The Return of the Perfect Ten Evils

At night, the bonfires are beating, the stone village is brightly lit, and there is a lot of noise, shouts, voices, and laughter.

This is a rare event, held for Chi Cang to join the Shicun family. Every clan member is happy and grateful to God for bringing such an extraordinary young man to Shicun.

He is extremely powerful, stronger than the strongest person in Shicun. Shilinhu has tried it, but even if he uses the ancestral weapons left by the Stone Clan to compete with Chi Cang, he is still far behind.

Neither the fierce beast arm bone nor the blood-stained ancient animal skin could do anything to Chi Cang. He didn't need to resist at all. He could resist with just his physical body, even if the ancestral weapon was activated by the Stone Forest Tiger and the Stone Flying Jiao. A bright mysterious symbol appeared, but it was useless and could not hurt it in the slightest.

This result is both surprising and expected.

You know, this is an existence that can run rampant while lying down and sleeping. It is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even if they lose their memory, they cannot shake it.

Since he came to Shicun and went hunting with the hunting team, the tribesmen have never been injured again, and every time they return with amazing harvests and full rewards.

Patriarch Shi Yunfeng was delighted to have such an extraordinary person in the village, but he knew that Chi Cang had lost his memory at this time, and if he regained his memory, he might not stay.

In order to strengthen the cohesion of Shicun, he proposed to hold such a party to enhance mutual feelings, which was unanimously approved by the clan elders.

There is no village that does not want to have such a powerful person and does not want to keep him.

Chi Cang sat by the fire, motionless, just looking ahead quietly, seemingly immersed in his own world, out of tune with the joy around him.

Yingwu's face was flushed red by the firelight, and his eyes seemed to contain stars, shining in the dark night.

"Uncle, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about your relatives?" Next to him, the little boy asked curiously with his eyes wide open. He was born precocious and understood everything quickly and learned quickly.

Chi Cang was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Relatives?

Does he have any relatives? Probably, but I have completely forgotten all about it.

Squeezing the little one's cute red face, he replied: "Uncle can't remember his relatives, but for me now, you are the closest people to me."

This stone village is really simple, and the people in the village are very nice. There is no so-called intrigue, vicious schemes, etc. It gives people the warmth of home and a sense of belonging. In short, Chicang is very comfortable, and the villagers We get along very well.

When the little boy heard this, he nodded happily, then picked up the earthen jar and drank several mouthfuls of the animal milk, showing a satisfied expression.

Seeing him enjoying himself, a smile appeared on Chi Cang's lips unconsciously, and at the same time, there was also a hint of pity.

The memory of Shi Cun continues to revive, and all the future of the child in front of him emerges in his heart, with both sadness and joy.

He seemed to have witnessed in advance a well-behaved and sensible child who transformed into a big devil and stirred up endless troubles in the outside world. He also witnessed a little boy gradually grow into an upright man in the joys and sorrows.

Sometimes, Chi Cang would wake up from his sleep because some of the scenes in his dreams were too scary.

The black fog that corroded everything on the earth, the ferocious bone spurs, the dazzling golden spears, the blackened and dry willow stumps, etc., all appeared in his dream one by one.

At this moment, Chi Cang still couldn't understand the meaning of these things, but he knew that they were all related to him, because there was an emotion in his chest that resonated with them.

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The bonfire was blazing, and the tribesmen formed a circle in front of the altar to worship the Willow God, hoping that the spirit would bless Shicun all the best this year.

This is a routine that hasn't changed in decades.

All the other tribesmen were worshiping devoutly and praying for peace in their hearts.

Only Chi Cang remained unmoved. He stood there with a bright light shining in his eyes. Faintly, the light seemed to be transforming into complex symbols. A mysterious power diffused from it, allowing his gaze to extend. See places that ordinary people cannot see.

Over the past few days, Chi Cang has been experiencing this situation. There is a feeling that power is about to surge out, but it is always a little short of it. There is an invisible barrier blocking it.

At this moment, the power in the pupils was the first to break through the so-called barrier and come out.

He looked directly at the charred trees and the bright wickers swaying in the wind, and saw a scene he had never seen before.

There is a figure in white, sitting cross-legged among the charred wooden piles at the end of the green wicker. She is whiter than the snow, and there is endless flames burning behind her head. It seems that three thousand divine kingdoms are emerging in the flames, and there are murmuring sacrifices. sound.

There is no doubt that she is Liu Shen.

It can be seen that Liu Shen is at a critical moment at this moment. The god sitting cross-legged inside is glowing and absorbing a drop of indescribable liquid.

This drop of liquid is astonishing, entwined with dazzling thunder, endless destruction and vitality intertwined, as if it contains a vast world of thunder, emitting dazzling light.

At present, Liu Shen has only absorbed about one-third, and it will take at least a year to absorb them all.

For some reason, when Chi Cang saw the drop of liquid filled with lightning, his chest felt itchy, as if something inside was connected to it.

In the past few days after integrating into Shicun, Chi Cang has learned from the mouths of his tribe what happened before he woke up.

At that time, there was a ball of light rising from his chest, and Willow God's only wicker rushed into the ball of light, and received great benefits from the ball of light. According to the descriptions of the villagers, many thunder dragons crawled out of the ball of light. , and was finally absorbed by Liu Shen.

When everything was over, the light ball returned to his chest.

Looking at it now, the drop of thunder fluid most likely came from the mysterious light group in his chest.

After touching the itchy place on his chest, Chi Cang looked at himself.

At this time, he had no so-called magic power, and his infinite strength was purely physical power. However, the power awakened in his pupils allowed him to see inside.

Under his sight, this body revealed terrifying potential. It contained a vast ocean of terrifying power, like a vast sea of ​​smoke, like a huge treasure, just waiting to be excavated later.

Through the flesh and blood, Chi Cang saw the looming ball of light, which was resonating with the thunder fluid in Liu Shen's place.

There was thick haze, thunder and lightning intertwined, and chaos filled the air. A simple, mysterious and complex square thing revealed the tip of the iceberg.

It is really very old, and it is difficult to tell what era it came from. Many of the flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers and lands, terrifying beasts, etc. engraved on its surface have long since disappeared or become extinct, and it is difficult to find them anywhere in the world.

The light mist was hazy, lightning roared, Chi Cang squinted slightly, and recognized that this was a pool containing treasure liquid condensed by thunder and lightning. It was crystal clear and sparkling with divine light, as if it came from the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth and the birth of chaos.

"A thunder pool."

Chi Cang said to himself, a little surprised, he knew what Liu Shen got from him, it was a drop of thunder liquid in the thunder pool in his body.