Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 644: Are you worthy of being called an “ancient god”?
Song Ciwan felt an incomparable shock.

How can a tiny insect show off to the world? The world is so big, but the insect is so small!
But soon, Song Ciwan clearly discovered that the insect was lying on one of the connection points where the world's veins were intertwined. When its wings moved slightly, several meridian lines on that connection point shook instantly.

Immediately afterwards, an even stronger feeling of stagnation and the impulse of self-destruction struck Song Ciwan’s heart.

She found herself like a puppet, and if the other end of the string moved at all, she would be heartbroken.

She couldn't move on her own and had no power to resist, so she could only allow the insect to approach her slowly, step by step.

She raised the spirit sword in her hand, but pointed the blade at herself.

The rain was still pouring down, and there seemed to be no end to the sky's weeping.

Seeing this scene, two figures thousands of miles away couldn't help but become inexplicably nervous.

Nuxian said: "Brother, are you and I really not going to take action and let Song Zhao die?"

Chen Xian said calmly: "If he is truly a person of great luck, he would not die so easily. If he dies, he is not a person of great luck. Then, who is the genius of this era? It is still up for discussion."

Without waiting for Nuxian to say anything, he continued, "Besides, which era has not had protagonists? A thousand years ago, our good disciple Ying Huai was the protagonist, and seven hundred years ago, the then Emperor Zhou was the protagonist. But what about these protagonists now? Some are buried in the dust of history, some are broken into mud, some are absorbed into the devil, and they are still like headless flies, wandering around the world."

Chen Xian sighed: "How can a moment of dominance compare to thousands of years? How can it compare to eternal life? If Song Zhao is not dead this time, you and I will naturally invite her to Kunlun for a chat. If she dies, she will just be regarded as a martyr!"

Nuxian agreed with what he heard, and said: "Brother, you are right. You are thoughtful."

The immortal stroked his beard and smiled.

Thousands of miles away, in the western suburbs.

Song Ciwan's brain was working rapidly, and she struggled with all her might. Finally, when the sword blade touched her neck, she peeled off the silk and saw clearly the vein node covered by the insects.

What does the thickest silk thread look like?
Yes, at first glance, all the silk threads in the world looked gray and blurry in Song Ciwan’s eyes.

Although they might be the embodiment of the principles of this world, there are so many rules and principles that make up the operation of the world. It is normal for Song Ciwan to find them blurry and difficult to distinguish at a glance.

It can even be said that there was not a single thread of truth that Song Ciwan could see clearly!
Her true realm is only the celestial realm. She has not even reached the true realm, let alone the higher level of unity with the Tao?
But Jian Xin's clear mind helped her break the barrier between her and this world. At a certain moment, because of the movement of that silk thread, Song Ciwan finally saw clearly -

That was a road full of bones!
The skeleton was covered with flowers, countless flowers clustered and rotated, and were moved by the insect's feet, tightly sealing Song Ciwan at this time and then devouring him!
Skeleton?

Flowers?

Song Ciwan was shocked, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

Skeletons build the road to the emperor, while blooming flowers are cages.

Since this king insect race was created because of the death of Emperor Zhou, why not regard it as another continuation of Emperor Zhou's life?
If Emperor Zhou wanted to ban her, how would she break it?
Song Ciwan pushed hard with his sword-holding hand outwards, and with a flash of spiritual light, the huge cage made of endless flowers loosened for a moment.

It was at this moment that Song Ciwan activated his supernatural power: infinite strength!

The first level is extremely strong, strong enough to lift a tripod;

The second level of immense strength, as heavy as a raging wave;

The third level of great strength, moving mountains and conquering the sea;

The fourth level of immense strength, the strength to support the sky;

And now, Song Ciwan has cultivated to the fifth level of infinite strength, catching stars and taking the moon! Although he has only just entered the fifth level and does not really have the ability to pick the stars in the sky, he is already infinitely close.

Powerful force, infinite power, once again played a decisive role in Song Ciwan's combat career!

One force can break all laws, and straightforward power will always be the most unsolvable killing move in the world.

Although the giant king insect on the opposite side used the Dao rhythm to bind Song Ciwan, it could not help but be hit by the huge force at this moment and let out a sharp howl.

It screamed angrily, "Traitor! Human slave! I am an ancient god, and how dare a human slave resist? Why don't you surrender!"

The sharp sound caused the already dilapidated Zhelong Mountain to shake and roar even more, and the mountain rolled down.

Several gray and white lines in the void seemed to be changing color, and invisible silk threads bound Song Ciwan tighter.

Song Ciwan was unmoved. She even responded with angrily, "You are just a parasite. You learned the word 'god' and thought you were a god. If you were a real god, why did you learn to speak human language? You speak Chinese but call people slaves. You are the most shameless!"

Then, the hand holding her sword finally broke free from the restraint of infinite Taoism.

She thrust out her sword, using it as a pen to write the word "人" (person) one after another in the air.

While writing, Song Ciwan shouted: "I am a human, what are you?"

"Call yourself an ancient god, are you worthy?"

"If you are really an ancient god, why do you want to learn human language?"

"Without language and civilization, what right do you have to call yourself a god?"

"Who sealed it? Who acknowledged it?"

"You are so self-righteous, so self-righteous, so ridiculous!"

The Chinese character "人" fell down like a star, but with infinite power, it rumbled towards the strange insect opposite.

This strange insect was obviously extremely huge, but at this moment, it looked tiny in Song Ciwan's eyes.

It was clearly in the form of a complete insect, but Song Ciwan seemed to see the shadow of Emperor Zhou through its insect body.

That shadow that seemed powerful but was actually trembling and hiding behind numerous secret plots...

Even if such an ancient god insect race is the king, even if it has seized the power of a certain avenue, so what?

The word "人" was bombarded, and then Song Ciwan quickly wrote the word "文明".

The two words combined to form a larger star-like character, which brought with it endless and magnificent power, majestically pressing down on the multi-winged monster insect.

There are countless magic eye patterns between the wings of this insect, and at this moment, these countless patterns suddenly twisted, the magic eyes closed and dissipated, making a series of sharp screams.

It couldn't respond to Song Ciwan's words, not even a single one, and couldn't refute a single word!
Because once it refutes, what comes out of its mouth will inevitably be the Chinese language.

And if it cannot speak Chinese, what language can it use to refute Song Ciwan?

The giant worm was caught in a chaotic paradox.

(End of this chapter)