Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 125: Strange Shop
It was not until Wang Chen gave him a strange look that he hurriedly organized his words:
"There are seven strongest people in the current inheritance space , among which the five leading strongmen from the five major families are the strongest. These seven people have occupied the seven strongholds of the Mind Demon Overlords without any prior agreement, and have stopped making any moves. Among them are Qin Tianchao from the Qin family. Xi Wujue from the Xiwu family. Bai Ban from the Bai family, Kong Gentian from the Kong family, and Jing Shi from the Jing family. In addition to the five major families, Hui Yueqin from the Huiyue family and Wu Kong from the Wu family are also among the seven masters."
"Why don't they kill the Mind Demon Overlord? Is the Mind Demon Overlord really that strong that they are unable to kill him?" Wang Chen frowned slightly.
"Everyone has a lot of speculation about this, but it is generally believed that although the seven masters have occupied the stronghold of the Mind Demon Overlord, they are entangled with each other and dare not take action. They need to wait for the last moment, when others are no longer able to stab them."
Tuoping put it simply, but Wang Chen understood it immediately and nodded.
The reason is very simple. Among the seven people, whoever kills the Mind Demon Overlord first means that he has the leisure to covet the Overlord of others. In this way, when others are trying to kill the Overlord, they will be blocked by this person and will end up with the fisherman benefiting from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam.
Therefore, the seven of them formed an unspoken understanding and killed the overlord at the last moment of the trial. All seven of them obtained the qualification for inheritance and were very happy.
"Among the seven great masters, where does Kong Gentian rank?"
Wang Chen suddenly asked.
Tuoping's face turned pale and he lost his voice: "Are you going to cause trouble for Kong Gentian?"
Recalling the grudge between Wang Chen and the Kong family, Tuoping reacted instantly.
"Don't be impulsive. There is not much difference between the seven masters. But if they really fight, Qin Tianchao may be the strongest, followed by Xi Wujue and Kong Gentian. In short, they are all extremely strong."
"It's okay. I haven't decided whether to go looking for him or not. Brother Tuoping, where is Kong Gentian?" Wang Chen said with a smile.
You said you won't look for it, but now you are trying to find out the truth. Tuoping complained in his heart, thinking to himself, "If you want to humiliate yourself, I won't stop you."
"The Mind Demon Overlord that Kong Gentian occupies is the Seven Star Peak thousands of miles to the east."
"There is a tyrant like an emperor entrenched in it, a hundred feet tall, somewhat similar to the former White Bone General, but dozens of times more powerful."
"Thank you." Wang Chen nodded, flew into the air, and turned into a flash of lightning.
Tuoping looked in the direction where Wang Chen left, then looked back at the broken tiles and ruins around him. His figure flashed and disappeared into the air.
Not long after flying in the air, a small town appeared in front of us. It was very pretty with green bricks and red tiles.
This place looks familiar.
Wang Chen thought about it carefully. Isn't this the place where he first arrived at the Emperor's Mind Space and saw the exaggerated line "a town where a young boy's eyebrows were knotted"?
Now there are less than three months left until the end of the inheritance trial. The participants are trying their best to kill more Emperor Mind Creations.
On the contrary, this kind of safe town has no appeal.
Just right.
While thinking, Wang Chen descended towards the town entrance.
He needed a secluded place; healing was secondary. Although his injuries looked terrible, he had actually avoided all the vital parts, so he would be healed within a day.
But the gains from this battle will take some time to digest.
The battle with the three powerful men was of great help to him. He needed time to digest the countless insights between life and death.
"Wang Chen, I'm hungry~" Xiaoyao's drawn-out voice made it impossible to refuse.
"You're not hungry. You're greedy." Wang Chen was unmoved and didn't even raise his eyelids.
Taking advantage of the light before it gets completely dark, Wang Chen carefully looked at the town.
The loft-style building, coupled with the peddlers coming and going, made him feel like he had returned to the world of cultivation.
The Demon Emperor Tongtian must have been to the world of cultivation and knew a lot about it, which is why he could create such a realistic world in his mind.
"Your heart has changed."
Xiaoyao was dejected and sobbing without tears, but her eyes were fixed on the sugar figures and candied haws on the street and she was drooling over them.
Even though he knew Xiaoyao was just kidding, Wang Chen still felt his heart soften like honey.
"These things can't be eaten, it's better to eat fish and meat."
"Wang Chen, you are not a good boy. Are you trying to trick a child? Are you trying to say that sugar figurines and candied haws represent separation of life and death?"
"Then there are too many separations and deaths in this world." Xiaoyao didn't believe it.
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"After all, these things were created by the consciousness of the Demon Emperor Tongtian. It's not an exaggeration to say that they were imagined by him. What's so delicious about them? Maybe every blade of grass and every tree here, the candied haws and sugar men, were all created by the Demon Emperor Tongtian when he farted."
Wang Chen urged.
"I don't care, I'm going to eat it!" Xiaoyao pouted.
"Then eat it, but don't eat the candied haws . The scenery here reminds me of a place. Maybe there are fruit honey cakes, rock sugar rose glutinous rice porridge or something like that, which are better than candied haws."
Really? Xiaoyao swallowed her saliva just by hearing the name.
As they talked, the two of them walked into an inn called Fushoulou.
This inn is tall and majestic, and can be used as a place for retreat.
The dining room in this restaurant is extremely spacious, with eight-immortal tables and large vermilion lacquered chairs forming the main style of the guest table.
The hall was almost filled with creatures of all kinds. Some were chatting and laughing, while others were toasting each other. It was a lively scene, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. It was extremely strange.
There was a beautifully decorated stage in front of the hall. On it, two pretty girls with long hair and thick rouge on their faces sang incomprehensible tunes while playing pipa.
This is the only sound here.
Around the stage there were actually some creatures dressed as merchants and peddlers, listening with great interest.
A waiter with a stiff smile on his face bent over and handed over the menu.
Wang Chen looked left and right at the menu but didn't see the price tags on the dishes.
It seems that in the city made up of these creations, there is no need for currency to get what you need, you can just take it.
Recalling that there was no reward for killing monsters in the Emperor's Mind Space, Wang Chen nodded secretly.
After ordering a few desserts, Wang Chen simply turned his attention to the two little girls with rouge on their faces on the stage.
The babbling sound seems to have a special magic. When it reaches the ears, it seems to take people away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Everything around me seemed to be gradually fading away.
Wang Chen felt his eyelids droop slightly and he almost fell asleep.
"No, there is something wrong with this inn." Wang Chen's pupils shrank and he came to his senses instantly.
Just now he almost drooped his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep, if he hadn't possessed ancestral energy and a sea of consciousness that was much more powerful than that of ordinary people.
He must have been tricked.
Looking around, it was eerily quiet.
Except for the two singing girls on the stage, the creatures around them continued to repeat pre-set actions, performing a deserted yet lively pantomime.
But the sky gradually darkened.
The whole town was dark without any lights on.
At this time, the waiter with a stiff smile on his face slowly walked over, holding a plate in his hand, and on the plate was the food that had just been ordered.
His walking posture was strange, and his feet seemed to be greased and floating.
Silently, the waiter put down three white disks.
Wang Chen frowned and saw that it was exactly what he ordered: Eight Treasure Rose Cake, Braised Pork with Honey Sauce, and Eight Treasure Fried Rice.
The sweet smell wafts out, stimulating people's appetite.
