Chapter 574: The Torrent of Time, the Origin of the Zerg

Song Ciwan was wrapped in the torrent and did not resist.

She saw—

At this moment, her eyes were opened, her spiritual sense was fully opened, and at the moment when the torrent of fragments was wrapping up, she clearly saw that in the vast starry sky, there was a cylindrical, beating, weight-like thing, floating in the air.

That's where all the debris comes from!

It was a torrent of countless bizarre images, and those images carried the breath of time. That's, it's clearly a piece of the past that happened in the distant past!

It's just that the screen rotates too fast, and under normal circumstances, it's basically impossible for anyone to see what it is.

No, even a Tianjiao master of Du Xingheng's level couldn't see what those jumping pictures were describing.

Similarly, at first glance, Song Ciwan could not see clearly the specific pictures of those circulation, except for being able to sense the breath of the long river of time and vaguely see the weights in the starry sky.

But not being able to see clearly for a while does not mean that it will never be able to see clearly, in the torrent of rotating waves, Song Ciwan held his mind and summoned the sun and moon without phase of life and death, this spirit weapon that had not been used by her for a long time turned into the sun and moon at this time, close to the center of her eyebrows.

Song Ciwan's Yuan Ling Dao body played a role again, and her strong comprehension made her inspirational at this moment.

With the help of the sun and the moon, she captures the breath of time.

The vicissitudes of heaven and earth, the turn of years, time is a torrent that will never turn back, rushing forward with a resolute and ruthless attitude.

However, as long as time passes, the years of heaven and earth will forever leave the breath of the withering glory of all things in each period of time.

Floating clouds and morning dew should not only be a thaumaturgy that consumes other people's time and boils up the longevity of living beings.

Time, it should still be a broader, grander concept.

The torrent washes and the spirituality surges, at this moment, Song Ciwan, who peeked into the past along the torrent, finally saw a picture that she paid the most attention to in these reincarnation of time imprints.

That's—

That's the origin of the ancient gods and zergs.

The ancient god Zerg turned out to be not a thing from outside the sky!

Yes, they are not extraterrestrial, but ...... Born among all living beings in the world.

Song Ciwan clearly saw what a chaotic world it was.

Thousands of feet of high-rise buildings, steel jungles, neon shining.

It was a world of infinite prosperity......

However, extreme prosperity often blooms on extremely decaying soil.

Song Ciwan saw that in such a prosperous world, there were young people running on the busy streets, crying and laughing, whining and shouting: "Nine out of thirteen!" Donkey rolling! Roll Profit! What else? It's all coming for me, I can't pay it back anyway, I'm going to die, hahaha......"

A middle-aged man stood at the head of the arched bridge, his expression numb, and he muttered: "Anyway, I can't get justice, human life is not valuable, then I might as well be a hundred......"

Instead of crying, he calmly jumped off the high bridge.

Poof, the water splashes gently.

The picture is abruptly flipped to a torrential rainy night, bloody bayonets, a vague plot, and unknown gloom.

Suddenly, the picture changed to a clear and sunny day, under the clear sky, but there was a young mother sitting at the window of the tall building with her child in her arms, without saying a word, and fell down the tall building with the child.

……

Some cry, some laugh, some jump and howl, some close the curtain and smile softly.

Countless pictures, each side is ancient, rippling with an indescribable strange light.

More and more black flowers bloomed in the bustling soil, and finally one day, a hand reached over and plucked those black flowers.

In a cold, pale, and large laboratory, someone held a gossip crystal furnace in his hand and laughed proudly and arrogantly: "It's done!" Hahaha! This seat has become ......"

In the midst of rampant laughter, a fluffy insect foot suddenly poked out of the furnace.

The laughing man was middle-aged, not tall, with a fair face, and he looked as if he was polite.

He stared at the insect foot with a fanatical gaze, like a paranoid admiring his treasure, or a fanatic staring at his god.

The voice that spanned the ages gently reverberated in Song Ciwan's ears from the distant past.

"Baby, great, that's it, hurry up, crawl out...... Go, parasitize those guys, control them, devour them, I want this world, from now on my world, I want this world, from now on there is only one voice of me! ”

He reached out and pointed in a certain direction, which seemed to be the direction of the sunrise.

The worm in the gossip crystal furnace suddenly jumped to the ground and snapped! Suddenly, he slammed the door against the man's face, then turned around and drilled through his eyes into his brain.

The middle-aged man only had time to scream: "Ah! ”

The screams didn't last, but in an instant, the worms started in the brain, gnawing the man from head to toe.

While gnawing, the body of the insect grows. In the process of growing, it cocks its tail and gives birth to countless eggs.

The eggs turn into tiny larvae, which crawl out of the pale laboratory at a flash through cracks in doors, through windows, and even through vents.

On the periphery, there are more living people, more flesh and blood......

The picture flashed rapidly, Song Ciwan's strong true qi had long been exhausted, and she did not hesitate to urge the essence and blood to burn Shouyuan.

Countless images flashed, and in a kind of extreme dizziness, she saw it again...... I saw that middle-aged man who was white and clean again!

Is that person resurrected?

No, it's not.

It was Song Ciwan who went against the torrent of time and saw a more distant picture again.

In the long-along, distorted picture, a young man raised his arms and rushed to the middle-aged man excitedly, shouting, "Teacher, we have found out!" We have determined that Gu Xia Wen really has some kind of magical power that can trigger the resonance of magnetic fields! Teacher, every Guxia text deserves in-depth study......"

He shouted excitedly, and the picture came to an abrupt end at this moment-

No, that's not the final picture.

The final picture is a giant insect that covers the sky and the sun, cruising over the city in the steel jungle, its back is covered with a carapace, and a traditional seal script "chaos" is written on the carapace!

Song Ciwan looked at the word "chaos", and for a moment, the whole person was immersed in the vertical and horizontal strokes of the word "chaos".

When she stared at it for a long time, her heart palpitated and fainted, and suddenly it was as if she had touched something.

Suddenly, the giant worm's head turned in unison.

Then Song Ciwan's gaze vaguely met the large number of cold compound eyes on the head of the giant insect!

At this moment, even across the infinite time and space, Song Ciwan only felt that the cold malice in the eyes of the giant insect seemed to have really shot himself.

Her heart pounded violently, and a mouthful of blood rushed straight up.

(End of chapter)