Chapter 534 Supreme Judgment (1)
“But speaking of it…” Zhuona, a monk from Xuanzhou, took a big mouthful of meat and suddenly asked, “This meat is so delicious, what kind of meat is it? Huh?”
“Oh, this is the meat of the Sly Faced Cow,” Mei Yuanzheng said casually.
When he said this, everyone immediately stopped the chewing action that they were enjoying so much. The meat in their mouths was neither swallowed nor spit out. It was really embarrassing.
However, the image of the Masked Cow kept lingering in my mind, which made me feel a little nauseous. In the end, I decided to swallow it with my eyes closed for the sake of Mei Yuanzheng’s really good craftsmanship.
You know, as the name suggests, the cow's face is not a normal cow's face, but a strange face. Most of the time, it even looks like a person who is crying or roaring angrily.
The appearance is extremely terrifying. According to rumors, this face is the appearance of the last human being who died. Their method is to rely on illusions to make prey burrow into their bodies and become their food.
As for why the appearance is always human-like, some researchers think that this is a bias, and some think that this is human pride, and everything looks like one's own.
Because of this little episode, most people are a bit far away from the barbecue that they originally coveted, but some people feel that they have eaten it all. What is hypocritical?
Of course it’s best to eat enough at one time!
Ji Nan thought so. He looked at the brother next to him who seemed to be looking down at the kebabs in his hands and hesitated for a long time without moving his mouth. He asked casually:
"Brother, it seems that you have been holding the meat in your hands all the time. But you don’t want to eat it because you think it’s the meat of the Sham-faced Beef? If you don’t mind...”
The brother handed over the barbecue without saying a word.
Ji Nan immediately smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth and said, "You are so kind. Which country are you from? Why do you think you are unfamiliar?"
But the brother just looked down upon him. He replied something lowly, his voice hoarse and unclear.
Ji Nan came closer and asked: "What did you say? Where are you from?"
Finally heard clearly, the man said hoarsely: "I... come from... the supreme... Kingdom of God ..."
Ji Nan was a little confused. He lowered his strange eyes and looked at his brother's downcast face. Then he realized that it was no wonder that he didn't want to eat this barbecue because he had no mouth at all.
No, it’s not as simple as not having a mouth at all, this brother has no face at all!
His face was a blur of mist, with only a frightening glow.
This fear is not due to evil, but simply due to the feeling of oppression from the supreme god.
In Ji Nan's vision, he seemed to be crawling at the feet of the huge Supreme God, small and helpless, and could only surrender completely from the bottom of his heart.
So, in the eyes of outsiders, Ji Nan suddenly fell to the ground with a plop, and the kebab in his hand fell into the snow.
He was crying and laughing, and seemed to be going crazy.
Everyone began to notice something was wrong.
Of course, as a team made up of all cultivators, with their bright minds, they naturally quickly realized the source of this abnormality, and immediately turned their attention to the mysterious-looking person next to them.
There was a flash of fire, and a hot skewer was quickly placed on the man's neck, like a sharp sword.
It turned out to be Mei Yuanzheng, who saw something was wrong and took action decisively.
However, this is of no use at all.
As soon as the stick came close to the man's neck, it seemed to be forced to bend by some kind of law and could not get even closer.
The man raised his head, and everyone immediately saw this extremely strange face.
But just like Ji Nan, they only had time to think for a moment how weird this face was before they felt a strong will to make everyone crawl down.
Everyone has no power to resist, and is suppressed on this road, whether it is a monk in the Mingzhen realm or a monk in the Dongxuan realm.
This is absolute suppression from the power of faith.
Are there any people here who do not believe in the Supreme God?
There are still some.
"What are you..." Mei Yuanzheng's cultivation level is relatively high. He raised his head little by little and reluctantly looked at this existence standing upright in the snowy mountain road. Ji Nan struggled to get up from the suppression. Although he was shaking all over, he tried his best to raise his head, looked up at the supreme existence, and sneered:
"You... are just a person who borrowed divine power. Incarnation, can delusion suppress us?"
He quickly figured this out, but it aroused cold anger.
"You question the power of God? If you disrespect the gods, you will be punished."
A cold voice fell, and the divine light swept across. Ji Yan instantly felt the pain deep in his soul as if it was being torn apart, and howled in despair. It almost exploded out of him.
Extreme fear flashed in his eyes, fearing that he would become a complete monster because of this pain.
While everyone was struggling under this invisible oppression, a sharp sword light suddenly cut through the void. At the same time, colorful poisonous poison and powerful waves followed closely, and three forces struck at the same time. Faceless Man.
It turned out to be Mei Yuanzheng, Zhuo Na and Jin Hua.
They have the highest cultivation level and are also the easiest to wake up. They can quickly counterattack this incarnation from the reality level.
I saw a space of virtuality and reality formed between the black and white of the snow-capped mountain road. Everyone crawling in the divine realm was trapped in the virtual space, while Meiyuan was waiting for the three people to escape and return. In reality, they all used their own methods to attack this mysterious and strange faceless man.
However, these attacks seemed to be easily resolved by divine power when approaching the faceless man.
The holy sword in the man's hand swung down, with an irresistible pressure like a god, instantly suppressing the cultivation of Meiyuan Zheng and others. The spiritual energy poured out like a bursting dam, and the three of them Almost immediately, he felt the loss of his strength, as if he had been hollowed out, and the pain was indescribable.
Mei Yuanzheng’s expression changed greatly. While taking a breath, he finally saw the true identity of this faceless man, and trembled in a low voice: "You are really sent by the temple..."
Zhuona was even more shocked, with disbelief in her eyes: "Temple?"
Her eyes fell on the holy sword in the faceless man's hand, and suddenly, a fishy storm rolled up from the blade. , as if a tsunami had set off the entire Xuanzhou Seventy-two Islands in an instant. The sword carried the power of destroying the world, as if it was going to submerge her hometown in the endless waves.
Jinhua looked at this scene and was shocked. In her eyes, the holy sword exuded the power of a natural totem, as if the natural god worshiped by Lingqiu people for generations had come in person.
She couldn't help but fall to her knees and prostrate herself under this primitive divine power.
However, only Mei Yuanzheng, after he clearly realized the origin of the holy sword, looked up and saw a face that was somewhat familiar to him.
Wen Zhiliang!
No, didn’t Wen Zhiliang, the former head of the Wen family and the grandfather of the current prince, die of a sudden illness?
But at this moment, he was standing in front of him.
They were Jinshi in the same year, so they will remember his appearance.
Especially these falcon-like eyes, Meiyuan will never forget them no matter what.
Sharp, focused, with a terrifying serenity, as if ready to replenish the prey and lock it firmly.
When I heard the news of his death, I felt a little bit regretful. I didn’t expect to see him again.
And it is at this moment, on the snowy mountain road.
The holy sword waved gently, and Wen Zhiliang spoke coldly, his voice echoing on the heavenly road like the bell of judgment: "Judgment - blaspheming the authority of the gods and promoting heretical ideas that are contrary to the divine books."< br>
This sentence is like the implementation of sacred law, with an unquestionable power.
This force of rules was so overbearing that it instantly pinned everyone to the ground, as if invisible shackles bound their souls, making them unable to break free.
The sacred power penetrates deep into their minds, exploring every bit of memory, uncovering their past one by one, leaving nothing to hide.
“You once suggested that aura does not originate from God, and you are guilty.”
“You once suggested that aura does not originate from nature, and you are guilty.”
“You , once doubted the coming of God, guilty.”
One after another, each word was like a chain, tightly wrapped around their limbs, getting tighter and tighter until they could no longer struggle and could never escape.