The human body is refined, a legend that is forbidden in alchemy.
In countless Western texts, the human body is a terrible existence.
In the anime Fullmetal Alchemist, two alchemists become their dead mothers, the elder brother loses his left foot and right hand, and the younger brother loses his body.
And what was refined was a blood-mass monster named Mom, who was not in human form.
Chu Wangxian actually knew it in his heart, because it was too terrifying, this alchemy holy book was actually sealed by the Light God Sect.
But the record inside is likely to involve a very terrible secret.
After inheriting the memories of the previous life, Chu Wangxian suspected that this alchemy holy book was related to the many monsters recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".
What is the specific connection, you have to look at the content of the alchemy holy book to know.
"I don't know what alchemy scriptures you're talking about, if you want it, why don't you go to the Light God Sect."
Matthias sneered at Chu Wangxian.
He looked at Chu Wangxian contemptuously, and was sure that Chu Wangxian would not dare to go over.
A false prophet who entered the Cult of the Illuminati will only be burned like a witch, like Joan of Arc.
"Bastard!"
Rasputine was vicious, angry and angry at Mattia.
"Matthias, in the presence of the prophet, you are so offended, believe it or not, I will screw your head off now."
"Rasputin, since I'm here, I'm not going back."
Matthias looked directly at each other and didn't let it, saying that it was good, but it was because of his firm faith, and when he said it was ugly, his mind was not clear, so he was sent here to be cannon fodder, just like the envoys before the two armies fought, they were all cannon fodder characters.
"Okay, I'll go to the City of Prophets of the Cult of Light!"
Chu Wangxian nodded.
His words were final.
Rasputin and Amphia were in a hurry, and even knelt down and begged Chu Wangxian not to go to the Church of Light.
The Church of Light is so rebellious, and goes to the City of the Prophets, that it is impossible to enter the Hosts alone.
"It doesn't matter!
Since it is a city of prophets, it is naturally a city of prophets.
Chu Wangxian raised his hand to stop it.
Mattia's eyelids jumped, she forcibly endured the uneasiness in her heart, looked at Chu Wangxian, and forced a smile and sneered.
"God Almighty, with the eyes that illuminate the world, will see clearly that evil is waiting for you, hell is waiting for you, false prophet." …… One day later!
City of the Prophets, Vatican CityState.
"This is St.
Peter's Basilica, designed by Michelangelo, the largest church in the world, with a capacity of 60,000 people, in front of which is an oval square with 4 columns of 284 Doric pillars, on which are 140 saints......"
In the magnificent church, there is a lot of people and pedestrians.
The Cult of the Illuminati is a widespread religion with 12.5 billion people.
The number far exceeds that of Taoist and Buddhist believers.
The holy city of the Cult of Light, the City of the Prophets, is divided into an outer city and an inner city.
The outer city is in the world, and the inner city is in the small world.
On weekdays, a large number of believers and tourists enter the outer city.
In the crowd, a group of young people was particularly energetic, and an experienced teacher, with more than 30 young students of the Academy of Fine Arts, was visiting.
The teacher is presenting the history of the cathedral.
"Michelangelo I know that the statue of David was created by him, and as long as he graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, he will definitely copy the statue of David."
A Chinese female student studying in Italy raised her hand.
“bgo！
Miss Zhen, you have traveled thousands of miles to study art, and you have come to the right place.
The teacher raised his hand excitedly.
If you want to study art, you must go to Renaissance Italy, which is the consensus of art students from all over the world, who copy various works of their predecessors such as "David", "Mona Lisa's Smile", and "The Last Supper".
"But Miss Zhen, the statue of David is not here, it is at the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence."
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Zhen Nuxin stuck out her tongue playfully.
Suddenly, there was a cacophony in the crowd, and a group of 100 cardinals passed through the crowd.
"Look, it's the Cardinals!"
"So many cardinals, is something going on?"
Some tourists can't help but worry.
