is not beautiful."

This gesture of putting the third princess first made the third princess, who was lazily leaning on the couch, turn her head and a smile suddenly appeared on her bright face.

She stretched out a long, jade-like finger, lightly tapped Prince Yun's forehead, and said angrily: "You are used to being glib. What do you mean by making me wait longer? It's only nine hundred days, I have tens of millions of dollars." If you have survived for years, what does nine hundred days mean?”

Prince Yun immediately stretched out his palm, patted his mouth lightly, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Madam is absolutely right. Madam is a species of immortality, and a mere nine hundred days just passed by in a flash. Thinking about it, it really counts." Nothing."

At this point, he sighed again: "It's just that the life of a wife is long, but the life of a husband is short. It was originally agreed that you and I will stay together, even if it is only a short thousand years, if we can love each other for a lifetime, I will be satisfied."

But now that I have to be with my wife, I sometimes feel greedy. I just feel that a thousand years is too short... Every day should be cherished. If I just wait in Prince Yun's Mansion for these nine hundred days, wouldn't it be a waste of the time I spend with my wife? "

This logic can't be said to be wrong, but there seems to be something wrong with it.

The third princess tilted her head, gently supported her chin with one hand, and took the tea cup brought by Prince Yun with the other hand.

She turned her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "But A Jing, Song Zhao may not have to go into seclusion for nine hundred days!"

Prince Yun:......

The third princess chuckled again and said, "Maybe she will be released from seclusion in ninety days?"

Then she tilted her head, blurred her eyes, and said as if thinking back: "However, I have only met her not long ago, why do I need to see her again? What if I don't see her? Would it be possible if I didn't see her? Ah Jing, you said you wanted to go with me We can still go to Sharen Abyss for fun!"

She looked at Yun Zhong and said, "Song Zhao is out of seclusion. If you send us a message, won't it be done? It won't delay us from rushing back from the Meren Abyss at any time."

There was no problem with this logic, and Crown Prince Yun was even more speechless for a moment.

The third princess didn't wait for Yun Zhong's answer or Prince Yun's response. She clapped her hands and said with a happy look on her face: "A Jing, that's it, great! A Jing..."

She leaned forward, and her bright face instantly enlarged in front of Bu Jingxing's eyes.

A wisp of sweet fragrance hit him, and Bu Jingxing suddenly fell into a trance for a moment. In this moment of trance, the third princess hugged him, and then the surrounding space began to change rapidly.

This change can be said to come without warning, but it is smooth and smooth without any lag.

Countless lights and shadows quickly dissipated around the two people, and the changing pictures connected into a mysterious and indescribable space-time passage. It seemed that only a moment passed, and all the images dissipated. The next moment, Prince Yun was down to earth.

Then he took a closer look and saw that the surrounding light was dim and the water was heavy with waves.

The so-called reality is actually a soft seabed of fine sand.

There are aquatic plants swaying above the fine sand, and small and colorful swimming fish happily shuttle among the aquatic plants. In the distance, there seems to be a giant turtle swimming in the city.

Everything in front of me was strange and bizarre, it was clear that we were no longer in the human world, but at the bottom of the sea!

Prince Yun lost his voice for a moment and blurted out: "You...this is the Sharman Abyss?"

The third princess giggled and said, "Yes, A Jing, isn't it a surprise?"