God-level Punishment System

Eight deserts are the most chaotic with border deserts.

The demons are rampant, and the villagers have not felt much, but whether it is the disciple in the Ningyun Sect or the frontier army of the border city, they have been fighting with the demons for a long time.

In those places, it is the real slaughterhouse, where human lives are like a waste of grass.

How could Chen Sheng, a person who didn't even understand the basic common sense of cultivation, know the value of the two portraits painted by Mo Lao.

According to Mr. Mo, he no longer paints portraits of people. It is not because of his own sealing of the pen, but the death of no one. It is worth his own painting.

Chen Sheng held the pen in Lao Mo's hand, and with his hard work, under the guidance of Lao Mo, he almost completed the portrait of his parents.

Although his strength is limited, but the spirit and spirit he has poured in can be replaced by other painters?

The two portraits were exposed at this moment, and the blood rushed through the wasteland, and the whole border was deserted. As long as the existence of the **** bridge realm, this **** light can be seen.

"Ningyun Sect, Mo Bai." At a place thousands of miles away from Ningyun Sect, a demon king looked at the blood in the sky and stared at the direction where the blood rushed, his eyes narrowed slightly. There was something bad in my heart.

"I hope it's not Mo Bai who came out of Ningyun Sect himself and appeared there." He muttered to himself silently, and withdrew his gaze.

When his gaze turned back, a group of demons appeared near the border town that the villagers had been talking about before, dozens of miles away from Chenjia Village.

The place where the blood light really illuminates, in fact, is only a few miles away, and the Mo Lao Mo white aura contained in it is the real cause of alarming the border shortage.

Therefore, these demons naturally don't know what is happening in Chenjia Village dozens of miles away. They just look at the direction they are heading, but they seem to vaguely point to Chenjia Village.

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"How?" Chen Sheng didn't dare to be too public, and gently moved the lid of the coffin to press down the blood again. "Who dare to say that my parents don't have a portrait and can't be buried?"

No matter how the outside world reacts, no matter how many powerful people's attention this incident has attracted, in Chenjiacun, in Chen Sheng, the next step is to let his parents be buried normally.

Into the soil, it is safe.

Baishan filial piety first.

This is the little request of the little guy.

The old painter had lost his soul when the portrait appeared. At this moment, the portrait was covered by Chen Sheng, and he woke up in a trance.

"You, where did you get these two portraits?" He subconsciously, still as if ordering, asked Chen Shengdao.

Chen Sheng raised his brows. If the painter hadn't had any effect on Chen Jiacun, he would immediately shoot and kill the opponent on the spot.

"What do you want to do?"

The village chief reacted and stepped on his feet, and the big man who got up stood in front of the old painter.

"Come here to me." At the same time, the village head glared at Chen Sheng's uncle, Chen Lei, and Chen Lei hurried to him.

The village head turned around, and while supporting the old painter, he smiled and said, "My master painter, no matter where he comes from, just ask, take care of your body."

"Yeah." The old painter nodded, surrounded by the village chief and others, his heart was also a lot more settled, "Ask clearly, where did his portrait come from? If you can invite the person of the portrait, you can protect me. The home village has been safe for a hundred years."

The village chief was startled for a moment, and then glanced at the old painter before looking at Chen Sheng.

Don’t look at the village chief’s vulgar behavior, but he knows very well that half of his status as the village chief has to be attributed to the painter. As long as the right to paint the portrait and not to paint the portrait is in his village. In the hands of the chief, then his position as the village head is very stable!

For example, the portraits of Chen Sheng’s parents did not exist because he secretly stopped the old painter from agreeing to paint, and he was on the sidelines to tell the villagers not to help Chen Sheng, so that Chen Sheng’s parents, who had been stealing the limelight for these years, were forced to die. corpse.

His heart is vicious and frightening.

The village chief looked down, and Chen Lei strode towards Chen Sheng, "Shengzi, tell uncle, who made the portraits of your parents and where is the painter now?"

"This portrait looks like I painted it myself." Chen Sheng glanced at him and said.

"Nonsense..." Chen Lei's eyes widened, and then he hurriedly said softly, "Shengzi, tell your uncle the truth, as long as you tell uncle, uncle will intercede for you, so that the master painter will no longer embarrass you, and can make you smooth Buried your parents."

Chen Lei now has one uncle and one mouthful, and is indescribably close to Chen Sheng.

In this regard, Chen Sheng just looked at him coldly, looking at him like an idiot, neither acting nor talking, just watching him quietly.

Chen Lei felt hairy when he saw him. He turned his head and saw that the village chief and the old painter were also looking at him. He gritted his teeth and turned to the fallen man and said, "Since he doesn't say who painted it, then you and Together, I personally unwrap the coffin and show the portrait to Master Painter for viewing."

He said to the big guy, but the old painter's eyes suddenly lit up and couldn't help saying, "Good, good idea, this is also very good, very good."

Even when he spoke, the big man hurried up, and with Chen Lei, he really walked towards the coffin of Chen Sheng's parents.

The village head squinted his eyes, raised his foot and followed him, calmly blocking between Chen Sheng and Chen Lei.

As the village head, it is not convenient for him to open the coffin himself. Although the village is small, there are some truths to be said. It is Chen Lei. He is Chen Sheng’s uncle and Chen Sheng’s mother’s brother. He came to open the coffin, but he could find out. There are countless reasons to come.

"Qi refining three levels." Chen Sheng felt the breath of the village chief, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was only three things, and the other party repeatedly and repeatedly insulted him, and now he wants to open the coffin of his parents rashly and **** the portraits of his parents.

Every step of this is trampling on his bottom line.

He raised his head and looked at the villagers who were onlookers, and even among them, there were only a handful of people who had the emotion of watching the excitement in their eyes. They were truly intolerable.

No one came up for him, no one even said a word of objection, all they were watching coldly.

Uncle? Relatives? Blood is thicker than water?

Villager? feeling? Neighborhood folks?

Shit, all shit.

The cheapest people are invincible. Such relatives and villagers should cherish? The cheap one is not the other party, but oneself!

When you stop, you will suffer the chaos.

At this moment, Chen Sheng swung a knife to cut the mess, and cut off all the people who occupied a part of his heart.

In his whole life, he only gave for the friends and relatives he recognized.

Otherwise, he has to live for himself!

Chen Lei has reached the coffin of Chen Sheng's parents, and the big man is behind him, ready to help him at any time.

The village head stood indifferently in front of Chen Sheng, and slowly shook his head, "I knew you were powerful, and you could hurt him just now, but with me here, I still advise you not to act rashly and save yourself the pain."

"Hey." Chen Sheng looked at the village chief, his mouth raised, his smiling eyes narrowed, like a sunny boy, but his words were extremely vicious.

"Do you know that you will never have a chance to stand and talk to me again."