Changsheng: I can sell everything

dong dong dong-

Jing Huaisheng was lying on the ground, and that was the sound of Jing Huaisheng's heart beating.

dong dong dong-

The villagers beat each other like crazy, which was also the sound of bronze fragments beating and beating.

Like a bronze bell from ancient times, it transmits the vast and ancient sound from the long and unknown years to the present.

Song Ciwan stood outside the ancestral hall and listened to the bell. For a moment, she felt inspired. The sound of the bell at this time seemed to have a strange fusion with everything she had seen through the bronze fragments.

Every sound of the bell is filled with subtle Taoist charm.

It was as if an invisible hand had arisen between heaven and earth, using the threads of Tao and reason as strings and plucking them at will.

Song Ciwan listened with rapt attention, and the various things he had learned in the past had a wonderful intersection and confirmation with the sound of Tao Yun at this time.

Therefore, at this moment, the blood-evil aura that enveloped both inside and outside the ancestral hall was no longer a simple blood-evil aura in Song Ciwan's eyes.

The flow of Qiyun actually had substance at this moment. They were rotating and intersecting. Points formed lines, lines formed surfaces, and surfaces formed time. , space, past, future...

The villagers were still fighting. The first person saw blood, then the second person had his limbs broken, and then at a certain moment, someone suddenly had his neck bitten off!

"Ah! It hurts so much, I'm going to die!" someone screamed in pain.

"You deserve it, hahaha..." Someone laughed wildly.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

The punches hit the flesh, and blood splattered everywhere.

All the sounds became more and more crazy as time went by. Even these crazy voices have caught up with the rhythm of the bells. Together with the bells at this moment, they connect to the ancient times and outline an illusory picture in a trance.

The evil spirit of blood surged, and the illusory scene overlapped with all the weirdness and charm in the temple at this moment.

Uncle Wu clasped his hands together and pecked at a villager who was rushing towards him from behind. It was obvious that he was moving his hands, but in a daze, it seemed like a majestic rooster was growing on his body. And where are the hands?

It's clearly the beak of a rooster!

"Ah!" The villager behind Fifth Uncle had his eyes pecked out, but what fell out was not eyeballs, but a bunch of entangled... colorful snakes!

The melee among the villagers seemed to have turned into a melee among wild beasts in the wild jungle.

No, not a beast.

It should be a monster!

These monster beasts are on the other side of the illusory time and space, roaring and calling for wind and rain. When the collision occurs, the mountains and rocks break apart, and when the wind rides on the wind, the sky and the earth turn dusk... If there is a battle, it will be hearty. If there is no battle, it will be free.

Although their existence is primitive, bloody, and wild, even though they grow wildly and prey on the weak, they are indeed free and indulgent.

Born from the heaven and the earth, we try our best when we grow, we try our best when we fight, and we try our best even when we die.

This is the original demon!

It's an ancient demon!

Compared with the human race that was born later, the ancient monsters that once dominated the world were all huge in stature and had extraordinary bloodlines. They were born with the ability to know all kinds of magic, and had the ability to move mountains and fill seas, and chase the stars and the moon.

It seems that ancient demons are the species that are born to be closer to Tao!

dong dong dong-

The bells continued to ring.

The melee among the villagers became more and more fierce, and more and more people fell down. Among the people in the melee, Jing Huaisheng's grandmother, the Third Grandma, was even included.

However, perhaps because the third grandma drank the most blood before, her body was particularly strong. So in the melee, others fell one after another, but the third grandma became more and more courageous as she fought.

Some villagers also pointed at the third grandma’s nose and cursed: “Old Qianpo, you’re a bastard. You can deceive Huaisheng, but you can’t deceive us fellow villagers! Who doesn’t know you? When Huaisheng’s mother was alive, you treated her the most. Being mean means the most discussion!

His mother died in childbirth, and you didn't want Huai to give birth to him at that time. You just wanted your son's wife to give you another baby.

You despised Huaisheng for having six fingers on his hand. If you hadn't been unlucky every day during that period, you would choke on your saliva. The goddess in Wuli Village said that you had committed an evil act and were carrying evil obstacles on your body. The heavens would reject you. How could you be here? Later, he took Huaisheng back to raise him? "

The third grandma's body was originally very tall and bulging. She was the bravest in the melee and defeated the most villagers.

As a result, after being pointed at her nose and scolded like this, for some reason, her tall body suddenly became three inches shorter!

The other villagers saw that scolding her was effective, so soon someone else came forward to dig into her.

