Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Mending Stone

As Fan Jian touched the condensed rune, the rune was indeed like a pre-rehearsal and suddenly started a new round of changes.

Fan Jian looked at his fingers with a confused expression, "When did my hand become so terrifying?"

The scattered runes did not spread to the surroundings again, but instead condensed into a flame aura, constantly jumping and burning in front of Fan Jian.

Fan Jian thought to himself, this time it won't be poked again, right?

Just when Fan Jian was still struggling, the flame aura trembled violently, and an indescribable momentum spread out from it.

This breath seems to have come from time immemorial, full of a full sense of age, and accompanied by a suffocating sense of oppression.

This feeling Fan Jian has taught, even the mysterious person he met during the day before also had this kind of coercion, but compared to this reckless aura like a giant beast, it is like a firefly compared to the light of the bright moon, it is simply too small.

"Are you going to die again? In a dream?"

Fan Jian felt that his heartbeat began to slow down gradually, and he couldn't help but think.

And the flame aura in front of him was still exuding this terrifying aura all the time, and suddenly, as if it couldn't withstand this coercion, the flame aura suddenly began to shake violently.

Then countless cracks were visible to the naked eye.

Fan Jian simply saw a completely illegal natural phenomenon, and there would still be cracks in the flames, but if you think about it carefully, everything that is happening now should logically be in a dream, if it is a dream, then it is not uncommon for anything to happen.

After thinking about it, Fan Jian actually began to look at the scene in front of him with great interest, and he almost took a bench to sit here and eat melon seeds.

"Tsk, this aura is also stupid, I just want to summon things that I can't handle, you see that if you get rid of it now, you will break it, right?"

Fan Jian watched happily as his aura began to gradually shatter.

But after thinking about it, Fan Jian was not happy again.

I still broke when I touched it before, but now I haven't done anything, why is it broken?

Could it be that in these years, his gaze is also so powerful?

Fan Jian began to think crankily again.

As a result, at the very second when the aura was about to shatter, the circle within the aura suddenly changed from a blank space to a fullness.

To add a metaphor, it's as if the aura was a portal, as if it was connected to somewhere a second before it shattered.

Sure enough, the next second what came out of the aura portal was a roar that was enough to make people surrender.

It's not a roar, it's just that according to normal human beings, this sound is like some kind of angry cry, and it doesn't have any meaning in it.

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After a loud roar, the portal was not crumbling, but it was also silent.

Fan Jian's gaze involuntarily converged to one point, staring at the portal in front of him.

In the next second, Fan Jian's pupils shrank suddenly.

The aura inside the portal did not disappear with the dimming of the flame aura, but gradually grew from the previous fierce and tough aura.

And this feeling does not shrink as it becomes calm, but gradually expands.

Fan Jian knew that the big guy behind the door was coming.

As expected, a stone came out of the portal, no, it was a long string of stones.

Fan Jian was dumbfounded and looked at the string of stones in the portal.

"Could this be the Great Rock Snake?"

Fan Jian's mind was blank, he had thought of all kinds of scenes, it could be the claws of a towering giant beast, it could be a demon who was invincible in the world, or it could be a strong person in the other world.

But what comes out of the special meow is a large string of stones?

You're not kidding me?

Could this be the stone dung pulled by some stone monster?

Fan Jian opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound.

He pointed to the string of stones in front of him and was speechless.

Suddenly, the string of stones moved and began to writhe, as if not quite adapted to the body.

"Is it still a big rock snake?"

After a while, the stones began to gradually move closer together, head to tail, and slowly twisted into a ball.

Then Fan Jian saw that the appearance of the stone in front of him began to crumble continuously, and all kinds of rubble fell.

And the body is shrinking, but it is gradually becoming a human form.

"Can this big rock snake be transformed? When I was a child, PokΓ©mon was seen in vain?"

Fan Jian's eyes widened as he looked at the stone man in front of him who had turned into a human form but had no face, and after looking at his body for a moment, he looked up and walked over.

Although he had no face, Fan Jian couldn't tell whether this was the stone man coming backwards or walking head-on, but this could not hide the fact that the stone man had obviously discovered himself.

β€œ@#οΏ₯%......”

A series of sounds of wonderful rhythm resounded inside the stone man.

Fan Jian was speechless for a while, "Mom, this stone can actually use ventriloquism." ”

The stone man seemed to understand something, and after tilting his head and pondering for a moment, he uttered a string of stiff female Huaxia words.

"Are you the one chosen by the gods?"

When Fan Jian heard this familiar prophecy, he was stunned for a moment, and after carefully looking at the stone man for a moment, he asked tentatively.

"Are you a Google Translate avatar?"

β€œ...”

Fan Jian and the stone man looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the stone man's face suddenly began to shatter.

"Damn, this is going to be broken?

Fan Jian looked like he was about to collapse.

But the stone man did not shatter as expected, but the stone gradually evolved angular facial features.

"Damn, does this have its own carving skills?"

"Human, are you the one chosen by the gods?"

When Fan Jian heard this, he nodded and shook his head again.

This stone statue is a little bit unclear.

Although he didn't make any sound, he clearly expressed his problem.

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"I am the one chosen by the gods. ”

Fan Jian explained.

But the stone man is a little puzzled, so what are you shaking your head for?

"But I'm not human. ”

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The stone man looked like I don't have a lot of reading, don't lie to me, Fan Jian in front of him is obviously a mortal, is there any other hidden bloodline?

"I am the chosen one. ”

β€œ...”

The stone man looked at Fan Jian with a confused expression, introducing himself seriously.

"What are you?"

Fan Jian pointed to the stone man in front of him.

"You know so many secrets, could it be that you are the chosen stone chosen by the gods?"

Before the stone man could react, Fan Jian instantly smashed his fist with one hand on his other outstretched palm.

"I see, the disaster that the gods said must be that the sky is about to break again, right? And then I am the stand-in of the mythical Nuwa, and you are the stone that mends the sky?"

The stone man still looked at Fan Jian, who had turned into a drama spirit here, with a confused expression.

"Your mending stone doesn't have any function, just bring your own carving, and if you're fine, you can harm yourself, so a big lump of stones, and you'll have such a mess left." ”

Fan Jian looked at this stone man with disgust.

"It's so simple to be my mending stone, can't the gods choose a normal stone? ”

"Anyway, if you can bring your own carving skills, will you carve another stone as well? I want to carve the stone in front of my house into the shape of a beautiful woman, can you do it?"

A series of questions swelled the stone man's head.

I saw the stone man slam the ground.

"I am the Lord God of Heaven and Fire, the Earth and the Flame of the Universe!Manipulate the power of rock and burning!Everywhere I go, magma is everywhere!Everything in the world is combustible!I am the embodiment of fire!"

The stone man proudly introduced his origins.

Fan Jian nodded calmly after hearing this.

"This name is enough, no wonder it can be chosen as a mending stone. ”

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The stone man was a little crying without tears, and he just explained it in vain.