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Xiahou swordsman untied the sword and put it on his knees: "It is said that it is the treasure of Tianmomen, and even drank the blood of immortals."

"Good sword, good sword."

Zhang Heng also had a smile on his face, and praised: "The man is good, and the sword is good. Congratulations, brother Xia Hou, the rain is over and the sky is clear, and you have got your wish."

"Don't dare to be that."

Xiahou swordsman sighed.

He really wasn't being polite, but he came to Lanruo Temple this time to ask for help: "This sword is very evil. I use it to kill people. Killing one person will increase my cultivation level, and killing two people will increase my ability by two points."

"As long as this sword is unsheathed, it will definitely return with blood. Now I think about it every day and dream at night. Even in my dreams, I dream that I am killing people, but I have no impression of those people."

Zhang Heng and Yan Chixia glanced at each other.

With the Heavenly Demon Sword, if someone kills someone, his cultivation level will increase, which is really worthy of the word Heavenly Demon.

As for Ye Youmeng, Zhang Heng felt that Xiahou swordsman was under too much pressure, not necessarily foretelling something.

Of course, precautions are indispensable.

Chapter 224: Purdue Cihang Dream Breaks Lanruo Temple

"Tell me about the scene in your dream. I practice dream art, so I should be able to answer one or two questions for you."

Purdue Cihang face to face.

Zhang Heng, Yan Chixia, Xu Hongru, Xiahou Swordsman chatted as if he didn't exist.

"Is such that."

Hearing this, Xiahou swordsman did not hide anything: "In my dream, I can't see myself. All I have is the enemy and the sword in my hand. Dreams don't repeat. Every dream is killing people, killing different people. I don't know those people at all."

"That's it!"

Zhang Heng already had guesses in his mind, but just out of safety, he thought for a while and added: "Show me the Heavenly Demon Sword."

Swordsman Xiahou hesitated for a moment, but handed the Heavenly Demon Sword to Zhang Heng.

"What a strong evil spirit and killing intent!"

The moment Zhang Heng received the Heavenly Demon Sword, Zhang Heng shuddered, as if what he got was not a sword, but a piece of eternal ice.

Afterwards, after a long time of contact, thoughts became more and more mixed in his mind, as the saying goes, he has a sharp weapon, and he is willing to kill himself. Looking at the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand, and then at Pudu Cihang on the side, there is always a feeling of coldness for him The impulse of a sword.

"Sure enough, it's a magic sword!"

Zhang Heng withdrew his thoughts, and said to Xiahou swordsman: "Weapons have been divided into gods and demons since ancient times. Divine swords protect them, and demon swords can mess with your mind. Your Heavenly Demon Sword is just a demon sword that can distract your mind. You can use it to kill Creatures, it will feed back part of the life essence of the creatures to you to enhance your strength, but the downside is that it will make you restless, and after a long time, the style of acting will naturally tend to be demonic."

His tone was slightly paused.

Zhang Heng said again: "As for the dream you mentioned, if my guess is correct, the sword bearer in the dream should not be you, but the former owner of the magic sword. The scene of him fighting side by side with the magic sword was recorded by the magic sword. Come down, so that you can learn the sword skills of the previous masters of the magic sword through this way of dreaming.

Of course, he must not have learned everything, but to become the master of the Heavenly Demon Sword, the masters of the Heavenly Demon Sword in the past should all have good cultivation.

Even if you don't learn ten points, it is very beneficial to learn seven or eight points. It is still very effective to broaden your horizons and create your own sword moves. "

Swordsman Xiahou was extremely grateful.

It's just that he now knows the disadvantages of the Demon Sword, but he has no solution or restraint, so he said: "The Heavenly Demon Sword Art I have learned complements the Heavenly Demon Sword. I can't give up the Heavenly Demon Sword. Being controlled by the magic sword, what should I do?"

Zhang Heng thought about it for a while, and said, "I have a Sutra of the Supreme Supreme Tranquility. This sutra is mainly about controlling the mind and eliminating distracting thoughts. It is suitable for you."

Swordsman Xiahou thought for a while and said, "I'm a swordsman. I don't have anything long. I only have the Heavenly Demon Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword Art. I don't want to owe people too much favor. Let me see this. I will make a copy of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art for you. , in exchange for your Qingjing Sutra."

"It doesn't have to be."

Zhang Heng waved his hand and said, "The Taishang Qingjing Sutra is just a minor scripture. It is used for reassurance before class in the morning and evening. It is not very valuable. In terms of value, I am afraid it is far inferior to your Heavenly Demon Sword Art."

Swordsman Xiahou didn't think so.

Once changed once, this is the long-term way.

He is a person who walks the rivers and lakes, and he knows that the most difficult thing to repay is the debt of favor. If he accepts this favor today, wouldn't he be a dwarf in the future.

As a swordsman, the only thing that matters is the sword. Xiahou swordsman doesn't want to carry too many things, which will only make his sword not fast enough and pure enough.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Seeing Xiahou swordsman insisting again and again, Zhang Heng couldn't say much.

the other side.

Seeing that the two of them finished chatting, Pudu Cihang also said with a smile: "Guardian Sword Yan Chixia, Hengzhen Taoist Master Xu Hongru, and Taiping Sword Zhuang Heng, if the poor monk's guess is right, you are here for me Yes."

Yan Chixia said in a deep voice: "Old demon Cihang, you devoured the fate of the country and manipulated the imperial court. It is unacceptable. The three of us are here to take your life. You accept your fate."

