After the fat man finished speaking, he sighed slightly, looking at the many patriarchs in front of him, he suddenly felt that the visual distance was extremely reduced, and gradually began to be compressed, and finally everyone disappeared into an unknown singularity, twisted, collapsed, and disappeared completely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He shook his head, threw the strange speculation out of his head, and when he opened his eyes again, the front was back to normal.

Injected with demonic blood would have many unspeakable powers, and at the same time, it would be accompanied by all kinds of nasty phenomena, and sometimes the world would be distorted, and he had long been accustomed to such situations.

It's just that the side effects have started again, and I've experienced it more than once, so there's nothing strange about it.

It's just that my brain is a little tired.

He let out a long sigh, and his world view changed, and above his head, where he couldn't see, there seemed to be a pulling force coming from above, turning the surrounding space into a picture, constantly distorting, dragging it towards the void.

It seems to be a real view, but it doesn't seem to be a real view, and you can't see it even by sensing it, let alone observing it with the naked eye.

The world is constantly pulled, towards the void, and finally the outside of the world becomes confused and chaotic, beyond the chaos is a pure white, in which black three-dimensional squares float, those squares are constantly deconstructed, reorganized. The worldview continued to magnify, and finally a ripple appeared, and a huge picture scroll slowly emerged.

The heavenly palace diagram is something that existed when the office existed, after the first decoration, this thing is just a decoration, the second time it has the ability to communicate with the heavenly realm, the third ability is to observe all things in the world, the fourth ability is to continue to strengthen on the basis of the original, and even be able to connect the dimensions, with some incomprehensible power to connect the two locations of the same time and space in the underworld, the original god can escape into it, shuttle through the space under the protection of the heavenly way, and carry out a slight intervention in the dark on the designated event in the designated place, and even move beyond the galaxy, but the consumption will also become extremely huge。

The butterfly effect is terrifying, and a butterfly on the other side of the ocean will just flap its wings lightly, and a huge storm will blow on the other side of the ocean. The Leviathan clan evolved from the bloodline of the ancient demon god Leviathan, originally a demon slave clan, and now known as orthodox, it is glorious to have demon blood.

Because of the possession of demon blood, there are many distracting thoughts in his heart, and the world is distorted under the influence of demon blood, and the seven demons seem to belong to the mountain and sea bloodline in Bai Ze's judgment, and they are ancient-level bloodlines, which are extremely powerful.

This kind of power causes their mental instability to be unstable, and the spiritual world is extremely easy to be invaded, of course, no one generally invades the demonic spiritual world, because it is all distorted posture, once a mentally normal person invades, I am afraid that it will not take long to collapse, become a madman, or even die of discouragement.

Of course, this is not a terrible thing for Chen Yuan, he has seen a lot of the distorted world, and he doesn't know how many times he has been distorted just by passing through the gate of returning to the ruins.

A mere ancient-level bloodline can't affect his sanity, not even a tickle. The scene in the demon's mind appeared in Chen Yuan's eyes, and the person's face turned into a clown, revealing a face that was half crying and half smiling, and then the head grew on the buttocks, and the next moment it was twisted back to its original state. The mountain in the distance turned into a laughing monster, and the cold teeth of the forest were open, and there was a naked woman wailing inside, and a demon with a sheep's head behind him wielded a whip, and the next moment it disappeared again. Then a tower of the sun rose from the ground, singing the hymn of heroes inside, and the sound of heaven echoed over the earth.

The sea was rippling, the Tower of the Sun was collapsed, and the people inside were smiling, completely unaware of the fact that they were dead, their bodies were cold, their faces were pale, and their flesh was swollen, but they were still laughing strangely.

A huge alligator whale appeared, with the appearance of a whale, the back of a dolphin, the skin of a crocodile, and it laughed loudly, and its bloody mouth covered the sky and the sun, and swallowed the whole sea.

This was the first time Chen Yuan had seen the power of an ancient troll, and it was indeed awe-inspiring.

But that's not enough to scare yourself.

The picture shatters, the demon is distorted, collapses and disappears, and instead appears a classical park, which seems to be in the Renaissance era.

A bard, dressed in a dejected costume and holding two silver coins in his hand, sings some unknown tune in a high-pitched voice, which seems to praise the suffering of Jesus Christ and the shameless betrayal of Judas.

His eyes were turquoise, like the most secluded forest, and it seemed as if a white bird would fly out of his eyes at any moment. A little girl is led by her mother, and as she passes by the bard, she gently lifts the hem of her skirt. The bard takes off his top hat as a salute, revealing wavy blond hair.

When the little girl had walked past, the bard continued to chant the unknown Divine Comedy, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes heroic, sometimes tear-jerking.

The organ in his hand was a little dilapidated, the violin on his back had no intention of being removed, and the brown top hat with a chicken feather stuck in it looked extremely funny.

Chen Yuan stood behind him, people around him came and went, or greeted each other, or saluted each other, some gentlemen invited ladies to dinner, ladies gracefully refused, from time to time there were literati hurried by, seeing this scene, put pen to record the most wonderful or embarrassing moments.

They can't see Chen Yuan, because this is not history, just a memory of the years.

It was a fragment of the previous Leviathan, or rather the meeting of the remaining agents with the bards before the masters had completely disappeared, because the bloodline has survived to this day.

The fat man himself lived only a little more than a hundred years, and it is impossible to meet this bard of the fifteenth century. But he said, this guy, still alive.

The bard is immersed in his own world, his tone is melodious, as if he is lamenting the beauty of the world, and at the same time indicting the ugliness of the aristocracy, but this is obscure, for the bard, even if there is a slight slander, but if there is no fanfare, no nobleman will surrender himself to deal with a small wanderer.

At the end of the song, the bard took off his top hat and saluted the people who passed by, and some of the noblewomen threw him a few silver coins, and the poet immediately smiled faintly, and that sunny smile made people think that he was a down-and-out prince rather than a wandering bard.

The poet thanked everyone until they had dispersed, but instead of putting on his top hat, he turned to the empty pool and smiled: "You don't applaud, is it my music that can't touch your cold heart?"

He smiled softly, and someone chuckled at his strange behavior.

But Chen Yuan didn't think so.

Because the target of the other party's gift is himself.