The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 534: Supreme Judgment (I)

"But speaking of it..." Xuanzhou's researcher Zhuona bit a big mouthful of meat and suddenly asked, "This meat is so delicious, what kind of meat is it?"

"Oh, this is the meat of a strange-faced cow. We caught it on the road in the strange fog." Mei Yuanzheng said casually.

After he said this, everyone immediately stopped the chewing action that they had been enjoying so much. They couldn't swallow the meat in their mouths, nor could they spit it out. It was really embarrassing.

However, the image of the strange-faced cow kept lingering in his mind, making him feel a little nauseous. In the end, he forced himself to swallow it with his eyes closed because of Mei Yuanzheng's excellent cooking skills.

You know, the weird-faced cow, as the name suggests, does not have a normal cow face, but a weird face. Most of the time it even looks like a person who is crying or roaring angrily.

It looked extremely terrifying. According to rumors, this face looked like the last human who died. Their method was to use illusion to make their prey drill into their bodies and become their food.

As for why the appearance is always human, some researchers think that this is a cow's preference, while others think that this is human arrogance, thinking that everything looks like themselves.

Therefore, there was such an episode. Most people were a little wary of the barbecue that they had been drooling over, but some people thought that since they had already eaten it, why be so pretentious?
Of course, it’s best to eat enough at one time!
Ji Nan thought so. Seeing his brother next to him looking at the skewers in his hand with his head down and hesitating for a long time without moving his mouth, he asked casually:

"Brother, it seems like you've been holding the meat in your hand, but you feel like this is the meat of a strange-faced cow and you don't want to eat it anymore? If you don't mind..."

The brother handed over the barbecue without saying a word.

Ji Nan immediately laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close and said, "You are really kind. Which country are you from? Why do you look unfamiliar to me?"

But the brother just replied something in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and unclear.

Ji Nan moved closer and asked, "What did you say? Where are you from?"

Finally I could hear clearly that person's hoarse voice: "I... come from... the supreme... kingdom of God..."

Ji Nan was a little confused. He looked at his brother's lowered face with his strange eyes. Then he understood. No wonder he didn't want to eat the barbecue, because he didn't have a mouth at all.

No, it’s not as simple as not having a mouth, this brother has no face at all!
His face was a blur of mist, with only a terrifying glow.

This fear is not due to evil, but simply due to the feeling of oppression from the Supreme God.

In Ji Nan's vision, he seemed to be crawling at the feet of a huge Supreme God, small and helpless, and could only surrender completely from the bottom of his heart.

So, to outsiders, it seemed that Ji Nan suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and the skewers in his hand fell into the snow.

He was crying and laughing, and seemed to be in a madness.

Everyone began to notice that something was wrong.

Of course, as a team composed entirely of trainees, they were quick-witted and quickly realized the source of this abnormality. Their eyes immediately turned to the mysterious-looking man next to them.

With a flash of fire, a burning skewer was quickly placed on the man's neck like a sharp sword.

It turned out to be Mei Yuanzheng. Seeing that something was wrong, he took decisive action.

However, this didn't work at all.

As soon as the stick approached the man's neck, it was forced to bend by some law and could not get any closer.

This person raised his head, and everyone immediately saw this extremely strange face.

But like Ji Nan, they only had time to think for a moment about how strange this face was before they felt a strong will that wanted everyone to prostrate themselves.

All the people were completely powerless to resist and were suppressed on this road, no matter if they were cultivators in the Mingzhen realm or the Dongxuan realm.

This is the absolute suppression that comes from the power of faith.

Is there anyone here who does not believe in the Supreme God?

Still there.

"You...what are you..." Mei Yuanzheng, who had a relatively high level of cultivation, raised his head little by little, barely looking at the existence that stood tall and proud in the Snow Mountain Heavenly Road. Ji Nan struggled to get up from the suppression, and although he was trembling all over, he tried his best to raise his head, looked up at the supreme existence, and sneered:

"You... are just an incarnation that borrowed divine power. Do you think you can suppress us?"

