Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 42 The Emperor of Shadows
There was a long queue in front of Lingzaosi.

It is several miles long.

Many old immortals, celebrities, and great hermits whose names only appeared in legends, who were rarely seen in ordinary times, stood in the team impressively at this time.

Next to them are their mounts, spirit beasts, and spirit pets.

Without exception, they all carried bulging spiritual stone bags on their bodies.

Most of the magic weapons returned to the owner's hands, but the immortals present did not intend to leave at all.

Everyone understands one thing, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to let their magic weapon be listed in the Good Fortune Record, not only the spirituality of the treasure will be more abundant, but also enter the true flow, and if it is certified by heaven and earth, it will be with the counterfeit goods from now on. It is not an exaggeration to say that the boundaries are drawn clearly.

Fortunately, Layman Jingxuan first opened "The Treasures of Creation", regardless of the grade of the magic weapon, there is a chance.

If you miss this opportunity, you will probably be hopeless for life, and you can only sigh in despair.

But the downside is that there are too many big spenders, and the price of the registration book was quickly raised to tens of millions of spirit stones. Just like that, the price is still rising.

"No. 15 rounds, [-] spots, and the predestined magic weapon will only charge [-] spirit stones. The unfavorable magic weapon needs to be ranked by bidding, and wait for the opportunity."

The three of Du Lala and Yingwu Luoyou, together with the little Tianbing who watched the chickens and ducks in the back mountain, were finally released. The five of them started working together, and they were all very busy.

The mouths of the two little celestial soldiers were crooked. Although they were completely unranked in the Department of Spiritual Creation, in the eyes of the immortals, they were also the messengers of the Department of Spiritual Construction. It is full of the filial money of the immortals.

This time it's developed!
Tianbingjia grinned secretly, thinking that entering the Lingzao Division would mean raising chickens and herding sheep. Who would have thought that I would have today.

Tianbing Yi glowed with unprecedented enthusiasm.Looking at the immortals in front of me, I feel that everyone is the God of Wealth, and Layman Jingxuan is their patron father!
"Everyone, seniors, and adults, you must do what you can and consume rationally!"

Du Lala was exhausted, she received the Lingshi softly, and laughed until her mouth hurt, "Those who don't have a lot of money, you can also come and try the opportunity. If you really can't get out the Lingshi for the time being, you can just write a letter. Zaosi is innocent, and will never sit on the ground and raise the price!"

"I have money, I will pay a high price, can you control it?"

A fat-headed and big-eared fairy family held a family heirloom magic weapon in his hand. He tried several times but failed. There was no name of his treasure on the weapon list. , No, 100 million. Book a sub-recorder first!"

"200 million, are you so crazy? Does it mean you are rich? My mother offered 201 million, vowing to overwhelm you!"

A sturdy woman with yellow hair yelled, "I'm so poor that I only have money left!"

Ugh.
Du Lala sighed secretly.

Mr. Si Zheng is still clever, the more he suppresses and refuses to buy, the stronger the desire of the immortals to buy.

No, the original copy is not enough, Jingxuan Layman has developed a second copy, just to find some corners and give it an inconspicuous position, which has caused looting.

If I can have such a business every day, will I be able to save enough money to concentrate on cultivation?
"Director Du, Director Du!"

At this time, Du Lala saw an acquaintance,
"Little Heavenly Official?"

"What a little heavenly official," Guan Xiaoguan said with a bitter face, "There are so many people, I'm going to squeeze! Sister, do me a favor and tell Lord Si Zheng for me, please, Help me register this ancestor, otherwise I will die!"

"How do you say that?"

Knowing that Xiao Tianguan has a good relationship with Si Zheng, Du Lala leaned forward quickly, "Don't panic, speak slowly!"

"The matter of my matchmaking between Tianpeng and Sizheng was discovered by my boss for some reason. I have been locked up for the past few days, and I was released today. He said that since I have a good relationship with the layman, let me come to the layman. Be sure. Register this ancestor, otherwise, I really have no way out!"

Close to Du Lala's ear, Guan Xiaoguan muttered a lot.

Du Lala raised her head in doubt, and saw the phantom mirror image in the sky that occupied a radius of three feet and cast a vast white light, and finally understood what Guan Xiaoguan was talking about.

"Couldn't this be the Haotian Mirror? With its grade, it can naturally have a place in the Creation Records. Why do you have to be so embarrassing?"

"I don't have any money, sister. You only have [-] spirit stones for every mouthful. Pity me for having such a rich fortune. Why don't you just sell me to the Lingzao Division. You see, is it a pile of one piece, or disassembled? Legs, it all depends on one sentence!"

"Why are you so poor!"

Du Lala gave him a blank look, "Wait, sister will ask for you!"

"Hey, thank you sister!"

Du Lala squeezed through the crowd, came to the layman Jingxuan who was meditating with his eyes closed, and stood quietly for a moment, until the layman Jingxuan shook his eyebrows and opened his eyes to look at her, then leaned over and whispered softly.

These are all the rules set by Layman Jingxuan, saying that opening the fortune-telling record and sealing the magic weapon consumes too much, and one needs to meditate quietly to thank the heaven and earth for the grace of fortune.

Otherwise, he is afraid that the immortals will think that his money is too easy to earn, and the harder it is, the more cherished it is. He understands this truth better than anyone else.

