God Emperor

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, said to be a demigod, had twelve angel wings on its back. The skin on its body was crystal clear, and even though it was dead, it still emitted bright holy light. The murderous aura that bursts out can frighten the monks under the Great Sage.

The monks under the Holy King were afraid that they would not be able to get close to his body. If they got close, they would be in danger of falling.

The angel clan is a big clan in the heaven world, with countless clan members. However, there are only a handful of great sages who can cultivate twelve angel wings. Shu Yong failed to recognize who was lying on the ground.

The other one was completely black, with deep fantasy inscriptions engraved on its skin.

Even if there is no urging, an ordinary great sage will instantly fall into an illusion and become confused if he gets within ten feet.

At this moment, there were already seven great sages who were trapped in the illusion, walking like zombies near the corpse stall. It is conceivable that the illusion inscriptions on the corpse are so terrifying that ordinary great sages cannot control them, so they can be regarded as priceless treasures.

Shu Qianchi is dismembering the body.

The corpse of the Angel Clan demigod had been divided into more than ten parts.

Twelve angel wings were placed in a pile, and a sign was erected 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 bargaining." "

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 Heaven World factions runs deep.

There are many experts in the factions in the heaven world. They support the Confucian world even more and target the book world everywhere. The monks in the book world suffered countless losses, but it was difficult for them 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. But, on the surface, it cannot be shown.

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 a 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 needed the divine stone not only to activate the sundial, but also to purchase other cultivation resources, which was very expensive.

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, and he didn't necessarily think he was 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 Killer in 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.

No way, it’s so shocking!

Two well-dressed Confucian and Taoist scholars sold their corpses in the street, and they were still in pieces, and their outlook on life was shattered to pieces. What was even more shocking was that one of the corpses for sale was a demigod from the twelve-winged angel tribe.

Not any demigod from 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, 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 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 asked: "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 man, wearing a red robe, was tall and dark-skinned, 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 talent for cultivation and nodded lightly.

However, how could Xiang Chunan, a dark fool, call himself brother to the charming and suave Hua Chunqiu?

The two of them didn't seem to be the same person.

"Bang!"

The scroll in front of Hua Chunqiu exploded 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 he could do was to sigh. Why did you provoke this black fool?

Unless you are destined to be with 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, why do you Confucian and Taoist monks get into 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!"

…

Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan chatted for a while, and soon became acquainted with each other. They began to call each other brothers and sisters, and they had a great time chatting with each other.

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 really wonderful 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? 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?" "

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." "

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, feel good, Hua has made you a friend!"

Hua Chunqiu sat behind Mo Yang's body and began to shout 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 factions in the heaven world.

"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 brave. They dare to directly challenge the heaven world. Look, they have alerted the palace 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 and the Judgment Division of the Temple of Destiny are both worthy of a fight, with a savage reputation and decisive killings. The Lord of the Judgment Palace is a first-class ruthless person.

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 a hundred-flag realm cultivation and has become mediocre.

But it can't be said that he is mediocre. Those who can reach the realm of the Great Sage have first-class talent, but they are not worthy of his former style.

Compared with Zhenyuan, Zhouyu is simply two extremes. One is becoming 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. After all, there are only a handful of monks who can always be powerful and magnificent, and who can break through and become gods.

More often than not, those influential figures 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, 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.

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