The heavens start from Maoshan

There is mana in the sky, but the realm of Taoism and supernatural powers can't keep up, and they will be ashes under the catastrophe. This is also the common problem of many heresy warlocks who have been rampant for a while, but can't last long.

"careful!"

A thousand thoughts.

Zhang Heng thought a lot, but in fact, time did not pass long.

Almost the moment the three of them landed on him, Pudu Cihang began to tremble all over, squeezing out some dark green thick juice from the carapace.

When the thick juice was blown by the wind, it immediately turned into a thick green mist.

For a moment, the sky turned pale green, and I knew it was poisonous even if I thought about it with my toes.

"withdraw!"

Zhang Heng gave a low shout, and was the first to withdraw.

Not reconciled, Yan Chixia stood on the body of Pudu Cihang's demon and stabbed several times, but this stab, the action was a little slower.

When he wanted to leave again, the green poisonous mist had already spread, and he couldn't avoid it, so he could only bite the bullet and rush out.

"Very poisonous!"

Rushing out of the poisonous fog, Yan Chixia's whole body turned green, like a ghost with a green face.

Even eating several kinds of detoxification pills could not suppress the toxicity, so he said to everyone inconceivably: "This poisonous mist is so powerful, I didn't take a breath, but I just covered my face and rushed out of the poisonous mist, and I felt the stinging pain all over my body. The movement of mana is a bit slower than in the past."

Zhang Heng didn't dare to be careless when he heard the sound.

Pointing at the Taiping sword in his hand, he shouted: "Wind!"

The yellow wind howled, blowing away the poisonous mist in just a moment.

Just before everyone was happy, because of the source of Purdue Cihang, the poisonous mist quickly spread again.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng also felt a little tricky.

The Baizhang centipede that Pudu Cihang turned into was invulnerable to all weapons, and if he wanted to attack his vitals in close quarters, there would be poisonous mist to stop him.

For a while, the tiger bit the tortoise, and there was no way to start.

"These old monsters who have been famous for a long time are really difficult to deal with. Each of them has high attack, high defense, high recovery, and super thick blood volume. It is difficult to solve it in twos and twos."

Zhang Heng knew very well that his cultivation was still a bit low after all.

If they were at the same level, Pudu Cihang probably wouldn't be able to withstand him a few thunders.

"Closer but not close, far away but not powerful enough, how to fight?"

Xia Houfei came forward and made a plan with Zhang Heng.

"I have an idea."

Yan Chixia was slightly hesitant: "This old demon's body is as hard as iron, and it's hard to penetrate with a knife or spear, but I think that no matter how hard its carapace is, its inside must be very fragile. If it pretends to be swallowed by it, and then attacks from the inside, It must work."

This is such a brilliant idea, don't think of such a brilliant idea again in the future.

Zhang Heng didn't want to be swallowed by Purdue Cihang, and then break through its defenses from the inside, and immediately refused: "We are not in a hurry, the old demon is already a grasshopper after autumn, and it won't be a few days to jump around .”

"Now it is fighting us desperately, not us fighting it."

"I just can't kill it today, just get the magic weapon tomorrow and fight again. Sneaking into Yinping, taking a chance by chance, it's okay if it succeeds, if it doesn't work, there will be no tears."

in the plot.

When Yan Chixia finally killed Pudu Cihang, she was swallowed into her stomach and broke through from the inside.

But the problem is that reality is not a movie, there is something called accident.

The current Purdue Cihang is much more powerful than in the movie, who knows if it will be like the original if it is swallowed.

What if he died?

Zhang Heng didn't have the idea of ​​cultivating ghosts and immortals.

"Why don't you try your dream skills?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng was unwilling to take risks, Yan Chixia made another plan.

"Dream technique!"

Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat.

If it was Purdue Cihang under normal circumstances, such things as dream skills would definitely be useless.

After all, Purdue Cihang is not only a thousand-year-old demon, but also has the inheritance of Tantric Buddhism, and his Taoist heart is as firm as iron.

But the current Pudu Cihang is not in its heyday.

Its eyes are full of death will, knowing that no matter how it wins or loses today, it will have no way out, the difference is only sooner or later.

In this way, the heart must be shaken, and the dream technique may be able to work.

"You can try."

Zhang Heng flew up immediately, and covered Pudu Cihang with dream skills: "Please come into my dream, the wind blows through Xianzhou..."

Chapter 226: Bai Suzhen

"Did I win?"

under the dream.

Several people in Zhang Heng had already died in the battle, and the winner was Pudu Cihang.

It's just that after winning, Pudu Cihang couldn't laugh at all.

His fate has been fixed. He used to devour the luck of the dynasty in order to transform into a dragon, but now he is on the verge of failure. His luck has been backlashed and there is no hope of ascension. There are only two ways to go.

One is hiding in east and west, hiding around like a bereaved dog, avoiding hunting and killing, and trying to survive.

One is to stand uprightly and deal with wave after wave of pursuit until he dies in battle.

Purdue Cihang chose the latter.