Oh!
After hearing Du Lala finished speaking, Layman Jingxuan raised his head and glanced at the Haotian Mirror in the sky, his face changed undetectably.

"This treasure is not compatible with me, please forgive me for being helpless!"

Refused without hesitation, Du Lala was immediately taken aback.

"Tell the little heavenly official that agreeing to him is harming him. If I really forgive him, wouldn't it prove that I have a deep friendship with him? I'm afraid he will have a hard time in the future. Only if he refuses, he will suffer at most when he goes back. Suffering, but it will not hinder the development in the future!"

"understood!"

Sir Si Zheng stands tall and sees far. This deduction is truly admirable.

Du Lala got up and wanted to go, but the spirit of the bright mirror in the sky seemed to feel something in her heart, and suddenly flickered, appearing in the midair in front of Layman Jingxuan in a condescending posture.

The whole body is shining with light, exuding a haughty mood.

If you dare not register for me, Ben Mingjing wants you to look good.

"So rude! How can you be presumptuous in front of the Creation Record? Don't back down!"

The crowd surrounded the audience, shouting until their throats were dry, and waiting so that their hearts were burning, no matter what kind of treasure it is, there are many people who are rebellious, and they immediately reprimanded them.

"call!"

The Haotian mirror turned around leisurely, and the light on the mirror covered the person who made the sound.

However, when the mutation protruded, at the moment it emitted light, a slight sound was heard,

"Boom~"

It was as if a stone had been thrown into the water, and ripples appeared on Haotian Mingjing Qiling's body.

The next moment, with a swipe sound, the Haotian mirror was faster than the light, and suddenly broke through the air.

"Hmm~"

Layman Jingxuan blinked, is it finally about to start?
In the Haotian Mirror Pavilion, Emperor Ying suddenly made a move, black light flickered, and the short sword stabbed at the mirror surface of the Haotian Mirror.

The power of this sword is unrivaled, it reaches the peak in seconds, if it is really stabbed, I am afraid that there will be no bright mirror of Haotian in this world.

But just as he made his sword move, he suddenly turned around, slid a step to the side, and turned half a circle.

The aftermath of the sword's momentum scraped across the surface of Jingtian Mingjing, stirring up ripples like water.

A ray of bright light suddenly appeared, clinging to the shadow of the emperor's shadow, passing by.

The incomparable blood energy and heat contained in it penetrated through seven or eight layers of pavilions in an instant, as if the air was cut, and even tofu was not so fragile.

"Dihuangying, you really dare to come!"

The figure of the rolling curtain climbed up the stairs from the bottom of the attic, holding in his hands not the magic wand, but two long swords, one red and one black.

The Emperor's figure was in the shadows, blending into the darkness, he didn't seem to see the rolling curtain, and his attention was all on the two long swords, one red and one black.

"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Setsuna?"

"A strange soldier born in the blood world of Shura. But it also depends on who holds it! Unless you have mastered the knife of good fortune like Layman Jingxuan, otherwise, I will kill you like the emperor!"

"You really know Wang Jingxuan!"

The canopy was brought into rhythm in an instant, and then slowly shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind. Now Layman Jingxuan felt like a bone stuck in his throat, making him inexplicably upset.

"Emperor Shadow, it was originally another famous sword in the hands of Little Star Lord, but you gave up your body to become one with the famous sword in order to protect your brother. If you become Emperor Shadow, your brother will become the Emperor Sword. I said right?"

"The name of the sword is Huangying, and it is intended to protect. Even if I spend my whole life, I will let the clansmen walk out of the abyss!"

Before Dihuangying could finish his words, the sword shadows had dispersed in a colorful manner.

There are tens of thousands of streamers, dividing darkness and light. He is in the darkness, but every sword is brilliant to the extreme.

Like a thousand trees blooming like a flower, the beauty is peerless, but there is only a moment of youth.

Fleeting, without a trace.

The divine machine flashed, and the double swords of the rolling curtain swept like a whirlwind, but compared to the emperor's shadow, how much slower?
chap!
Chacha!

Seven or eight streaks of brilliance flashed in a row, and blood flowed from the rolling shutter.

The splashed blood was caught by Emperor Ying's sword again. He still had time in the battle, so he held the black sword to his mouth and licked it lightly.
"Asura is bloodthirsty, have you ever thought about the taste of blood being swallowed by someone?"

Before saying a word, the sword strikes again, as long as an endless stream of light, pouring out thirty feet in an instant, and even the Haotian mirror behind the rolling curtain is enveloped by the sword intent.

drink!
General Rolling Curtain shouted sharply and retreated violently.

Swinging the two swords, they couldn't stop Emperor Ying's invincible and invincible sword momentum. When the blood flowed for a long time, there was a sudden shock in the bright mirror behind him, emitting a mighty snow light.

Within a radius of [-] meters, it is bright and clear, free from dust.

Dihuangying's momentum suddenly froze, and he involuntarily raised his arms to cover his eyes.

The figure retreated a few feet at the same time.

"You have been tricked, there is no darkness in the Haotian Mirror Pavilion, let's see where you hide!"

Rolling shutter clashed swords with both hands and stomped violently.

Around the Haotian Mirror Pavilion, countless white lights shot up into the sky, and the surrounding area of ​​the Mirror Pavilion, where Emperor Ying was located, turned into a world of light.

(End of this chapter)