He quickly figured this out, but it brought on cold anger.

"You, question the power of God? You disrespect the gods, and you deserve to be punished."

An ice-cold voice sounded, and divine light swept across. Ji Nan instantly felt as if the pain deep in his soul was torn apart, and a desperate wail almost exploded from his body.

There was a flash of extreme fear in his eyes. He was afraid that he would degenerate into a complete monster because of this pain.

Just as everyone was struggling under this invisible oppression, a sharp sword light suddenly cut through the void. At the same time, colorful poison and a strong wave followed closely. The three forces hit the faceless man at the same time.

It turned out to be Mei Yuanzheng, Zhuona and Jinhua.

They have the highest level of cultivation and are the easiest to wake up, so they quickly fight back against this incarnation from a real level.

Between the black and white of the Snow Mountain Sky Road, a space of alternating reality and illusion was formed. All the people crawling in the divine realm were trapped in the void, while Mei Yuanzheng and the other three had already escaped and returned to reality. They all used their own methods to attack this mysterious and weird faceless man.

However, when these attacks approached the faceless man, they seemed to be easily resolved by divine power.

The man swung the holy sword in his hand, bringing with it an irresistible divine pressure, which instantly suppressed the cultivation of Mei Yuanzheng and others. Spiritual energy poured out like a broken dam, and the three of them almost immediately felt the loss of their strength, as if they were hollowed out, and the pain was indescribable.

Mei Yuanzheng's face changed drastically. While taking a breath, he finally saw the true identity of this faceless man and said in a trembling voice: "You really are sent by the temple..."

Zhuona was even more shocked, with disbelief in her eyes: "Temple?"

Her eyes fell on the holy sword in the faceless man's hand. Suddenly, a fishy and salty storm rolled up from the blade, as if a tsunami had instantly set off a tsunami across the 72 islands of Xuanzhou. The sword carried the power to destroy the world, as if it was going to submerge her hometown in endless waves.

Jinhua was shocked when she saw this scene. In her eyes, the holy sword exuded the power of a natural totem, as if the natural spirit worshipped by the people of Lingqiu had come in person.

She couldn't help but kneel down on the ground and prostrate herself under this primitive divine power.

However, only Mei Yuanzheng clearly realized the source of the holy sword. He looked up and saw a face that looked somewhat familiar to him.

Wen Zhiliang!
No, didn’t Wen Zhiliang, the former head of the Wen family and grandfather of the current crown prince, die of a sudden illness?
But at this moment, he just stood in front of him.

They were admitted as Jinshi in the same year, so she would remember his appearance.

Especially those eagle-like eyes, which Mei Yuan would never forget.

Sharp, focused, and terrifyingly calm, as if ready to replenish its prey at any time and lock it firmly.

When I heard the news of his death at that time, I felt a little regretful. I didn’t expect to see him again.

And it happened at this moment, on the Snow Mountain Road.

The holy sword swung down gently, and Wen Zhiliang spoke coldly, his voice echoing in the heavenly road like the bell of judgment: "Judgment - blasphemy against the authority of God, and propagation of heretical ideas contrary to the Book of God."

This sentence is like the implementation of divine law, carrying with it an unquestionable power.

This force of rules was so overbearing that it instantly nailed everyone to the ground, as if invisible shackles bound their souls and made it impossible to break free.

The divine power penetrated deep into their minds, probing every memory and revealing their past one by one, leaving nothing untouched.

"You have suggested that spiritual energy is not a gift from God. You are guilty."

"You, who proposed that strange air does not originate from nature, are guilty."

"You, who have doubted the coming of God, are guilty."

As charges were dropped one after another, every word was like a chain, tightly wrapped around their limbs, getting tighter and tighter, until they could no longer struggle, with no chance of escape.