The heavens start from Maoshan

Even the head of the county yamen, who is known as the murderer of Guobei County, would have his head smashed in less than a hundred rounds in his hands.

"The pole gang, Lu Sheng, came to pay a visit to Tan Zumen today with the crazy stick method."

Lu Sheng dragged the white wax pole and smashed the signboard of Tan's leg door with one stick: "Please kill me by all means, please."

"Brother, he tore down our signboard!"

"Eldest brother, kill him, kill him."

After ten rounds.

Lu Sheng beat Tanzumen's elder brother to death with a single stick, and clasped his fists and said, "You guys go up together."

"Revenge for senior brother."

30 NO.[-] Disciples of the Tan Leg Sect rushed forward with sticks in their hands.

The result.

Two fists are no match for four hands, so of course Lu Sheng was beaten to death.

But that's what he wanted.

One-on-one, no one is his opponent. If you want to improve, you have to break through yourself and put more pressure on yourself.

For the first time, seven disciples of Tanzumen were killed, and then they were besieged and died.

The second time, he beat to death twelve disciples of Tanzumen, and their heads were smashed with a stick.

The third time, the fourth time,...

Lu Sheng keeps challenging himself.

At the fourth time, Lu Sheng gasped heavily, looking at the disciple of Tanzumen who fell to the ground, with a smile on his face.

"This kid is interesting."

Inside the bookstore.

Zhang Heng's eyes reflected everything.

At first, he thought that Lu Sheng would let himself go after he found out that he would restart every day, just like game players do to game n, killing and setting fire, women cadres and silver robbery, doing all kinds of evil, with no moral bottom line at all.

But he found he was wrong.

Lu Sheng was very thoughtful. He restarted the dream world more than 300 times, and he has been constantly improving himself for almost a year.

In the end, he even used the way of life and death to temper his will and martial arts.

If this were done in reality, he would have died hundreds of times earlier, but this is the world of dreams, unless Zhang Heng agrees, otherwise people will not die, which is suitable for the crazy fighting style.

"One day in the future, my dream world will be big enough to accommodate hundreds of millions of living beings, covering all heavens and myriad worlds."

"Is it true that I can use the characteristics of the dream world to open a martial arts arena?"

"Or, build it into a second world, where the powerful from all heavens and myriad worlds can enter after falling asleep, and then compete here, fight for hegemony, and hone themselves?"

Zhang Heng thought a little far.

Those who do not plan for the future are not enough to plan for a while.

Zhang Heng didn't know what the future would be like.

But he knew that if he could create the grand blueprint he wanted in his heart, there would definitely be a place for him in the heavens and myriad realms.

After all, the dream world has no secrets for him, here he is the god of rules, the god of creation.

Countless strong men are fighting under his nose, shaping myriad spells. Naturally, these battles and spells will also become his nourishment.

more than this.

If there is an idea of ​​a strong man dying in battle in a dream.

This spiritual thought will also be turned into the nourishment of the dream world to strengthen the dream world.

One or two may be inconspicuous.

But what about billions of beings?

Every day, [-] million real immortal thoughts die in the dream, not many individuals, only a little spiritual thought, which has no effect on me.

Sand can be gathered to form a tower, and soil can be gathered to form a mountain. Changes in quantity will also cause changes in quality.

For a long time.

Sooner or later, the dream will become the real world.

At that time, in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, there will be another Great Thousand Dream Realm.

Zhang Heng sits on one side of the Great Thousand World and is the master of the Great Thousand World. A saint dare not say that there should be a place under a saint.

"You're fine."

Lu Sheng is practicing.

In the dark, the voice of a god emerged in my heart.

"Who?"

Lu Sheng stood up and looked around: "Who are you?"

"who am I?"

"I am God, the God of Dreams."

"Your behavior has inspired me, and I am going to reward you."

Zhang Heng didn't show up in person, but resounded in Lu Sheng's heart in a way of divine words: "You should have noticed that this world is not complete, and it repeats every day."

"Because of certain restrictions, such repetitions will continue."

"It's a torment for you."

"So I decided to put your divine thoughts back into reality, so that you can become one with yourself."

"At that time, you can bring back everything you got in the dream world, will you be willing?"

Willing or not.

Definitely would.

Lu Sheng has lived in the dream world for a year, and the dream world that repeats every day seems to him more and more illusory and unreal.