If it is said that the pope of the Cult of Light is equivalent to a king, then the cardinal is equivalent to the princes of various places, and there are only about one hundred and eighty people in the world, and there are only one or two cardinals in the entire Chinese region.
Now that hundreds of cardinals have come together, it is clear that something big is happening.
The crowd consciously avoided it, like a tide rushing to both sides, Zhen Nuxin was pushed by the crowd and unconsciously rushed forward.
"Ahh With a scream, she staggered, propped her hands forward, and the selfie stick in her hand flew out and went straight to a statue.
Zhen Nuxin stood up, her face suddenly pale.
When I looked up, I saw a long string of white marks poking out of the statue's chest.
"It's over, this is the Holy Mourning, the statue of the Virgin in her arms of the dead Son."
"Michelangelo, the only signed statue was ruined."
The crowd was furious, and even those who did not know much about art were saddened to hear that Michelangelo's work had been destroyed.
This is Michelangelo's work when he was 23 years old.
Michelangelo was so unhappy that he sneaked into St.
Peter's Church at night and did something impossible for any sculptor to engrave his signature on the breast of the Virgin.
This is a masterpiece.
One can imagine how much the Mona Lisa's smile would have been lost if it had been crossed.
Some people even silently estimated in their hearts and whispered how much compensation this Chinese girl should pay.
The smile of the Mona Lisa has an estimated value of 1.8 billion euros, and on this holy martyr, Michelangelo's only signature was destroyed, and the loss was at least hundreds of millions.
Hearing that she wanted to compensate hundreds of millions, Zhen Nuxin was completely stupid.
"This young lady, please come with us to the police station, the damage to the statue of Michelangelo is not a trivial matter, and it needs to be negotiated in detail."
A black-clad monk and the police came to intervene.
Zhen Nuxin muttered to herself in a daze, saying that she was a student, and even if she was sold, she would not be able to compensate.
"If you can join the Church of Light, you can forgive your sins a little."
The black-clothed monk shook his head and said.
Zhen Nuxin's heart was desperate, blank, and she didn't know what she should say.
How could she have so much money, and even in order to go abroad, her parents even sold their house.
This Italy is not a paradise, there are many refugees in Rome, and no one dares to go out at night.
As for supper, that's no, even the shops are closed on weekends, a very boring country.
She now regrets coming to Italy.
"Why bother to make it difficult, the damage is not intentional, and the Huaxia people don't believe in the Bright God Sect!"
There was a sudden sound in the crowd, soft, but it seemed to float from the sky and was deafening, and the thousands of people present could hear it clearly, like a god's statement.
The crowd looked in awe.
In the ranks of the cardinals, a young Chinese man walked out.
"Her compensation, I'm out."
The crowd immediately burst into an uproar, and there was a young man who was not in a mess and shouted, accompanied by a yellow-haired monkey.
A work of art, however, is priceless.
Chu Wangxian's eyes were cold, and everyone didn't even see how Chu Wangxian made a move.
Yes!
Screams filled the sky.
The man with an unclean mouth flew out dozens of meters, like a kite that had dropped its strings, and his nose bleeded.
If it weren't for the cardinals who played the role of fixing the sea god needle here, everyone would probably think that Chu Wangxian was a monster and would have fled.
Chu Wangxian raised his eyes.
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Take a step, and before jumping onto the statue of the Holy Martyr, cast a refining array and gently stroke it.
"God, what kind of technology is this, it can actually fix Michelangelo's signature."
There was a lot of discussion.
Seeing the cardinals walking towards the temple where the Pope was located with Chu Wangxian, Zhen Nuxin came to her senses and hurriedly shouted.
"Who are you, I really don't know how to thank you."
"It's okay, it's just a small thing."
"Can you tell me your name?"
Zhen Nuxin bit her lip and asked.
"Chu Wangxian!"
The cardinals' procession meandered like snakes, quickly disappearing from everyone's eyes.
"Mr.
Chu, my name is Zhen Nuxin, and I will carve a statue for you that can be passed down for centuries."
A shout jumped out of the crowd.