"When it comes to being cruel, no one in our Erliu Village can be more cruel than Third Grandma! You say you raised Huaisheng, but how can you live a good life with Huaisheng under your control?

When I was a child, I would tie someone up in a house like a dog. If I was happy, I would feed him a few mouthfuls of food. If I was not happy, I would beat him severely. When you grow up, what things should Huai students not do outside the home, in the house or in the fields?

Your little grandson wants to practice martial arts, but Huaisheng has to work hard to save money for him to pay for the martial arts school!

You said that you raised Huaisheng and asked Huaisheng to remember your kindness. In other words, Huaisheng is stupid, he is stupid! Hahaha..."

The third grandma was so majestic at first that she beat her neighbors to the point where they all retreated.

Now being scolded by others, his figure has shrunk repeatedly.

Before, she was like a child again, strong and strong, with a body length of seven feet.

Now, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, she is getting scolded and scolded, and soon the young and strong third grandma turned into a skinny and skinny old lady again!

No, not just the dry, skinny old lady.

The third grandmother shrank from a young adult to the size of a three-foot-long child.

She was smaller and shorter, her bones had shrunk, and wrinkles had grown back on her face.

Finally, she screamed and fell to the ground.

Click click click...

After a crisp sound, the third grandmother fell to the ground with broken bones and tendons, and her neck was twisted. She just breathed her last.

The other villagers clapped their hands and laughed weirdly.

Amidst the strange laughter, the villagers who had previously shared the same hatred were fighting together again.

Bang bang bang!

More and more people fell to the ground, dead.

As for Jing Huaisheng, who was lying on the ground, the sides of his neck began to move while one villager after another died... something new and strange grew.

At first, the two strange masses were dark and foggy. Even if they were illuminated by candlelight, they were blurry and nothing could be revealed.

But soon, the two gray things grew bigger and bigger. When they were about the size of a watermelon, the gray mist dissipated, and two new heads appeared in front of Jing Huaisheng. Both sides of the skull.

One of these two new-born heads has a smile on its face, smooth skin, and a youthful and vigorous look, full of vitality and sunshine.

But the other head has a gloomy face, dry skin, and wrinkles crisscrossing it. It clearly looks like it is old and full of death!

One rises and one falls, one lives and one dies.

dong dong dong-

The bell is still ringing.

The noise is not only the withering and prosperity of heaven and earth, but also the rotation of all things, and the birth and death of eras.

In reality, the third grandmother died, and more and more villagers died.

He died of his own greed and madness, and died of the extreme magnification of human evil thoughts.

In the illusory picture, those ancient monsters that destroyed the world are also dead.

He died in the unfettered freedom and died in the heartbreaking battles one after another.

Suddenly one day, terrifying meteors wrapped in strange creatures fell from the sky. Meteors hit the ground, destroying mountains, breaking rivers, cracking deep valleys, and creating endless oceans. In the oceans, endless... bugs spewed out!

Yes, it’s bugs!

Bugs dragging long tentacles, bugs wriggling their fat bodies, bugs turning countless knives, bugs with compound eyes and wings... In short, there are all kinds of insects with different shapes that are difficult to describe. insect.

The insects rushed from the ocean to the land, like a wave, overwhelming the sky and causing a disaster.

They roared and rushed towards the remaining ancient demon.

Too many ancient demons died in the previous free battles, and even though all of the remaining ancient demons were born gods and were born with the right principles, their number was too small after all.

When faced with the overwhelming swarm of insects, the resistance of the few ancient demons was in vain.

The ancient demon roared, causing more waves.

The earth was destroyed piece by piece, the ancient demon was wailing, and the heaven and earth were also wailing.

Finally, at some point.

The insects buzzed and occupied the entire world.

dong dong dong-

The bell is still ringing, but at this moment, this giant bell seems to be singing a sad song for heaven and earth.

The scene reaches this point, and Song Ciwan, who is standing outside the scene and watching this scene, feels both the storm and the waves in his heart, and also feels a trace of sadness as the bell rings.

In this endless tragic song, corpses were everywhere, and a huge bell emerged from the endless monster corpses, spinning and ringing - boom!

The bell rings again.

On the clock face, two ancient seal characters are looming, seemingly meaning "Chaos".

The word "chaos" shines.

The overwhelming insects that were celebrating their victory suddenly twisted and screamed.

Boom!

The bell rang again, and thousands of monster corpses gathered together with resentment and resentment.