He was like a mouse trapped in a cage, alone and helpless.

If he could return to his normal life with this martial arts, it would be too much to say, becoming the leader of the Pole Gang and unifying all the gangs in Guobei County, it would not be difficult to be an underground emperor.

In this way, my sister will not have to suffer anymore.

"In that case, you can go."

Zhang Heng opened up the dream world and knocked Lu Sheng's divine sense back into his body.

next second.

Lu Sheng, who was sleeping soundly at home, woke up with a jolt.

Looking at the familiar home, and the elder sister lying on the side, humming constantly, as if eating, Lu Sheng's eyes lit up: "You're really back?"

Lu Sheng couldn't sleep anymore.

Putting on his clothes, he walked out of the house and performed Eagle Claw Kung Fu in the yard.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, and Lu Sheng jumped up and down in joy. It was not a dream, he really learned the kung fu of Eagle Claw Gate and Tan Leg Gate, and became the number one in Guobei County.

"sister!"

Lu Sheng happily ran back to the house.

"Ok?"

Lu Yun opened her eyes in a daze, with a look of bewilderment.

"I can make you live a good life."

Lu Sheng cried and laughed: "We don't have to suffer so much."

a few days later.

Lu Sheng took the white wax pole and asked someone to make two banners.

On the left is written: A wax rod, hit Guo Bei's invincible hands.

On the right side it says: Fist and foot are unparalleled, I am the king of the pole gang.

Holding a banner, they paraded through the streets.

Picking up the eight leaders of the pole gang, first becoming the gang leader of the pole gang, and then setting up a ring, they have not lost a single battle in seven days.

For a moment, Lu Sheng's name resounded throughout the hundred miles.

There are even rumors that on the barren hills in the southwest of Guobei County, there lives a weasel that takes the shape of a human and loves sticks.

Even it was defeated by Lu Sheng after more than a hundred matches, and he said: "A fierce man, such a fierce stick, how many people did he kill, the killing intent is strong, attached to the stick, even My spells are broken."

Actually it doesn't know.

For a year in the dream, there was a fierce battle every day, not only to determine the superiority, but also to determine life and death.

Lu Sheng had already beheaded thousands of people, and he was beheading ten thousand people.

Such a vicious person, even if he has not cultivated the energy and blood of martial arts, it is not something ordinary spirits can provoke.

For a timid person, looking at Lu Sheng with killing intent can scare the urine in an instant. It is a kind of stare that makes people's scalp tingle just by looking at each other.

"Unifying the underground world of Guobei County, known as the little bully with white poles."

"Hey, accidentally, another person's fate has been changed."

It has reached the point of Zhang Heng.

Really like the grandfather in the novel, with every move, he can easily rewrite other people's lives.

Take Lu Sheng as an example.

Without his intervention, Lu Sheng would have been trampled at the bottom of society forever, and it would be difficult for him to stand up.

Even if he has some talent in martial arts, where can he get a few taels of money to practice martial arts.

And then again,

If it weren't for the dream world, it would reset every day.

Even if Lu Sheng was given ten taels of silver, he would be more likely to buy his sister a dowry instead of practicing martial arts with the money.

Practicing martial arts is because it is reset every day, and it is meaningless to buy a dowry.

"I just don't know if Lu Sheng will be with Widow Qin in the future."

Through hundreds of observations.

Zhang Heng found out that Lu Sheng didn't care about many people, his sister Lu Yun was one, and Widow Qin was one.

The first time Lu Sheng killed someone, it was the old father-in-law who bullied Widow Qin.

Now back to reality, time is no longer reset.

With his murderous character cultivated in the dream world, killing people is really like drinking water.

Unfortunately.

Zhang Heng couldn't wait for the result.

Because on this day, Yan Chixia came to look for him.

For the sake of persevering in truth.

"I know about Xu Hongru's retreat, he told me about it."

"In addition, making Bailian a saint is also somewhat related to me, and I also passed on a spell to her."

While Zhang Heng answered, he asked back, "What happened?"

"Don't mention it. During this period of time, Hengzhen Taoism has developed rapidly, with thousands of miles of preaching and millions of believers."

Yan Chixia paused slightly: "The Twelve Princes have written a letter stating that Hengzhen Dao wants to rebel."