Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 659: Meeting an old friend again, I want you to see me now
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In front of the City God Temple, the green-robed fairy shouted softly in mid-air, but it was like the sound of gold cutting jade, shocking the world.

When this word was uttered, the originally mighty and tall body of the City God trembled instantly.

The fairy in green raised her hand and an irresistible invisible force rushed out.

Boom boom boom!
That was the sound of Huijiang City God retreating and his footsteps stomping on the ground.

The huge City God Temple and its buildings were all trampled and crushed by the ten-foot-tall image of the City God.

The crowd in the square couldn't help but scream in panic and subconsciously retreated to the side.

But in a crowded situation, this retreat obviously doesn't make much sense except creating more chaos.

But it didn't matter, because the dozen or so female fairies released by Aunt Wen in the first painting had already used their own methods to protect everyone outside the battle circle.

The people's panic was only temporary. In fact, they would not be affected by the aftermath of the battle at this moment.

The green-clothed fairy who was facing the City God simply shouted "go" and then raised her hand and flicked it. The ten-zhang-tall City God not only retreated continuously, but his tall body was also shrinking rapidly. In just a few breaths, he shrunk from ten zhang to one or two zhang.

With such a casual move, he knocked the arrogant City God down from his huge statue. His action was effortless and without a trace of worldly airs. It was just like he was shouting away an ant on the side of the road.

How powerful is this?
It’s incredible——

It's like a god descending to the earth, majestic and unstoppable!
The crowded people could not help but forget the crowd and just looked up at the sky in amazement.

As for Lao Gou, who had been hiding in the cracks in the space, he was already dumbfounded. He pointed his finger in the air and tried for a long time before finally uttering a word: "Then, then, then... you, you... that is, that is not you, Fairy Song, isn't it?"

As soon as he said this, Lao Gou immediately realized that something was wrong.

He quickly slapped his mouth, turned to look at Song Ciwan beside him, and then looked up at the green-clothed fairy in the sky. He finally uttered a complete sentence of shock and horror: "Why, why does the person in the painting look so similar to you, Fairy Song?"

Yes, the green-clothed fairy who walked out of Aunt Wen’s painting was 80% similar to Song Ciwan.

If we have to point out some differences, it is that Song Ciwan is now more powerful, and therefore has a magical aura, and his temperament is really difficult to describe in words.

Song Ciwan smiled slightly and said, "It was an old friend I met by chance. What she painted was indeed me."

In the past, she met Aunt Wen outside Huijiang City, who used her magic to teach her, planting a magical seed for this seemingly ordinary woman.

At that time, Aunt Wen did not understand what cultivation was, nor did she know what a cultivator was. However, under Song Ciwan's guidance, she was able to attract spiritual light from heaven, enter the realm of Taoism through painting, and her talent soared, and she instantly entered the realm of righteousness.

Now when I meet her again, Aunt Wen seems to have mastered some of the magic of painting.

Talented people emerge in every generation. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, you will never imagine how many talented people are hidden among these seemingly mediocre people.

Song Ciwan's tone contained a lot of appreciation and joy that she herself was not aware of. She said: "We have met before, and I even bought her paintings."

Old Gou was surprised and suddenly realized, and immediately said cleverly: "So that's how it is, the fairy must have helped this person before! This is the friendship between a thousand-mile horse and a good horse trainer! It's predestined, wonderful!"

He clapped his hands in praise, and as he spoke, he saw that the City God had been suppressed by the green-clothed fairy in the painting until he was only half a foot tall.

The body of the little City God with three heads and six arms fell from the sky, and it seemed that he would be reduced to dust in the next moment!

At this moment, an angry shout was heard from the distant sky: "Where did these troublemakers come from? How dare you commit treason and offend God? Stop it!" Along with this angry shout, a mighty and powerful pressure, with rolling clouds, instantly came to the sky above the people in the City God Temple.

The dense clouds were pressing down heavily, like a drum beating fast.

A series of rumbling sounds came from the clouds, which seemed to be thunder, or as if thousands of heavenly soldiers were firing their weapons in the clouds!
The people below suddenly staggered to and fro. If it weren't for the protection of the dozen or so female fairies in Aunt Wen's first painting, they would have been in danger in an instant.

A black-robed monk wearing a tall crown stood on the clouds, holding a magic mirror in his hand, and shone it at the green-clothed fairy who walked out of the painting.

In an instant, a huge beam of light blasted out from the mirror, and soon fell on the body of the green-clothed female fairy, covering her.

Aunt Wen, who was originally calm, was suddenly shocked and said in horror: "No!"

But it was too late. When the beam of light fell, the originally solid body of the green-clothed fairy instantly turned into vapor.

The next moment, green smoke began to rise from the scroll in Aunt Wen's arms.

The scorching temperature made Aunt Wen tremble all over. She said anxiously, "My painting! My painting!" But she was reluctant to throw away the smoking scroll in her hand.

Seeing the situation turn around in an instant, Song Ciwan stepped out from the void.

In the eyes of others, it seemed that the green-clothed fairy in the air had turned into vapor in an instant, but another green-clothed fairy suddenly appeared out of thin air beside Aunt Wen.

The fairy stretched out her hand and the smoking scroll stopped smoking.

She smiled softly and said, "Aunt Wen, take a closer look. This is me now. The sky is vast and the earth is all in my palm. The vast universe is just like morning and evening."

As he spoke, he stepped into the air and instantly arrived opposite the man in black robe in mid-air.

The black-robed man's expression of shock and anger had not yet faded. He opened his mouth and subconsciously scolded: "You..."

The voice stopped abruptly, because Song Ciwan waved his hand, and thousands of soldiers appeared densely in the sky!
Thousands of Taoist soldiers, each holding a magic weapon, look powerful and imposing.

As the saying goes, clouds are clothes and wind is horses, and immortals are listed like hemp.

Thousands of Taoist soldiers before him were riding the wind and clouds, and their array was like stars, just like the grand scene described in the poems of ancient sages.

Among the thousands of Taoist soldiers, none of them is lower than four stars in rank.

Four-star level is equivalent to the God Transformation Stage among immortal cultivators!

A thousand celestial soldiers lined up in formation, what does this mean?
In the counties of the Great Zhou, the highest administrative officials such as the county magistrate and the city god are only at the level of deification!
And in a county, how many people who have reached the state of spiritual transformation, how many people who have reached the third level of innateness, and how many people who have reached the state of righteousness can there be?
The black-robed man above the dense clouds was originally very aggressive, but now his legs went weak. He only hated his parents for not giving him a few more incarnations, otherwise he could have replaced himself with the incarnation and turned around and ran away.

Why do I have to come back for the third time when nothing is wrong?
Why do you have to come forward at this time?

Yes, this black-robed man was exactly the same one who had scolded the City God of Huijiang in the inner hall earlier.

He turned back three times, but happened to run into Song Ciwan's gun.

Below, the Huijiang City God, who had shrunk to a size of only a few feet, crouched quietly, intending to minimize his presence and then escape quietly.

And in the sky, thousands of Taoist soldiers lined up, but this was not Song Ciwan's limit.