God-level Punishment System

"Put away your paws for me. You are not qualified to speak at my parents' coffin."

In the face of the old painter's inquiries, Chen Sheng was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his brow and stepped out in one step.

He took this step, a full ten feet away, and crossed the coffin with one stroke, and came to the old painter.

Coupled with his relatively tall body, it immediately put a huge psychological pressure on the rickety old painter.

"You, you, you dare to talk to me like this." What age old painter, though he has been living in Chenjiacun for these years, he has been accustomed to domineering and blessing, otherwise he would not plead with Chen Sheng in every possible way. And indifferent.

At this moment, Chen Sheng said that, if it were not for his own identity, I am afraid that he would have directly shot Chen Sheng.

"The village chief, this matter can't be forgotten," the old painter suddenly turned to look at the standing village chief. "If he doesn't kneel down and apologize to me, I won't paint anyone's portrait in this village from now on. !"

"Although the old man is old, it is okay to come and go to other villages and beg for food." The old painter flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly.

Chen Sheng squinted at him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly unconsciously.

This old thing was unwilling to make a portrait of his parents before, no matter how he begged, and because of the problem of the portrait, people in the whole village urged people to come and target him.

Now he wants him to kneel down and apologize to him, even if the other party is an old man, Chen Sheng has a lot of killing intent in his heart.

Liang Hao watched all this quietly, and whenever he felt the murderous intent emerging from Chen Sheng, his eyes would light up a bit.

In the chaotic world of monsters, no saints from every state and every state showed up, the cultivators protect themselves, and the world is chaotic. If he blindly retreats with kindness, then even if Chen Sheng is talented, he absorbs more purple energy on the day the dragon rises. In his eyes, After all, it is just like a larger fish, it is impossible to jump out of the lake and fish into a dragon.

Behind Chen Sheng and these people, in the courtyard of Chen Sheng's home, Lao Liu stood there with a calm face, standing with his hands behind him, quietly listening to the movement outside without saying a word.

The words of the old painter not only thoroughly stimulated the village chief, but also the villagers such as Chen Lei and Chen Ming. No one will not die. Everyone who is alive does not want himself or his family members. After death, he will even have a portrait. No, the corpse was taken away by the demon corpse.

Therefore, it is impossible for Chenjiacun to let the old painter leave.

The village chief's eyes rolled in his sockets, and a decision was already made in his heart. A majestic wink immediately fell on Chen Sheng's uncle, Chen Lei.

Chen Lei hesitated slightly, and quickly made up his mind, and nodded quietly.

He nodded, and a big man behind the village chief came out immediately.

Stepping out in one step, the cultivation base of the second floor of the refining realm is fully revealed.

"Chen Sheng, you don't know how to repent, and now you have to confront the painter and ruin the foundation of my Chen Family Village." After the big man walked out, the village chief said a lot more solemnly.

"Now I give you two choices. One, you kneel down and beg the master painter to forgive you, and take your parents' bodies out of Chenjia Village and leave here. Of course, you can still come back. No one will move this house. You can live forever if you want."

Chen Sheng raised his eyebrows. The deep meaning of the village chief's words was his own house. He went in and lived in, but instead received his gift, would he be grateful instead?

"Secondly, I asked you to kneel down, and then kowtow to the master painter to admit your mistakes, pray for forgiveness, and then throw your parents' coffin together with you, and you are not allowed to return to Chenjiacun."

"Two choices, you choose yourself." The village chief said, and the big man took a step forward again, only one arm away from Chen Sheng.

The aura of the second floor of the Qi Refining Realm pressed over, and matched with his size that was a head taller than an ordinary person, which was very deterrent.

However, what this big man, the village head, Chen Lei and others didn't know was that although Chen Sheng had only been away for a few days, everything he experienced was not what they could imagine.

When Chen Sheng fought against the demon corpse, it was no longer a fight between people. For the sake of a **** battle, as long as there was a half-point mistake in front of the demon corpse, it would be torn apart and face death.

So after listening to the two choices made by the village chief, when the big man walked towards Chen Sheng and wanted to make a move, Chen Sheng did not sit and wait for death, but made a move directly.

His left foot swiveled on the ground, and his toes scraped the dirt out of a pit. With the force of rotation, he punched the big man with his fist.

"Two choices for your mother, Lao Tzu's own life, no one is qualified to intervene."

The anger in Chen Sheng's heart erupted completely like a volcano with this swear word.

With a cracking sound, his fist hit the big man.

Because Chen Sheng has not yet obtained the exercises, even though he swallowed the Qi Gathering Pill, and the seven-hole bronze on his chest made the Qi Gathering Pill exert seven times the medicinal effect, the innate qi content in his body was like a refinement. He is like a cultivator at the first level of Qi, but in the eyes of outsiders, he has no cultivation skills at all.

The thin body of a teenager, with slightly immature fists, smashed at the big man, no matter how you look at it, it looked like a pebble hitting a rock.

The big man sneered, opened his big hand contemptuously, and then grabbed Chen Sheng's fist, "Little bunny, it seems that I was really pretending to be stupid before, and I also know that I am going to be strong. I will let you know now, what is egg touch? stone……"

Click.

Halfway through his words, Chen Sheng's fist had fallen on the palm of his hand.

According to his plan, he should close his fingers, grab Chen Sheng's fist in the palm of his hand, and then directly lift Chen Sheng up and throw it out.

But when Chen Sheng's fist really fell on his palm, all the plans in his heart became naive.

A piercing pain came, and he could clearly feel that his metacarpal bones broke directly from Chen Sheng's fist, and fell off to the surroundings.

Before he could react more, Chen Sheng's feet had already been delivered, "You stone is not as good as my egg!"

boom.

The big man was kicked on his abdomen by Chen Sheng, and he spit out a bitter water. He arched his body, flew upside down, hit a stone mill, and stopped.

Chen Sheng glanced at the big man contemptuously and randomly glanced at the village chief. Then he clapped his hands and walked towards the coffin of his parents, staring at the painter with bloodshot eyes, "It's not that my parents don't have a portrait, but with your ability. I am not qualified to sense the existence of this portrait."

As he said, he gently pushed open the lids of the two coffins, revealing a larger gap. The two portraits that were written on his heart, instantly reflected a **** light, and they were thrown in the air to form him. The appearance of the two parents.

Seeing this scene, the old painter's feet were soft, and he slumped directly to the ground with a slap. His lips were white and his eyes were wide. It made people think that he would kick his legs at any time and die on the spot.

The blood light of the two portraits shone in the air, which also exceeded Chen Sheng's expectations. The blood light rushed straight into the sky, illuminating the distance several miles away.

The entire frontier wasteland, all the powerful beings, raised their heads at this moment and looked at the blood in the sky.