Return from the second dimension

The eyes of all the monks fell on Tang Zhen's hands.

Under Tang Zhen's deliberate suppression, Baoguang was no longer visible, and the shape of the object was revealed.

It was just an exquisitely shaped dagger, covered with runes, and a trace of light and shadow like a worm, circulating on the surface of the dagger.

"This is the original spirit treasure?"

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

If there is anything special about the dagger, it is that it has 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 internal treasure house, indicating that it is definitely not a common product, but all the cultivators present add up, and indeed no one can see the abnormality, at best see its superficial value.

Especially the several appraisal masters in the treasure trove were all deeply hit and doubted their professional level.

The same is true for other monks, with three-point surprises and six-point surprises, and a little bit of loss, unable to describe the complex mood in words.

It turned out that even if the treasure was in front of them, they couldn't recognize it at all. Originally, there were some small calculations in their hearts, and they were completely lost at this moment.

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

The great elder said quickly, without any hesitation, he looked sincere.

He had already made up his mind, even for fear that Tang Zhen could not find it, 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, so that it won't seem too presumptuous.

"I don't know if you have finished reading it. If you feel unsatisfied, I still have some treasures that you can bring for you to choose."

The appearance of the great elder was obviously deliberately trying to please, and everyone could see this.

However, the monks in the treasure house thought it was right. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it in the future.

If they were replaced, they would also compliment Tang Zhen without hesitation, hoping to get more benefits.

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

"Yes, I also have a lot of treasures I have accumulated. I hope your Excellency can help you taste them."

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

"You should probably take a look, maybe in these items, there is what you want."

A group of monks began to speak one after another, wishing to take out all of their families, and then find the original spirit treasure Tang Zhen wanted.

They have the same idea as the Great Elder, intending to rely on unused resources in exchange for something useful to them.

"Then take a look, if there is something I want, it will definitely not make you suffer."

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

Among your own collections, you must have original spirit treasures. If you can choose the quantity, naturally the more the better.

While Tang Zhen was speaking, he put away the items in his hands and sent them into the kingdom of God in his mind.

Following the monk in the treasure house, he returned to the hall again, waiting for them to send the treasures for appreciation.

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

Tang Zhen solved the problem in a few words, and was so excited that the elder kept saluting and thanking him.

After solving this difficult problem, although the great elder did not improve by leaps and bounds, he had completely understood the direction of future cultivation.

For the monk, this is more important than anything else.

Many monks have been groping for the path of cultivation throughout their lives. It is likely that they are only a short distance away, but they have been unable to reach that step.

Regret for nothing, and end in depression.

Based on this alone, Tang Zhen could be called a famous teacher who gave directions.

But the great elder didn't dare to pay the disciple's ceremony, because it was inevitable that there would be suspicion of clinging, and it was easy to attract Tang Zhen's shame.

How can He De, dare to claim to be Tang Zhen's disciple?

With the great elder as an example, the monks in the treasure house are already tempted to take the treasures they have hidden.

They also want to take a gamble and fly into the sky again.

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

When leaving the Demon Eater City, there was once a phantom floating around. It was another Demon Eater City perfectly copied by Tang Zhen using the power of his origin.

This is the soul of the Demon Eater City, the spirit of the Demon Eater City, every inhabitant of the city, as well as the plants and trees, were completely copied by Tang Zhen.

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

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

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

For this reason, Tang Zhen never resurrected his wife, Xiaodie, because even after he was resurrected, it was just a copy.

Like other monks, Tang Zhen didn't care about the love of his children, the higher his strength, the more so.

Tang Zhen at this time 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 passed by, those black and white lines suddenly became alive.

As the sage hand of Danqing is constantly rendering, let the flowers and plants turn emerald green and bright red, let the willow branches swing with the wind, and the birds on the branches flap their wings and spread their singing voices.

The voices of people talking came from the street, and then there was a lot of traffic. The city, which was originally static like a black and white photo, suddenly came to life.

"Your Excellency Tang Zhen, good morning!"

A noodle shop owner greeted Tang Zhen loudly, with a bright smile.

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

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

Whether it was pedestrians, vendors, or those majestic street patrol fighters, all smiled and greeted Tang Zhen.

"Good good, good everyone."

Tang Zhen also smiled and greeted these vivid faces, as if they weren't formed by a single thought at all.

Unlike the creatures created by mind, these demonic city residents who have a complete template will not die because they leave the kingdom of God, they are real lives.

Because they did not inherit the original memory, they did not know that they were just copied from someone in a certain world.

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

However, in a short period of time, the entire city has come alive, and even the towering disaster tree in the middle of the city is constantly swaying at this moment.

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 iron strikes spread out, and it seemed unhurried, as if it could hit the ground.

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

"Master, welcome back."

The sound of hammering 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 and smiled, as if welcoming an old friend who had returned from a long absence.