Pudu Cihang's face remained unchanged, and he still smiled: "You three are so confident that you will be able to defeat me?"

Xu Hongru sighed: "Pudu Cihang, I respect you as the king of all demons, I still know how powerful you are.

It's a pity that it's not that the three of us can't tolerate you, but that the Zhao family and Taoist sect can't tolerate you. Even if the three of us are defeated by you, what good is it? Next time, the second sage of Kunlun Mountain will come again, Dao, Zongzheng of the clan mansion, the head of the Confucius and Mencius family, and even 80 imperial troops.

Can you win all the time?

No way, we can afford to lose, and Taoism can afford to lose, but you can't afford to lose.

If you lose, you will die. If you fight against the whole world with your own strength, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism will beat you until you are beaten to death. This is the fate of becoming an abandoned child. "

The Montenegrin old demon is strong.

It is very strong, and it is very strong, otherwise it would not be able to rule the world.

In the end, it was still defeated by Bodhidharma's handwriting.

There are two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and two schools of Confucius and Mencius.

Isn't there such a series of treasures as Bodhidharma's handwriting?

No, it's just a matter of wanting to use it or not.

Once it is used and the sage's handwriting is unsealed, what resistance will Purdue Cihang have?

"Fate!"

Purdue Cihang felt powerless.

He was like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, the more he struggled, the more powerless he became.

"Protect Fa Zhang!"

Hearing the conversation of the people, a maidservant hidden in the dark appeared to protect the dharma.

Looking at these maidservants wearing purple robes, surrounded by Pudu Cihang, holding golden gongs and scimitars, Zhang Heng said, "Lanruo Temple is very good, it is suitable for fighting to the death, to show your prestige."

Putting his palms together, Pudu Cihang recited in a low voice: "You are too murderous, and you have the air to hurt peace. You should put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately! !

Deafening sound waves came from all directions.

But Zhang Heng and the others were completely unmoved.

It's okay to fool ordinary people and low-level monks with life-threatening Sanskrit, how can you do it in front of them.

"Fazhang, if you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. We will hold them back for you. You should go back to Xihuang."

The maidservants looked at each other, and led the little demon who came to kill Zhang Heng and the others.

"Look at me."

Xu Hongru waved his sleeves.

In an instant, two paper figurines flew out from the sleeves.

The paper figurine swelled against the wind, and soon grew to the size of an adult. With a flash of light, it turned into two silver armored female generals.

"Change!"

Xu Hongru pointed to the stool, and then pointed to the broom outside the gazebo.

In an instant, the stool and the broom flew out and landed beside the silver-armored female general, turning into two steeds and two silver guns.

"kill!"

The female general in silver armor rode a steed and held a silver spear, and fought with Pudu Cihang's maidservant and the little demon, and the two sides fought inextricably.

Actually.

Zhang Heng looked at it with his eyes, and saw that there were two paper figurines riding on stools, and they were fighting with people with brooms, and they fought fiercely.

"Fa Zhang!"

Soon.

A maid was pierced by a gun, screamed and fell to the ground, and looked at Pudu Cihang with a pleading face: "Hurry up!"

"Can you go?"

Xu Hongru shot suddenly.

A dodge appeared behind the two maidservants, reached forward with both hands, passed directly through the chest, and grabbed the heart and liver of the two.

"Fazhang, let's go!"

The maidservants continued to die in battle, and the rest rushed to the battlefield again without hesitation.

Zhang Heng stood aside and watched coldly.

into the eye.

Xu Hongru, who was full of blood and laughed loudly, and the maidservants who kept dying in battle, and begged Pudu Cihang to retreat quickly before they died, formed two sharply contrasting pictures.

If you don't know what happened, just watch the scene.

It seems that who is the party of justice?

Well, there is no justice, only each is his master and interests are entangled.

In Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

One Lu, two Zhao, three Dian Wei, four or six Zhang Fei.

The 24 generals of the Three Kingdoms did not beat Deng Ai and Jiang Wei.

Wei, Shu and Wu of the Three Kingdoms, 24 famous generals and 36 partial generals, who is righteous and who is evil?

How to say this, there is no way to say.

This is not a world where good and evil can be distinguished. It is too narrow to speak only of good and evil.

"Hahahaha, what a joy!"

After a massacre, Xu Hongru's hands were bloody and he was in high spirits.

Zhang Heng glanced at him lightly.

When Xu Hongru was a teenager, he occasionally got a strange book, and learned the secret way and the method of changing.

If one were to become an undisciplined practitioner, one should live a life of unrestrained and unrestrained life.

It's a pity that he chose a difficult path to establish an orthodox inheritance.

This path is difficult.

In order to go on better, he can only take refuge in the powerful Kunlun faction, and stay low in front of others.

It made me depressed and extremely depressed. Zhang Heng thought, would he feel happy like this?

What is he planning in his life?

He was obviously a top [-] or even a top [-] master in the world, but he turned out to be a lackey of the Kunlun Sect.

How sad.

"Old demon, I have killed all your subordinates, why don't you take action?"

After taking care of the mobs around the boss, Xu Hongru was eager to fight.

"They died in front of me, and the pain was borne by me."

"If I die in front of them, they should be the ones who suffer."

Purdue Cihang lowered his head, and his face became more compassionate: "Give me the time for a stick of incense, I want to recite a part of the mantra for everyone, so as to show the love we have had over the years as master and servant."