Song Ciwan continued to tear apart the evil spirits of smoke while checking the newly received air masses in the scales of heaven and earth.
[The wrath of evil spirits, the wrath of flying spirit-level wild gods in the mountains can be sold for one pound or two. 】
[The wrath of evil spirits, the wrath of flying spirit-level wild gods in the mountains can be sold for two pounds or one tael. 】
[The wrath of evil spirits, the pain of the flying spirit-level wild gods in the mountains can be sold in two pounds or three taels. 】
[The Wrath of Evil Spirits and the Regret of the Flying Spirit-level Wild God in the Mountains weigh two pounds and five taels, which can be sold for sale. 】
[The wrath of the evil spirits, the wrath of the flying spirit-level wild gods in the mountains weighs two pounds and seven taels, which can be sold for sale. 】
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Balls of Qi poured towards the scales of heaven and earth like a flood that had opened.
The scales of heaven and earth are unmoved, and they can only take on this wild harvest.
But Song Ciwan's eyes were fixed on the key explanation of the scale of heaven and earth: Feiling level wild god?
It turns out that this evil spirit is really a mountain god!
It's just that this mountain god is a "false mountain god", an evil god, and a wild god. Not the True God of Great Zhou!
Song Ciwan knew very little about the spiritual system, and could not tell what level the so-called "Flying Spirit Level" was, and what realm it corresponded to among immortal cultivators—perhaps becoming a god?
Although Song Ciwan was tearing apart the smoke evil spirit with his hands, it seemed that he was doing it right and effortlessly. But in fact, only she herself knew how much power she really used in order to tear this evil spirit apart.
This thing is really weird and unpredictable and extremely difficult to deal with.
In Song Ciwan's view, this flying spirit level evil spirit is actually more difficult to deal with than the small city level evil spirit.
What makes it really difficult to deal with is not even how tyrannical its power is. Of course, the power of this evil spirit is already very impressive, so there is no need to question it.
The truly terrifying thing about this evil spirit is that it can create illusions, creating illusions one after another, creating terrifying illusions that make people unable to tell the difference between true and false, and always shuttle endlessly in the illusory world!
brush--
With Song Ciwan's final tear, the evil smoke spirit completely dissipated into nothingness in her hands.
There was only a lingering sound of lamentation, faint and faint in the wave-like turbulent mountain scenery.
Song Ciwan's eyes lit up, and she felt as if she had torn away layers of hazy veils. After the veils were torn, the world finally returned to her clearly.
Looking over again, the scene in front of me has changed.
The mountain temple is still the same mountain temple, but the mountain temple has not collapsed, nor has it been smashed into ruins by Song Ciwan's thunder.
Song Ciwan's thunder technique was also used. Stars hung low in the sky. In front of the mountain temple, the grass and trees were stained with frost and the vegetation was lush. There was no trace of the original lightning strikes!
Therefore, Song Ciwan thought she had arrived in front of a mountain temple, but in fact she did arrive in front of a mountain temple. It was just a temple on another mountain, but not on this mountain temple.
From the moment she saw Guo Laojiang and others in the temple, she had already fallen into an illusion.
What does the destruction of the mountain temple in the fantasy world have to do with reality?
Therefore, the actual mountain temple is still intact.
Except...through the open temple door, Song Ciwan saw that there seemed to be a thin crack between the eyebrows of the mountain god statue in the temple.
At first glance, the tiny cracks look like the mountain god has eyes, or the mountain god is crying.
A kind of faint sadness lingers around, which is difficult to describe.
It is worth mentioning that in reality, there are no "people" such as Guo Laojiang in the mountain temple.
Song Ciwan used the Dayan Transformation Technique and counted with his fingers.
In the sea of consciousness, the seeds of her inner demon beat, and the gods also opened their eyes. Finally, in the fog, she saw the shocking truth!
It turned out that Guo Laojiang and others had died long ago.
They all died a long, long time ago.
From the very beginning, when Song Ciwan and Tushan Keji climbed Tianlong Mountain at night and saw Guo Laojiang and others from a distance, Song Ciwan and Tushan Keji had actually fallen into an illusion.
At that time, the so-called "caravan climbing" they saw was actually an illusory repetition, not a real existence.
Guo Laojiang and others once climbed Tianlong Mountain at night, but they died due to the instigation of evil spirits and their own delusions.
This way of death is really too painful and painful.
Guo Laojiang and others were all filled with resentments, and these resentments formed a strange force field under the control of evil spirits.
So they repeated what happened every night on Tianlong Mountain. They may also be looking forward to the fact that if the old things happen again and again, will they finally get a different ending?
Unfortunately, no.
Every time they were all killed, no one was spared.
Tangled in resentment, Guo Laojiang and others have long been inhuman. In fact, they are not even weird. They have become the condensed body of grievances in the illusion of evil spirits, helping the evil spirits to do evil and working as evildoers!
Because they are not even weird and do not have complete consciousness before death, no matter how their emotions fluctuate in the illusion, Song Ciwan's heaven and earth scale cannot collect their energy.
In the entire illusion, only the evil spirit is the real living being.
Although it is a dead creature, the opposite of life, as long as it has complete consciousness, Song Ciwan can collect his "wrath of evil spirits".
Song Ciwan calculated with his fingers and understood all the causes and consequences. At this point, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.
The big white goose tilted its head beside Song Ciwan and kept saying "quack", as if it was completely unable to understand how a ruined mountain temple could become whole again——
The big white goose obviously has no feeling at all about fantasy and reality.
"Quack!"
"Ang ang ang!"
"Kangkongkangkang!"
The big white goose flapped its wings excitedly and screamed curiously!
While calling it, it kept pacing around Song Ciwan, as if wanting to express its uncontrollable emotions.
Song Ciwan had not been able to receive inhuman emotions from Guo Laojiang and others before, but now he received a lot of "demon hearts" from Big White Goose.
[Demon heart, the surprise, excitement, and confusion of the goose demon in the pseudo-psychic stage can be sold for one pound or six taels. 】
[Demon heart, the thrill, excitement, and joy of the goose demon in the pseudo-psychic period can be sold for one pound and nine taels. 】
【Demon heart...】
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Song Ciwan didn't understand at all why the big white goose could still be happy after the thrill was over, but seeing the big white goose regain its mood after calling once, Song Ciwan also felt happy.
She picked up the big white goose again and said: "Dabai, there are many strange things in this world that I have never experienced and can't imagine. This time we have experienced another one. Do you think it is quite interesting?"
Big White Goose: "Ang, ang, ang!"
Song Ciwan hugged the goose and no longer stopped in front of the mountain temple.
She could sense that some kind of wonderful spirituality in this mountain temple seemed to have dissipated.
Although it seems that the mountain temple is still intact, in fact there is only an empty shell left.
Song Ciwan then hugged the goose and continued walking forward. She crossed the top of Tianlong Mountain, her steps seemed slow but actually fast, and she walked down the mountain.
She continued to say to Dabai Goose: "Dabai, people's hearts are unpredictable. Everyone knows this, but when faced with it, how many people can really see through this unpredictable situation? People can't even grasp their own hearts, let alone their own hearts. There’s no need to talk about other people’s feelings.”
Big White Goose: "Kangkangkangkang!"
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One person and one goose, walking away in the night.
In the distant Zhongzhou and Shangjing, the list of all-spirited geniuses standing high, but at a certain moment, a line of words suddenly turned over and moved.
