Chapter 2341 The Palace of Judgment in the Temple of Light
Shu Yong regretted it!
If I had known that the good things Shu Qianchi said were so great and so insulting to gentlemen, I should have continued to sell calligraphy.
Selling calligraphy is better than selling corpses.
That's right, the former calligraphy stall has become a corpse stall.
There were two bodies in total.
One body is said to be a demigod with twelve angel wings on its back. The skin on its body is crystal clear. Even if it is dead, it still emits bright holy light. The murderous aura it erupts can frighten anyone under the great sage.
monk.
The monks under the Holy King were afraid that they would not be able to get close to his body, and they would be in danger of falling if they got close.
The angel clan is a big clan in the heaven world, with countless clan members. However, there are only a handful of great saints who can cultivate twelve angel wings. Shu Yong could not recognize who was lying on the ground.
The other one was completely black, with deep phantom inscriptions engraved on the surface of his skin.
Even if there is no urging, an ordinary great sage will instantly fall into an illusion and become confused if he comes within ten feet.
At this moment, there are already seven great saints who are trapped in the illusion and walking around the corpse stall like zombies. It can be imagined that the illusion inscriptions on the corpses are so terrifying that ordinary great saints cannot control them at all.
It's a priceless treasure.
Shu Qianchi is dismembering the body.
The corpse of the angel tribe demigod has been divided into more than ten parts.
Twelve angel wings were placed in a pile, and a sign was placed in front of them, which read: "Demi-god wings can be used to refine flying secret treasures. A pair, two hundred sacred stones, each one will not be sold, and there will be no negotiation on the price."
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The words were written by Shu Yong.
Shu Yong swore that he did not write these disgusting words to get the sacred stone from Shu Qianchi. He was a principled and upright person.
However, the hatred between the book world and the heaven world factions runs deep.
There are many masters in the factions in the heaven world, and they support the Confucian world even more, and target the book world everywhere. The monks in the book world have suffered many losses, but it is difficult to take revenge.
Writing these words and participating in the sale of the corpses of the angel clan demigods, he felt happy and felt that a great revenge had been avenged. However, on the surface, he could not show it.
Thinking of this, Shu Yong added another line on the sign: "Monks in the Heaven Realm, 10% off."
"Brother Shu, do you think it's okay for me to write like this?" Shu Yong asked.
Zhang Ruochen was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said: "Okay, no problem. Go ahead, I have dug out the Holy Source!"
“Is the price too high?”
Shu Yong had no experience in this area and was worried that he would not be able to sell it.
Zhang Ruochen said: "The wings of the demigod angel have already given birth to charm inside, which is extremely rare. Two hundred sacred stones, I think it is too low! However, there is a shortage of sacred stones recently, so let's treat it as a cheap sale!"
Zhang Ruochen needs the divine stone not only to activate the sundial, but also to purchase other cultivation resources, which costs a lot of money.
As for Zhenyuan, after Zhang Ruochen thought about it carefully, he felt that the probability of being recognized was very low. Most likely, Zhenyuan had seen his face and guessed that he was the transformation of a monk from the Kunlun world, so he didn't necessarily think that he was.
He is Emperor Wen.
Anyway, the Taishifu had already told him not to tie his hands and feet, so naturally he had nothing to fear.
However, writing is still free!
It’s too easy to have flaws and too easy to be exposed.
This demigod of the angel race with twelve wings is naturally the second-ranked emperor-slayer of the Heavenly Slaughter Organization, Tarsus.
After a while, Zhang Ruochen peeled off the skin from Mo Yang's body.
Apart from this skin, the physical body of Mo Yang, a great spiritual sage, is really not worth much money.
Beside the corpse stall, more and more monks were watching.
I can’t help it, it’s so shocking!
Two well-dressed Confucian and Taoist scholars were selling corpses on the street, but they were divided into pieces. Their outlook was shattered. What was even more shocking was that one of the corpses sold was a demigod from the Twelve-Winged Angel Clan.
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Not every demigod of the angel race can cultivate twelve wings, ten wings is the norm.
"Shu Yong? Oh my God, it's really you. I thought I recognized the wrong person."
A handsome man in white clothes, holding a folding fan and a green pen in his head, crossed the illusion and came to the corpse stall. He said in shock: "Where did these two corpses come from? How can you, a mediocre scholar, do this?
Such a thing happened? It is an insult to politeness, an insult to politeness."
Shu Yong looked embarrassed, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
"I have never seen such a scene. No, I have to draw it."
The man in white looked at it for a long time, then took off the pen on his head and started sketching in the void.
As soon as he started writing, the rules of heaven and earth converged into a scroll that was more than ten feet long.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Who is this person?"
"Hua Chunqiu." Shu Yong whispered.
Zhang Ruochen felt a little familiar, thought about it carefully, and then said: "The person who painted "Nine Immortals and Beauties"?"
Shu Yong nodded.
"Brother Hua, why are you drawing again?"
Another person walked through the crowd of onlookers, walked forward, and walked straight towards Hua Chunqiu. This person was wearing a red robe, tall and tall, with dark skin, like a bull.
Seeing this person, Zhang Ruochen showed a look of surprise and smiled unconsciously.
Shu Yong's face changed slightly and he said: "This man has a good background. He is the son-in-law of the Master of the Palace of Truth. He is a top figure who came out of the Fengshen Camp. Even though he looks like a black fool, his talent is incredible."
Zhang Ruochen recognized Xiang Chunan's cultivation talent and nodded lightly.
However, how could Xiang Chunan, a dark fool, become brothers with the charming and suave Hua Chunqiu?
The two of them didn't seem to be on the same road.
"Bang!"
