God-level Punishment System

Chen Sheng's hand was shaking.

His arms were cramping and cramping.

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

No matter how he was born with supernatural power, it was only three points stronger than a mortal. Now holding a brush, watching the old man use it easily, it is actually extremely heavy.

"The shorter the time you use, the greater the effect of the portrait, but the more accurate you draw, the stronger the power of the portrait." Mr. Mo was aside, his eyes squinted, and he said lightly.

Thousands of years ago, monsters in the frontier wilderness were in chaos, and a large number of monsters appeared in the land of the four continents of the ancestors of Wanling.

The village where Chen Sheng is located is located on the edge of the Eastern Sacred State. It is the "Border City" of the city closest to the Land of Demons, a subordinate village.

After the human race dies, there must be a portrait, which has two functions.

First, the power of the younger generation's longing for the deceased will be formed through the portrait and condensed into the power of the portrait. The better and more powerful the portrait, the more pure the power of the portrait will be, and the dead souls of the dead will be easier to enter. Reincarnation, reincarnation.

Second, after the deceased was put in the coffin, they were buried underground. When the demons invaded, the demons who like to eat corpses would dig these coffins and devour the bodies of the deceased, making the deceased become the ration of the demons.

At this time, the coffin must be enveloped by the power of the portrait, or the coffin itself must be extremely strong, each forming a protection, in order to protect one or two, and protect the dead body from being eaten by demons.

It is important to know, who would think that their relatives, parents, after their death, their bodies would be eaten by demons as food and thrown into the wilderness?

The old Mo speaker was unintentional, but Chen Sheng listened to it intentionally. In his extremely sore arm, it seemed that a new force suddenly appeared, and his movements suddenly accelerated.

Manpower is exhausted, people are endless.

This new force is Chen Sheng's potential and one of the treasures of the human body.

Since the opening of Ningyun Sect, another miracle was born.

The gate was clearly opened, and thousands of young girls were waiting outside, but they did not recruit disciples. Instead, they all waited here for Chen Sheng to paint and waited for the portrait to be finished.

Old Mo's shots were shocking before, so no one dared to discuss or be dissatisfied.

"The last stroke is called the end of the pen. You must write quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly. If you stop the pen, you must be fierce, fierce, crazy, and murderous. In this way, the portrait will be infused with your spirit. God, it will show a greater effect in suppressing demons in the future." Old Mo said again.

This time, the man in the green shirt finally reacted. He glanced at him strangely and felt very surprised. With the disinterested character of Old Mo who usually cares about anything, he took so much trouble to remind Chen Sheng again and again.

These seemingly impatience words, but thinking of Old Mo's position in the Ningyun Sect, these few teachings are too many disciples to ask for.

"If you have energy and spirit, if you want to be cruel to others, you must first be cruel to yourself." A madness flashed across Chen Sheng's face. He picked up the tip of the pen and thrust it into his heart, stained with blood, and made the last stroke. .

Only this time, the position where the nib advances is especially deep!

Almost against the heart, the tip of the pen has touched the outer skin of the heart, scratching a little bit of blood.

How fierce is the heartbeat? How great is the motivation?

The seemingly faint scar will burst open under the powerful beating.

"You." Old Mo's expression changed a little for the first time. He suddenly pointed to the brush. The back of the brush's nib was thick black. What Chen Sheng used was only the front of the nib.

Mo Lao Yi pointed on the shaft of the brush, and a drop of black ink overflowed from behind the front of the brush. With one stroke, it fell on Chen Sheng's heart like a drop of rain.

The black ink spread like a silk web spit out by a spider, wrapping Chen Sheng's heart inside, and being imprisoned for a moment.

At this moment, the small wound in Chen Sheng's heart healed quickly and gradually disappeared. The black color just disappeared.

Chen Sheng didn't know this, but felt a pain in his heart, and with a fierce energy, he finished the last stroke.

Hum!

The two portraits were completely natural in the air, connected one after another, flashing dazzling red light.

