Under Tang Zhen's deliberate suppression, the treasure light was already slightly invisible, and the shape of the object was revealed.
It was just an exquisitely shaped dagger, with runes all over its body, and traces of light and shadow that were as smart as insects, constantly flowing on the surface of the dagger.
"Is this the original spiritual treasure?"
The monks were shocked and confused, and didn't know 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 materials themselves.
The fact that the dagger can be hidden in the internal treasure house means that it is definitely not an ordinary item. However, among all the monks present, no one saw anything unusual. At best, they saw its superficial value.
In particular, the several master appraisers at the treasure house were all deeply affected and doubted their professional standards.
The same goes for other monks, with a mixture of surprise, surprise, and a hint of loss. There are no words to describe the complex mood.
It turned out that even if the treasure was placed in front of them, they could not recognize it at all. They had some small calculations in their minds, but now they have completely failed.
"Sir, if you need it, just take it!"
The great elder said quickly without any hesitation and seemed to be sincere.
He had already made up his mind and was even afraid that Tang Zhen would not be found, but now he finally let go of his worries.
As long as Tang Zhen finds what he wants, he will have the opportunity to ask some questions, which will not appear too presumptuous.
"I don't know if you have finished reading it. If you are not satisfied, I still have some collections that I can bring to you to choose from."
The great elder's appearance was obviously that he was deliberately trying to please, and everyone could see this.
However, the monks who kept the treasure house believed that this was the case. If they missed this opportunity, they would 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 noble, you will only miss the opportunity.
"Yes, I also have a lot of accumulated treasures. I hope you can help me taste them."
"Me too, the treasure house is almost full of treasures, and I don't know many of the treasures in it."
"Perhaps you should take a look, maybe there is something you want among these items."
A group of monks spoke one after another, wanting to dig out all their wealth and find the original spiritual treasure that Tang Zhen wanted.
Their thoughts were the same as those of the Great Elder, and they planned to rely on unused resources in exchange for things that were useful to them.
"Then take a look. If there is really something I want, I won't let you suffer."
Tang Zhen smiled and nodded, but the promise made the monks extremely happy, and they even prayed secretly in their hearts.
There must be original spiritual treasures in your collection. If you can choose the quantity, the more the better.
While Tang Zhen was speaking, he had already put away the items in his hands and sent them to the Kingdom of God in his mind.
Follow the treasure house monks and return to the hall again, waiting for them to bring the treasures for appreciation.
During this process, the Great Elder carefully raised a question that has troubled him for hundreds of years.
Tang Zhen solved the problem with just a few words, and the elder was so excited that he kept saluting and thanking him.
After solving this problem, although the Great Elder's strength has not improved by leaps and bounds, he has completely understood the direction of future practice.
For monks, this is more important than anything else.
Many monks have been groping for the path of spiritual practice throughout their lives. They may be just a stone's throw away, but they have been unable to reach that step.
Leave regrets in the air, and end in depression.
Based on this point alone, Tang Zhen can be called a famous guide.
However, the great elder did not dare to perform discipleship rituals, because he would inevitably be suspected of clinging to him, which would easily lead to Tang Zhen's disgrace.
How could he be so virtuous and capable as to dare to call himself a disciple of Tang Zhen?
With the Great Elder as an example, the monks in the treasure house were already tempted and went to get 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 already entered the Kingdom of God in his mind and landed in a special city in the valley.
When he left the Demon-Eating City, there was a shadow that floated up. It was another Demon-Eating City that Tang Zhen used his original power to perfectly replicate.
This is the soul of Demon Eater City, the essence of Demon Eater City, every resident in the city, as well as every plant and tree, have been completely copied by Tang Zhen.
Tang Zhen only needs to fill it with flesh and blood, and the city will immediately come to life.
But the original memories will be changed, after all, they are not the real residents of Demon Eater City.
A powerful creator can create the creature he wants in a single thought, but he can never create the true body.
It is for this reason that Tang Zhencai never resurrected his wife Xiaodie, because even after resurrecting her, she was just a replica.
Like other monks, Tang Zhen didn't care about the love between his children. The higher his strength, the more so.
At this time, Tang Zhen was walking on the street.
The scene of this city seems to be outlined by countless lines, like the veins of leaves.
As Tang Zhen walked by, those black and white lines suddenly became vivid.
Just like the painting master is constantly rendering, the flowers and plants turn green and bright red, the willow branches sway with the wind, and the birds on the branches flap their wings and spread their voices.
The sounds of people talking could be heard on the streets, followed by busy traffic. The city, which was originally as static as a black and white photo, suddenly became alive at this moment.
"Your Excellency Tang Zhen, good morning!"
A noodle stall owner shouted hello to Tang Zhen with a bright smile.
"This is the fruit I just picked this morning. Try it, sir. It's really sweet!"
The child with two pigtails on his head was standing next to his mother's stall. When he saw Tang Zhen approaching, he immediately picked up a fruit obediently and skipped it to him.
Pedestrians, vendors, and the majestic warriors patrolling the streets all saluted and said hello to Tang Zhen with smiles on their faces.
"Okay, okay, everyone is fine."
Tang Zhen also smiled and greeted these fresh faces, as if they were not created by his own thoughts at all.
Unlike those creatures created by thoughts, these residents of Demon Eater City with complete templates 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 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 in the fields and came to the familiar blacksmith shop.
The sound of blacksmithing spread out and sounded unhurried, as if it could reach the end of 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 forging suddenly stopped, the door of the blacksmith shop was opened, and a tall figure walked out.
The blacksmith, whose whole body was shrouded in flames, looked at Tang Zhen and smiled innocently, as if he were welcoming an old friend who had returned from a long absence.