He is the king of demon kings, and idling away is a trample on his thousand-year practice.

A strong man should die like a strong man.

For thousands of years, he has come step by step from a little centipede to today, not in order to survive by idling.

Make up your mind.

Purdue Cihang stayed in Lanruo Temple to chant scriptures every day, waiting for the fate to come.

Three days later.

Three Taoists, three monks, three Confucians, three generals, 12 people led hundreds of disciples and came hand in hand.

Fight from day to evening, from evening to morning.

Purdue Cihang was one against a thousand, his body was covered in blood, his armor fell off, and finally died of exhaustion.

after death.

Everyone killed his corpse and left happily.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, a generation of demon kings fell.

"What a dream!"

With a sudden shiver, Pudu Cihang woke up from the big dream.

"Fa Zhang thinks so, don't you?"

Zhang Heng asked each other.

Pudu Cihang thought for a while, then sighed, "This is destiny."

Zhang Heng clasped his hands together and whispered, "It is said that the Buddha is an enlightened one, but has Fazhang ever been enlightened?"

Pudu Cihang returned the salute and said: "Cassocks are inherently impure, and the world of mortals is not polluted by nature."

Zhang Heng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Good."

Then he said: "Fa Zhang has a great reputation all his life, so it would be a pity to die at the hands of Xiao Xiao. The three of us respect you as a master of the demon way. I can't bear to damage Fa Zhang's reputation. You are a god, please think about yourself."

"Come on, let's go."

"It's my fate, it's useless, it seems that I'm not free and easy if I struggle more."

Purdue Cihang lay cross-legged on the ground, and wrote a poem: "The thousand-year-old clock in the ancient temple is just a fool's dream."

After speaking, he passed away.

call! !

There was no fire on Pudu Cihang's body and it ignited spontaneously. From the flame, a demon pill and a demon monk's relic in three colors of black, white and blue flew out.

Among them, black means that Pudu Cihang's means are very spicy, and he will do anything to achieve his goal.

White means that he does have superb Buddhist practice, and he can leave a piece of innocence in the world.

As for the last cyan color, it showed his origin from the demon clan.

"What a dream technique!"

Looking at Pudu Cihang who was sitting and leaving, Yan Chixia gasped.

He thought about thousands of endings, but he never thought that Pudu Cihang would choose to sit down.

But thinking about it, I don't find it strange that Pudu Cihang is at the end of his life, and Zhang Heng guides him in it, breaking his desire to fight.

Now that his heart was completely ashamed, he simply stopped struggling, lest people would think that he couldn't afford to lose.

"If you don't have a firm heart, you will sink into a dream."

"There is a lack of xinxing, and the dream technique can be called unsolvable."

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand, and the demon pill and the relic flew into his hand.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Heng handed the relic to Yan Chixia: "With this relic, you can go back to your business."

As for the demon pill, he accepted it unceremoniously, because this was what was said.

"This old demon walks freely."

Holding the relic, Yan Chixia also felt a lot of emotion.

That night.

Yan Chixia and the others left overnight.

Zhang Heng didn't follow back to Kaifeng, because the Buddhist sect was softening and the imperial power was beginning to rise. Kaifeng Mansion was like a big furnace, and it was inevitable to be annoyed when going back now.

He is used to idleness and wild cranes, he doesn't want to deal with aristocratic families, and he doesn't want to get too involved with the Zhao Dynasty. Fortunately, he won't go back. The demon pill has already been obtained, and everything is developing in a good direction. Kaifeng Mansion is not short of him.

"The imperial court rewards meritorious deeds."

A month later.

Yan Chixia came to Lanruo Temple to visit Zhang Heng, and told him about the things in the capital.

"First of all, Lord Frog, who has risen from a first-rank protector to a super-rank backer king, is known as the country's backer."

"The Frog God Temple in the imperial city has been built again, and it will be promoted to the world. In the future, incense offerings to the Frog God will be indispensable in various places in the south and north of the Yangtze River."

"Fu Tianchou's side is also good. From the original Minister of War, he became the grand master of the court."

"However, I don't understand Mr. Fu's thoughts. On the second day after he became a Grand Master, Mr. Fu asked him to return to his hometown on the grounds of being old and sick. If I remember correctly, Mr. Fu is six years old this year. Not old."

"Now is the time to make a difference. Retiring from old age and returning home is very confusing."

heard.

Zhang Heng didn't care about it, and said with a smile: "It's not too young to be a man in his seventies. It's better to leave the state affairs to the young people while they are still sick and unable to walk. "

Fu Tianchou's contribution is not great.

Of course, if he hadn't led the cold party to press hard, the aristocratic family would not have compromised so quickly.

But after the compromise, the dust settled, and there was no place for him in the court.

If he doesn't leave, the aristocratic family will not tolerate him. Looking at him, it feels like there is a thorn in his throat, like a thorn in his throat.

On the contrary, when he retires and returns to his hometown, he is not above the imperial court, but is raised by scholars, and everyone will give him a little face.