At some point, the insects dancing on the demon corpse suddenly collided with each other and began to devour each other.

The insects that originally worked together when they hit the land actually started killing each other at this moment!

Boom!

The bells are still ringing, and the mist covers the sky and the earth.

Finally, in the chaotic background, there seemed to be a huge bell, carrying the blue planet on its back, disappearing suddenly in the vast void.

I don’t know where it comes from, and I don’t know where it is going.

All the images disappeared and all the bells stopped ringing.

In the ancestral hall, white candles were swaying high. Under the candlelight, all the villagers fell into a pool of blood.

The three-headed and six-armed Jing Huaisheng put one hand on his chest and knelt on the ground on one knee.

The young face on the left shows compassion, while the old face on the right shows indifference.

And in the middle, his original head and face showed a look of pain.

The previous bells and various ancient scenes seemed to be nothing more than a dream.

Yes or no, it’s hard to tell the truth from the false.

But Song Ciwan, who was watching this scene, suddenly felt blessed at this moment.

She breathed gently and whispered three words: "Chaos Clock!"

My heart is beating, yes, that is the Chaos Clock!

Song Ciwan understood that the giant bell in the endless void was definitely the Chaos Bell.

The bronze fragments in Jing Huaisheng's heart were clearly fragments of the Chaos Clock. I just don’t know why, the Chaos Bell, the most precious treasure of the demon clan, actually separated into fragments, and these fragments still appear in the world of Jiuzhou, in the heart of an ordinary mortal?

Of course, with this fragment, Jing Huaisheng can no longer be called an ordinary mortal.

He has three heads and six arms, and he seems to have developed the magical power of glory.

Is he still human?

Or has he turned into a demon?

Boom boom boom!

This time, it was no longer the chaos bell that was ringing, but Jing Huaisheng's heart was ringing.

His heart was pounding, and he staggered to the villagers who were lying dead. He knelt on the ground again, with tears streaming down his left young face: "Grandma, fifth uncle, third aunt..."

The young face cried out in sorrow.

The old face on the right said: "Everyone will die eventually, and dying of desire is nothing more than returning to one's true nature."

The normal face in the middle smiled foolishly: "If I had known it would happen today, why would I have to do it in the first place? They are all dead. It doesn't matter if they are all dead, I should die too..."

At this point, Jing Huaisheng raised his six arms and suddenly grabbed the three necks under his three heads.

These six arms moved very quickly, and the movements to strangle his neck were hard and accurate. Even the knuckles were bulging. It was obvious that he was really killing him.

Song Ciwan watched this and suddenly sighed softly in his heart.

While watching everything that happened in the ancestral hall today, Song Ciwan's attention was mostly focused on the various scenes derived from the fragments of the Chaos Bell, but she was not completely unconcerned about the grievances of the villagers.

However, although he paid attention to it, it was difficult for Song Ciwan to comment on the right and wrong of it.

This is also the reason why she only watched from the beginning to the end and did not take action.

For some things, you should do it when it's time to do it, but for some things, you must respect the cause and effect of others and avoid meddling.

It is difficult to distinguish between being a chivalrous person and being nosy, and Song Ciwan cannot guarantee that every decision he makes will be correct.

She is not perfect, and there must be times when she makes mistakes in judgment or mistakes. She can only say yes, and make a decision without regrets and with a clear conscience.

While sighing, Song Ciwan gently patted the back of the little girl in her arms.

Her sigh alarmed Jing Huaisheng in the ancestral hall. Jing Huaisheng's hearing was particularly sensitive. His hands holding the necks on the left and right sides did not relax, but the hand holding the head in the middle suddenly loosened.

He turned around and shouted: "Who?"

As soon as the shout was heard, the next moment, Jing Huaisheng's three-headed and six-armed body suddenly flashed out of the ancestral hall and appeared in front of Song Ciwan outside the ancestral hall.

The moment he first saw Song Ciwan, Jing Huaisheng instinctively shrank back.

He has very sensitive perception and can sense that the young man in black in front of him is extremely terrifying.

But soon, Jing Huaisheng noticed the little girl being held in Song Ciwan's arms. He exclaimed: "Ah-nan! What did you do to Ah-nan? How come Ah-nan is in your hands? Who are you?" "

Song Ciwan didn't answer, just brushed her palms, and the little girl woke up in her arms.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, turned around and shouted in surprise: "Brother! It's my brother!"

Song Ciwan then put the little girl Anan on the ground.