The scroll in front of Hua Chunqiu burst into pieces and was smashed by Xiang Chunan.
Ink spilled all over the floor.
Hua Chunqiu had a severe headache. This was not the first time!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I won't do it next time!" Xiang Chunan said eagerly, blaming himself.
Hua Chunqiu endured it again and again, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you please stop following me? I just want to paint a good picture."
"I swear, I won't do it next time! I will be very careful." Xiang Chunan said.
Hua Chunqiu lost interest in painting another picture. What could he do? He could only sigh. Why did he provoke this black fool?
Unless you are destined to him, if you follow him all the time, you can't get rid of him.
At this time, Xiang Chunan saw the corpses of Zhang Ruochen and Shu Yong. He walked over in surprise and said, "Two gentlemen, how come you Confucian and Taoist monks are doing this kind of business?"
Shu Yong was embarrassed again and hid his face to avoid it.
Zhang Ruochen, however, was extremely magnanimous and said: "Just sell it as the meat of a holy beast. You can sell some sacred stones."
"You have character, I like it. Brother, what's your surname?" Xiang Chunan asked.
"Book!"
"Brother Shu! I am a disciple of the Temple of Truth, Xiang Chunan, just call me Chu Nan!"
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Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan exchanged pleasantries for a while, and soon became acquainted with each other. They began to call each other brothers and sisters, and the conversation was very pleasant.
Zhang Ruochen learned that Xiang Chunan and Qing Sixue, the daughter of the master of the Temple of Truth, were already married. He immediately felt regretful and claimed that they met too late and could not drink the wedding wine.
Xiang Chunan, however, was generous and told Zhang Ruochen that he could make up for it tonight and he would treat him.
Hua Chunqiu had a good relationship with Shu Yong, and they had a deep friendship. He sat next to him and said with a serious expression: "It's very clever for you to use this trick to disgust the heaven faction. However, these two corpses are from
Where did it come from?"
"Brother Shu, where did these two corpses come from?" Shu Yong turned to ask Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Picked it up."
"Picked it up."
Shu Yong relayed it to Hua Chunqiu.
Hua Chunqiu nodded cautiously and said: "Just pick it up. It can avoid a lot of trouble. Even if the monks from the heaven faction come to our door, we don't need to be afraid. We didn't kill the person anyway."
"Why us? What does it have to do with you?" Shu Yong said.
Hua Chunqiu snorted coldly: "If you make such a big fuss, how can the monks from the Heaven Realm faction not be angry? How can you, Shu Yong, handle it alone?"
"Wow!"
Exhibit the folding fan.
Hua Chunqiu shook his fan and said: "How can I, Hua Chunqiu, be a fearful person? My painting world and the factions in the heaven world have a deep hatred and sworn hatred. By the way, if these things are sold, can I get a share of the sacred stone?"
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Shu Yong was stunned for a long time and said: "This... I can't make the decision."
Zhang Ruochen was generous and kicked Mo Yang's body over, saying: "Brother Hua is a man of iron bones and a hero who shares weal and woe. This body belongs to you. I don't want any of the sacred stones sold."
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Hua Chunqiu inspected Mo Yang's body and saw that the man had extremely high mental power. He used his mental power to temper some special textures on his body.
Although the value is far less than that of the angel clan demigod's body, it is still full of treasures.
"Brother Shu, it's great that Mr. Hua has made you a friend!"
Hua Chunqiu sat behind Mo Yang's body and began to hawk regardless of his handsome image.
There were many onlookers, but no one dared to buy it.
After all, there are still very few monks who dare to offend the heaven faction.
"Crash."
Rapid footsteps sounded.
A group of monks wearing bright holy armor surrounded the corpse stall. All of them had strong cultivation and exuded the aura of the great saint. There were more than twenty monks in total.
All the onlookers retreated into the distance.
"Yong Shusheng and Hua Chunqiu are too courageous. They dare to directly challenge the heaven world. Look, they have alerted the masters of the Judgment Palace of the Temple of Light."
"I don't know who the dead Twelve-Winged Angel Clan demigod is. It's so tragic!"
"The Lord of the Judgment Palace is a ruthless person. Yong Shusheng and Hua Chunqiu will definitely be in bad luck today, and blood may be spilled here."
Shu Yong and Hua Chunqiu showed no fear, but they became nervous.
The Judgment Palace of the Temple of Light is as good as the Judgment Division of the Temple of Destiny. They have a fierce reputation and are decisive in killing. The master of the Judgment Palace is even more ruthless.
In the past, Zhou Yu, who was known as the leader of the faction in the Heaven Realm in the Holy King Realm, walked out from among the great sages of the Judgment Palace.
Seeing Zhou Yu, Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and whispered: "Everyone is gone."
Today's Zhou Yu only has the cultivation level of Baiyong Realm and has become mediocre.
But it cannot be said that he is mediocre. Being able to reach the realm of a great sage is a first-class talent, but it is not worthy of his former style.
Compared with Zhenyuan, Zhouyu is simply two extremes. One is getting more and more amazing, while the other is becoming more and more mediocre. His potential has been exhausted, and he finally became a member of the Hundred Flails Realm Great Sage.
There are too many examples like Zhou Yu. There are only a very small number of monks who can always be powerful and magnificent, and who can break through and become gods.
More and more, those who are influential in the Holy Realm and Holy King Realm will gradually become mediocre, and finally disappear from this world and die in an unknown place.
Being amazing now does not mean that you will be amazing in the future.
The amazing ones are, after all, in the minority.
Zhou Yu stepped aside and made way for Ling Xi, the master of the Judgment Palace.
A new generation replaces the old.
Some people leap into the sky and transform into dragons, while others sink into the sea and turn into dust and mud.