I Have a City in a Different World

All the monks' eyes fell on Tang Zhen's hands.

Under Tang Zhen's deliberate suppression, Baoguang was barely visible, and the shape of the item was revealed.

It was just a delicately shaped dagger, the whole body was covered with runes, and a trace of light and shadow like a worm was constantly flowing on the surface of the dagger.

"This is the source of spiritual treasure?"

The monks were shocked and suspicious, not knowing how to describe their feelings.

If there is anything special about the dagger, it is an extra pair of wings, but this is just a refining technique.

It has nothing to do with the refining material itself.

The dagger can be hidden in the inner treasure house, indicating that it is definitely not ordinary, but all the monks present add up, and indeed no one can see the abnormality, at best, it can see its surface value.

In particular, the several appraisers of the treasure house were all hit hard and doubted their professional level.

The same goes for the other monks, with three points of surprise, six points of surprise, and a touch of disappointment, unable to describe the complex mood in words.

It turned out that even if the treasure was placed in front of them, they could not recognize it at all. There were some small calculations in their hearts, but now they have completely failed.

"Your Excellency, if you need it, just take it!"

The first elder said quickly, without the slightest hesitation, he seemed sincere.

He had already made up his mind, and even for fear that Tang Zhen would not be able to find him, the heart that was hanging now finally let go.

As long as Tang Zhen finds what he wants, he will have the opportunity to ask some questions, and it will not be too presumptuous.

"I don't know if you have finished reading it. If you are not satisfied, I still have some treasures that you can bring to your selection."

The appearance of the first elder is obviously deliberately trying to please everyone, and everyone can see this.

However, the monks in the treasure house thought it was right. If they missed this opportunity, they would definitely regret it in the future.

If it were them, they would also compliment Tang Zhen without hesitation, hoping to gain more benefits.

If you pretend to be arrogant, you will only miss the opportunity.

"yes,

I also have a lot of treasures that I have accumulated, and I hope you can help me appreciate them. "

"Me too, it's almost full of treasure chests, many of which I don't know."

"Your Excellency should probably take a look. Maybe there is something you want in these items."

A group of monks opened their mouths one after another, wishing they could take out all their belongings and find the original spiritual treasure that Tang Zhen wanted.

Their thoughts are the same as those of the elders, and they intend to rely on unused resources in exchange for things that are useful to them.

"Then take a look. If there is really what I want, it will definitely not make you suffer."

Tang Zhen smiled and nodded, but the promise made the monks extremely happy, and even prayed secretly in his heart.

In one's own collection, there must be a source of spiritual treasures. If you can choose the number, the more the better.

At the same time as Tang Zhen spoke, he had already put away the items in his hand and sent them into the kingdom of God in his mind.

Follow the treasure house monks and return to the hall again, waiting for them to send the treasures to appreciate.

During this process, the first elder carefully raised a question, which has troubled him for hundreds of years.

Tang Zhen solved the problem with no more than a few words, and was so excited that the Great Elder kept salutes and thanked him.

After solving this problem, although the Great Elder will not be able to improve by leaps and bounds, he has completely understood the direction of future cultivation.

For monks, this is more important than anything else.

Many cultivators spend their whole lives exploring the path of cultivation, and it is possible that they are only a short distance away, but they have not been able to reach that step.

Empty to stay regretful, sullen and dead.

From this point alone, Tang Zhen is enough to be called a leading teacher.

But the first elder did not dare to do the disciple salute, because there would inevitably be suspicion of clinging, and it would easily attract Tang Zhen's shamelessness.

In the end, how could He De He Neng dare to call himself Tang Zhen's disciple?

With the Great Elder as an example, the monks in the treasure house were already tempted and went to retrieve the treasures they had hidden.

They also want to take a gamble, and then soar into the sky.

While Tang Zhen was waiting, his thoughts had entered the kingdom of God in his mind and fell into a special city in the valley.

When he left Monster Eater City, there was a phantom floating in the air. It was another Monster Eater City that Tang Zhen perfectly copied with the power of his source.

This is the soul of Monster Eater City, the spirit and spirit of Monster Eater City, every resident of the city, as well as every grass and tree, has been completely copied by Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen only needs to fill with flesh and blood, and the city will come to life immediately.

But the original memory will be changed, after all, they are not the real residents of Monster Eater City.

The strong creator can create the desired creature in a single thought, but can never create the real body.

It is for this reason that Tang Zhen never resurrected his wife, Xiaodie, because even after she was resurrected, it was just a replica.

Like other cultivators, Tang Zhen didn't care about the relationship between his sons and daughters, the higher his strength, the more so.

At this time, Tang Zhen was walking on the street.

The scene of this city is like the outline of countless lines, like the veins of leaves.

As Tang Zhen walked by, those black and white lines suddenly became vivid.

It is like the holy hand of Danqing is constantly rendering, making the flowers and plants green and bright red, letting the willow branches sway with the wind, and the birds on the branches flap their wings and spread their voices.

The voices of people chatting came from the street, and then there was a lot of traffic. The city that was originally static like a black and white photo suddenly came alive at this moment.

"Your Excellency Tang Zhen, good morning!"

The owner of a noodle stall greeted Tang Zhen loudly with a bright smile.

"This is the fruit I just picked this morning, sir, try it, it's sweet and sweet!"

The child with two pigtails on his head stood beside his mother's stall. After seeing Tang Zhen coming, he immediately picked up a fruit and sent it to him.

Whether it was pedestrians or hawkers, or those majestic street warriors, they all greeted Tang Zhen with smiles on their faces.

"Alright, alright, everyone."

Tang Zhen also smiled and greeted these vivid faces, as if they were not created by himself at all.

Unlike those creatures created by the mind, these residents of Monster Eater City with complete templates will not die because they leave the kingdom of God, but are real lives.

Because they didn't inherit the original memory, they didn't know that they were just copied from someone in a certain world.

This is what Tang Zhen wants, because from now on, they will start a whole new life.

But in a short period of time, the entire city has come to life, and even the towering tree of disaster in the center of the city is constantly swaying at this moment.

After leaving the residence built around the city wall, Tang Zhen followed the road between the fields and came to the familiar blacksmith shop.

The sound of hammering spreads out, and it doesn't seem to be in a hurry, as if it can hit the ground for a long time.

At the door, a stunning woman stood under the steps, looking at Tang Zhen with a smile on her face.

"Master, welcome back."

The sound of striking iron stopped abruptly, the door of the blacksmith shop was opened, and a tall figure came out.

The blacksmith, who was covered in flames, looked at Tang Zhen with a naive smile, as if welcoming an old friend who had returned from a long absence.