Afterwards, the red light converged, and two blood-colored papers fell from the air. They were the portraits of Chen Sheng's parents.

"Senior kindness, Chen Sheng will remember it!" Chen Sheng bowed his head, bowed, thanks!

"Huh," Mo snorted, his hand hooked, and the brush rubbed on Chen Sheng's chest, which made the injury on his chest quickly contain. Only then did he take back the brush. I don't know where he put it, so the brush was removed from him. The hand disappeared.

Chen Sheng didn't care either. Seniors were superior and had weird personalities. This was normal.

He turned around, "Thank you again for your help and remind me."

This time, it was for the man in the green shirt.

After finishing all this, Chen Sheng's gaze was erratic, looking at the surrounding trees.

"Hey," the man in the green shirt moved his feet and came to him, stretched out his hand and shook in front of him, "I said you came to my Ningyun Sect, why are you here? You are not planning to cut two trees on the spot. Tree, did you make the coffin board?"

"Uh...just two trees, it shouldn't be so stingy." Chen Sheng scratched his head, and he felt a little embarrassed. At this time, he was like a teenage boy, rather than writing about himself before. Ruthless man who doesn't blink.

He just thought, this Ningyun Sect has countless miracles, maybe these trees are stronger than the trees elsewhere, and they are definitely better than the trees elsewhere.

"You!" The man in the green shirt was speechless, not knowing what to say about him.

"Sun Yan, what is the content of this year's appraisal of disciples?" Old Mo suddenly asked.

Sun Yan, the man in the green shirt, glanced at the old man strangely, "Why did Elder Mo think about asking about this, the assessment is the same as in previous years, there is not much difference, only a few rules have changed."

"Then change it. When you count, the thousand coffin forest on the mountainside should be about to open. This year there is just a shortage of coffins. Let them go in. Each person only needs to pick a coffin and bring it out. Even if it passes the assessment, the better the quality of the coffin, the better." Old Mo nodded, and unquestionably decided directly.

"By the way, this kid can take three, and prepare a coffin for his parents. He said that I am stingy with Yunzong."

"I, I only need two coffin boards. The two coffins beside me were made by my father with the heart of a century-old tree before he was alive..." Chen Sheng touched his head and said.

"Ah." Old Mo gave him a weird look. Which coffin in the Thousand Coffin Forest was worse than the thousand-year-old tree?

He swung his sleeves, turned and left, and ignored Chen Sheng.

Sun Yan was left with a headache, and Chen Sheng was left behind.

...

The main peak of Ningyun Sect, on the mountainside, a forest of thousand coffins.

Anyone under the age of twenty is less than three years old. As long as they can walk on their own and think on their own, they can participate in the review of the Ningyun Sect.

Ningyun Sect is also the largest sect outside the border city of Eastern Shengzhou.

Therefore, every time this Ningyun Sect is assessed, all the people who come are vast, never less than 10,000.

"Today’s assessment has only one requirement, that is, you will enter the Thousand Coffin Forest and bring out a coffin. As long as you can bring the coffin out, as long as you have the slightest aptitude for spiritual power, you will immediately accept it as my Ningyun Sect disciple. , Tell me the Ningyun Zongxin method." Sun Yan said, did not deliberately shout, but the voice spread throughout the mountains and forests, and reached everyone's ears.

"No other rules? Other restrictions?"

"No."

"What if someone snatches it?"

"That's your incompetence."

"If someone kills someone, huh?"

"Are you self-defeating? Or are you not going to fight back? Or, you are not going to kill?"

The crowd was making noise, and Sun Yan answered one by one.

Suddenly, a child said, "I'm only ten years old, and the oldest of them is twenty years old. This is not fair to me."

"Fuck," Sun Yan couldn't hold back no matter how good his temper was. This was a decision made by Mr. Mo, no matter how many problems, it was his **** thing.

"Those monsters live for hundreds of years without moving, so do you have to lie in your mother's stomach first, wait for hundreds of thousands of years before coming out, and shout when you see the monster,"

"Why, where are the monsters running, did your grandfather take you?"