Zhang Cong laughed loudly: "Why don't I dare? Don't say you are just a messenger, so what if the God of Sui is in person? Tell me, how to gamble?"
Nian Beast's eyes rolled around, looking at the surrounding smoke and clouds, and said: "I will evolve the cycle of the four seasons and the changes of years now. Let me see what you can do to destroy the process of time. Do you dare to bet?"
Zhang Cong waved his hand: "You are being unreasonable. Who can change the years? Can you? How about I evolve the four seasons and you change it for me to see?"
Nian Beast curled his mouth and said: "You can also evolve the four seasons? Come on, you only know a little bit. Do you think your needle is the way of heaven? Is it just the way of Tao? You are still far behind."
Zhang Cong smiled and nodded: "What you said is true. In terms of the ability to control time, I am indeed not as good as you, but aren't we making a bet now? It's not a fight. My four seasons are not as good as yours, but I can draw.
Moreover, the canvas is made from heaven and the fingers are used to make the brush. Do you dare to take a gamble?"
Nian Beast stared and shouted: "How about betting on the fairy wine in your hand?"
Zhang Cong laughed: "Okay? But if you lose, what compensation will you get?"
Nian Beast rolled his eyes a few times, then suddenly opened his mouth, and a colorful copper bell protruded.
"This is the Ten Thousand Years Clock. It is a magic weapon of the God of Sui. It can control time and is far more valuable than your fairy wine."
Zhang Cong looked at Nian Beast with a suspicious look on his face: "Are you lying? You would use such a valuable thing to bet a pot of wine with me? If you lose, you won't default on it, right?"
Nian Beast laughed loudly: "You think it's a treasure, but it's of no use to me. Besides, I'm just saying, so what if I lose to you? There's no way you can beat me."
Zhang Cong secretly laughed in his heart. The beast was very cute this year. Although he had changed into an old man, his mind was still the same as that of a child. Thinking of this, he asked: "Are you the only one who lives in this wilderness?"
Why isn’t the God of Sui here?”
"Why should I tell you? Wouldn't I be more comfortable if the God of Sui couldn't find me? Why should I be driven by him and be bombarded every year?"
As he spoke, a golden light flashed on the fingertips of Zhang Cong's right hand, and an ink mark was drawn on the rolling smoke cloud.
Zhang Cong used the Taoist Sword Technique of Sword Pointing to the Country. He wanted to draw a picture of the four seasons of smoke and clouds on the Nian star. It would be better if the Nian beast did not destroy it. Once it goes there and causes trouble, it will definitely be trapped in the formation.
Soon above the smoke and clouds, a gorgeous spring mist and rain picture appeared. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, mud swallows brushed willows, ducks played on the pond, and oxen plowed the fields. The spring show was covered with smoke and clouds, and it was the Nian beast who was watching.
, all looked dumbfounded.
The finger sword is like a rainbow, the stars and the moon are flowing in the sway, and a scorching sun leaps above the clouds. In the blink of an eye, the spring spirit in the sky seems to be baked by the scorching sun, changing the scorching summer, with green willows hanging down, cattail fans swaying gently, and the world is dim.
I was about to fall asleep, but in the blink of an eye the autumn wind blew and the scenery changed again.
The mountains are dyed red all over the forest, turning into a picture of a prosperous autumn with thousands of valleys. There are stacks of grain, drooping rice and millet, and farmers with happy faces.
Before the Nian Beast could make any move, the scene changed. There was auspicious snow in the sky, beautiful buildings and jade trees, farmhouses covered with snow in the mountains were filled with smoke, old talismans were replaced with new peaches on the door, and seven or eight children were holding firecrackers in their hands.
, it’s time to set off firecrackers to celebrate the New Year.
The Nian beast standing next to Zhang Cong could no longer bear it. With a roar, it turned into a fiery red Nian beast and jumped directly into the painting. It shook the ten-thousand-year clock on its paw crazily, trying to dissolve everything.
It was nothing, but no matter how it shook, the ten-thousand-year clock could not make any sound. Only then did Nian Beast realize that he had entered the painting.
Zhang Cong's sword points at the mountains and rivers. It is an immortal technique that combines sword skills and formations. It can not only kill and achieve success, but also trap the enemy invisible. Once the Nian beast enters, it will use all its means to achieve success, but it will be in vain.
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Although the Nian Beast now dominates the Year Star, its cultivation level is not very high. It is just a Taoist. Against Zhang Cong, who is proficient in swordsmanship and formations, it naturally suffered a big loss. Zhang Cong flashed golden light in his hand, and countless
The explosion went off right next to Nian Beast.
The Nian beast was so frightened that it jumped up and down, but it couldn't run a few steps away. He was in the painting. Zhang Cong didn't just blow it up with firecrackers, but also let him see ghosts immediately. The types of ghosts had to come out according to Zhang Cong's preferences.
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Nian Beast struggled for a long time before he realized that he had fallen into Zhang Cong's formation. He screamed angrily, and Zhang Cong asked with a smile: "Can you admit defeat?"
Nian Beast cursed: "You liar, this is not a time technique at all, it is a formation technique."
Zhang Cong looked at the Nian beast strangely and asked: "When did I say that I would use the art of time to fight you? I just said that I could evolve the four seasons. Did I create the immortal four seasons? You are such a scoundrel.
You actually don’t admit it when you lose.”
Nian Beast's mouth gnashed, but he couldn't say a word. He was blown up by firecrackers again, and he said dejectedly: "Forget it, I give up."
After speaking, he waved his hand and threw out the ten thousand year clock in his hand.
As soon as the Ten Thousand Years Bell was acquired, a vast and long force of time was immediately poured into Zhang Cong's divine palace, reaching directly to the Suixing. The power of the years refined by the Ten Thousand Years Bell was actually like the source power of the Three Realms of Chaos.
Being completely absorbed by Zhang Cong and not being rejected at all, Zhang Cong couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"Have you learned a lot, you country bumpkin? This purified power of time can only be comprehended but cannot be absorbed, because you are not the god of the wilderness at all, and there is no such thing as the God of Years in the wilderness, so the way of time,
It simply doesn’t exist in the wilderness.”
Zhang Cong felt even more strange: "You said that there is no such thing as the God of Years in the Desolate Land? There is no way of time yet? You mean that the Desolate God will not die, will not grow old, and the world here will not change, right?"
Nian Beast nodded: "I don't know about the great wilderness in the past, but it has been a hundred thousand years since I came here, and the situation here is just like you said. The wilderness is eternal, the god of the wilderness neither lives nor dies, and everything in the world remains in the same state.
, remains unchanged forever.”
"Then what if Aragami died outside? Wouldn't it mean that his soul would be gone and there would be no chance of reincarnation?"
Nian Beast thought for a moment: "I don't know about this, but it is difficult for the Aragami to get out, and it is not easy to die. But I have been in this Chaos Spiritual Source for a hundred thousand years, and I have never seen the young or old Aragami.
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"You've never been to the deserted city in the wilderness, right?" Zhang Cong immediately had a look of disdain on his face.
Nian Beast curled his lips and said, "I can feel the changes in the entire wilderness right here. Why do I go there?"
Zhang Cong laughed loudly: "So this is all my guess? I just said that the wilderness can't be so weird, right? Don't talk nonsense first, let me ask you something. You hid in this wilderness because you were afraid of the new year.
If God takes you back, he won't be able to get in, but are you still young and just got out? You won't be trapped in the wilderness forever, right?"
