Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 767: Unpredictable Existence

Under the distant sky, Song Ciwan held the Xuanwu Guanshan Seal in his hand and flew straight up to meet the oncoming black and white light ball without dodging.

Two black and white light balls that were powerful enough to split space and burn boundaries fell on her, burning the phantoms of the mountains surrounding her with crackling sounds.

The shadow kept shrinking and seemed to be in danger.

But these actually had no effect on Song Ciwan's body at all. She had crossed the space in an instant and arrived between the clouds in the sky where the black and white dragons were.

The black dragon roared: "The evildoer will die——"

Before the roar ended, Song Ciwan suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at it.

Stealing the sky and changing the day!

Exchange the seven-star spiritual material Yanxia Miasma for the black dragon in front of you.

Although the value of Yanxia Miasma itself is far from comparable to that of the Black Dragon, but Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day is not a spell of equal exchange, but a unique skill of a thief who deceives the world!

If you really reach a high level of practice, it is not impossible to exchange a grain of sand for a star.

Song Ciwan's cultivation was not very good before, so she could only make equal exchanges. Now that her cultivation has improved, she will always spare time and energy in the cultivation space to practice this art of stealing the world. Naturally, exchanging a seven-star spiritual material for the black dragon is no longer a fantasy.

What's more, at this moment, Song Ciwan even felt that he had actually overexerted himself!

Perhaps, she doesn't even need to use seven-star spiritual materials.

The black dragon on the opposite side had just spit out mysterious light, and the sound shook the sky. His posture was originally majestic, but the next moment, it shrank directly and appeared in Song Ciwan's palm!
The moment the two sides looked at each other, Black Dragon was obviously confused.

Song Ciwan reacted quickly. She instantly realized that something was wrong with the black dragon form.

Originally, most of the black dragon's body was hidden in the clouds, with only a two or three meter long neck with a dragon head exposed outside the clouds.

The dragon's neck is raised high, its head is ferocious, and its majestic appearance is like a myth.

But when the black dragon's body shrank and was held in Song Ciwan's palm, everything was different.

At this moment, Song Ciwan could clearly see that behind the ferocious and majestic dragon head and neck, there was actually a gray, fleshy body connected to it!

The body of the worm was as long as a thin rope, with circles of dark gray and light gray rings on it. Although it was very fleshy, it did not look cute. On the contrary, because the skin was sticky, the rings were tight, and the thin legs on the flesh worm's abdomen were arranged like suction cups and were still nervously wriggling, with mucus dripping from them.

Song Ciwan cultivated her mind and controlled her character, so she would not be easily frightened by anything. But at this moment, she couldn't help but cried out in surprise: "Shh!"

She opened her mouth and uttered divine sounds.

At the same time, the black dragon head screamed: "Ahhhh——"

"Hoohoho-"

The black dragon head’s scream was even more intense than Song Ciwan’s.

At this moment, both parties were extremely frightened, one was frightened by the other's ugliness, and the other was frightened by his own ugliness.

Song Ciwan angrily threw his hand away, but his palm was spinning with suction.

In a flash, she threw away the lower half of the black dragon's body, but at the same time, she turned her palm slightly, and the powerful suction force continued, tightly sticking the black dragon's neck in her palm.

Song Ciwan pinched the black dragon's neck, lifted it up far away, and held it in mid-air.

"I was wondering what you were? Turns out you're a fleshworm! No wonder you hid your body and never showed it to anyone."

Song Ciwan laughed, and the scale beside him trembled wildly, receiving waves of air: [Divine Breath, Ancient God Insect Race Alien King Body of shame, anger, hatred, and confusion, seven catties and nine ounces, can be traded.] Ancient God Insect Race, King Body!
It turns out that this is not a dragon, but an ancient god insect.

It's even a royal body!

Song Ciwan pinched the king-body insect in his hands as if he was pinching a soft-legged insect.

The white dragon head, still hovering in the clouds, turned around and fled. A tall tower was seen descending from the sky. The white dragon head shook its head slightly.
Then it would rush into the tall tower along with the clouds and mist.

Its speed is as fast as a flash of time -

No, it was even faster than time, so fast that even someone like Song Ciwan who had mastered the art of time could not catch it in time.

As a result, Song Ciwan only had time to step into the tower and chase after it when the shadow of the tall tower was about to disappear into nothingness again.

Once people entered the tower, they found themselves surrounded by darkness.

A faint female voice sighed in the vast darkness: "My friend, why do you have to do this? With your current level of cultivation, is there anything in this world that you cannot obtain? What's the point of pursuing so relentlessly? It's just provoking some unpredictable beings in vain."

Song Ciwan stood in mid-air, not caring about the darkness before her eyes. She just tilted her head slightly and said calmly, "Unpredictable existence? Sir, please tell me, what is an unpredictable existence? For example..."

She shook the black dragon worm in her hand and sneered, "Is it like this soft-legged reptile in my hand right now?"

The black dragon's head was held by her, just like a long snake being pinched by its vital points, and it could not use any of its ferocious power.

Not only was he unable to exert any strength, but even more so, the power in his body was like a flood that had been opened, madly leaking out towards Song Ciwan's palm.

There was clearly a whirlpool and an abyss in Song Ciwan's palm.

This means that even though she is a human, she can quickly absorb the special power of the black dragon head, who is a member of the ancient god insect race.

A chaotic, twisted, sharp and destructive force surged into her meridians, and was instantly decomposed into the most primitive spiritual energy by the ubiquitous vortex in her meridians.

During this period, a lot of power dissipated, and then a large amount of it was captured by the scale of heaven and earth.

[Bad luck, bad luck from the energy decomposition of the ancient god insect race alien king body, three pounds and four ounces, can be traded. ]

[Unlucky... 2.7 jin, can be sold as collateral.]

【Four pounds and nine ounces...】

【Five pounds and seven ounces...】

【Five pounds and three ounces...】

[Six pounds and five ounces…]

……

These dissipated powers are actually bad luck!
As Song Ciwan increased his suction on the black dragon head, the bad luck that dissipated gradually increased.

Before long, the scales of heaven and earth absorbed nearly a hundred kilograms of bad luck, and this figure was still growing rapidly.

This series of changes happened extremely quickly, almost as fast as the previous leap in time by the White Dragon Head. By the time the Black Dragon Head reacted again, its body, which had shrunk to only the length of two palms, had shrunk even further, as if only a layer of insect skin was left.

The black dragon head screamed miserably, and it roared hoarsely: "Old White, save me!"

The voice of the White Dragon Head sounded immediately afterwards: "Daoyou, the unpredictable existence is sacred and inviolable. Daoyou insists on making mistakes, and I can do nothing about it. I can only ask Daoyou to enter the Xunxian Tower again and consult your conscience."

(End of this chapter)