Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 78
Song Ciwan was terrified, there was actually a "person" leaning behind her silently!

At this moment, Song Ciwan subconsciously made two actions, one was to speed up the evasion technique, and the other was to immediately mobilize the power of the soul to display clear vision.

Mingshi can make her not have to look back, and she can also naturally sense the various states of Qi within a hundred feet around her.

However, the frightening thing is that no matter whether it is the acceleration of the escape technique or the use of the clear vision, at this moment, they all fail!

She seemed to be trapped in an invisible quagmire, the viscous air seemed to become a huge water tank, and heavy pressure was squeezed towards her from all directions.

Mingshi was suppressed to about a foot around his body, so that Song Ciwan could only vaguely sense that there was a phantom of a woman behind her, with a high bun in a gorgeous dress, a white face and black lips, a delicate body, and sorrowful eyes... She lay on Song Ciwan's back as if she had no bones.

An indescribably charming atmosphere gradually diffused.

Song Ciwan felt it, it was weird!

This weird aura was very similar to the weird aura that the convoy encountered when passing through Hanqiu Mountain.

In Huailing City, strange night appearances?

However, isn't weirdness incapable of leaving its birthplace?

Hanqiu Mountain, since it is a weird dojo, should also be her cage!

How did she escape from the cage and enter the city at night?

In a flash of thought, Song Ciwan's left hand was clenched into a fist by his side, and while he was ready to call out the Xuandu Seal of Life and Death at any time, he silently carried the technique of spreading the law.

She no longer tried to turn around, but stood where she was, and suddenly sighed: "Fool!"

Simple two words, but like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, with a kind of simple and long, it spreads into the night.

The art of spreading the law is slowly running.

Behind Song Ciwan, the woman seemed to be in a daze.

Song Ciwan said: "When the gods come down, there are the lower way, the middle way, and the upper way. I don't know what way laymen want to hear?"

The woman asked: "What is the lower way, what is the middle way, and what is the upper way?"

Her tone was faint and charming, but she seemed to have an extraordinarily gentle and refined tone.It seems that a real lost person is asking Mr.

But Song Ciwan knew that the person behind him was not a good one, and if he answered badly, he would suffer backlash.

The night wind blew past, bringing with it a gloomy chill. Song Ciwan calmed down and said in a slow tone: "The next way is to pray and curse. When the world is helpless, pray to the gods, sacrifice to heaven, and curse the enemy. In order to ask for a miracle from heaven... Of course, the final result can only depend on God's will."

"Is this the lower way?" The strange woman frowned and said, "God's will is both cold and empty, so it's no wonder that asking the heavens is the lower way."

Then she said in a daze: "But those people, they pray to God every day, they worship Buddha every day, and they complain about others every day, don't they know that this is the lower way?"

Song Ciwan did not comment, but only said: "The middle way is the art of seeking people. If people can seek the right person, with the help of others, they may also be able to get out of the predicament and relieve suffering. However, others' hearts are also erratic and unpredictable. , he can help you or harm you when he thinks about it for a while. Although he has the heart, he may also be powerless."

The strange woman said: "That's right, even though he has a heart, he may also be powerless... He is really powerless and powerless!"

In the last sentence, the tone gradually became sharper.

In the air, the chill was getting colder and colder.

The strange woman's mood fluctuated, and the gentleness just now seemed to be a thin paper mask, which might be torn to pieces at any time.

Song Ciwan didn't know when she would lose control, so he said immediately: "So laymen know? Although the rain is heavy, it does not moisten the rootless grass; although the Tao is wide, it only crosses those who are destined. People can't save themselves, and the sky can't bless them." !"

"What did you say? You said I couldn't help myself?" Finally, the woman's eyes rolled, and after a while, she suddenly screamed.

She lay on Song Ciwan's back, and her ethereal body instantly became extremely heavy, like a boulder, more like a hill, trying to bend Song Ciwan's back and crush her bones!

Song Ciwan stood firmly at the present moment, and her infinitely powerful divine channel technique was working hard. She straightened her back and said proudly: "Self-help is the way of heaven, the way of heaven, and it is also the way that our gods want to spread to the world. way!"

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement."

"Heaven works for me with form, and I rest my heart to make up for it."

"Heaven suppresses me to meet, and I prosper and my way leads to it."

"Heaven will give a great responsibility to man, and he must first suffer his mind and will, labor his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his body, and disturb his actions.

"Layman, although Taoism is broad, it only crosses those who are predestined."

"Are you complaining about others? Or are you constantly striving for self-improvement? Are you only asking for others? Or are you looking for the right way, knowing that asking others is better than asking yourself?"

"You asked the deity what way to teach you? The deity taught you the way, will you listen or not?"

One voice, one sentence.

In Song Ciwan's body, the zhenqi of the Zuowang Heart Meridian was rapidly consumed, but the invisible fluctuations formed by the technique of spreading the spell almost shattered all the meridians in her body.

She was preaching to Weird, but why wasn't she preaching to herself?

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

This is the real way!

Song Ciwan listened to it, but do you want to hear the weirdness behind her?

The scales of heaven and earth emerged, and several clusters of qi were collected one after another: [Dacheng-level mutated and strange ghosts, hate, sorrow, and evil, nine taels a catty, can be traded. 】

[Great city-level mutated weird spirit, confused, joyful, sad and hateful, can be traded for a tael per catty. 】

[Great city-level mutated and weird elves, grief, pain, and joy, can be traded for sale. 】

[Dacheng-level mutated and weird secluded essence, enlightenment, enlightenment, enlightenment, three or two or seven money, can be traded. 】

……

Song Ciwan was about to be unable to hold on anymore, the strangeness was enlightened, but the pressure behind Song Ciwan was getting heavier and heavier.

It was like changing from one mountain to two mountains.

She whispered, almost drinking from between her teeth: "Fool, let go of the past and redeem yourself, which is also the way to save yourself! If you suffer yourself, the sky will not pity you, if you save yourself, the sky will respect you, you understand Yet?"

boom!
After finishing the last sentence, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

In the deep night, ink clouds gather.

Behind Song Ciwan, the weird woman let out a silent scream. She covered her face with her hand and kept yelling, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——""

The cry was inaudible to ordinary people, but it almost pierced Song Ciwan's eardrums.

The scale of heaven and earth appeared again: [Dacheng-level mutated and strange ghosts, sad, happy, sad, one catty and one tael, can be traded. 】

Weird escaped before the thunder light lit up the night.

At that moment, the strange woman disappeared.

Song Ciwan staggered and threw his body forward, almost falling to the ground.

Then, on the curtain of the day, thunder fell, and accompanied by the lightning flash, there was also a seemingly inconspicuous aura, which fell on Song Ciwan in a flash.

Song Ciwan was in pain all over, but she was stunned.

This fell from the sky, what is it?
It turned out to be an aura from heaven!
　I apologize to my friends, the weather in Guangdong is too hot, and the author has sunstroke due to the heat, so the update is late today.However, there will still be a guaranteed second update, but it will be later, and friends can watch it tomorrow morning.Thank you for your support, pen core~
　　
　
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