The heavens start from Maoshan

One day, the descendants of Changshengtian will stand on the city of Kaifeng, proclaiming their testimony and conquest to the whole world.

"Don't wait."

suddenly.

Cold voices sounded from outside the tent.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a young man dressed in Central Plains walking in with a sword in hand.

"who are you?"

Mu Lihua turned pale with shock.

You must know that this is the big tent of the Chinese army, and even a fly cannot fly in, so how could there be strangers.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"It's what I do that matters."

Zhang Heng glanced over.

In the end, it fell on Marshal Mu Lihua, Cavalry General Mile, and the first warrior Subie Etai.

"what are you going to do?"

Mu Lihua felt that the visitor was not kind.

Just looking around, and then thinking that this is the big tent of the Chinese army, my heart became more stable.

"Old days."

"Zhao Taizu broke through Hou Shu, once broke into the enemy's camp alone, captured the commander and returned alive."

Zhang Heng's eyes fell on Mu Lihua: "I want to try it too."

"Bold!"

"kill him!"

The generals in the battalion drew out their swords one after another.

There was a burst of slashing, and soon a general laughed grinningly and said: "Where did the wild monk come from, blowing wildly, he was hacked to death by me."

Take a closer look.

Shocked, the person who was hacked to death by him was not his lieutenant general, who else could it be.

chaos...

Dream, change, illusion.

Three techniques enveloped the barracks.

I saw the fog in the barracks, shouting and killing.

Zhang Heng stood quietly in the sky.

Admiring Mu Lihua, who was regarded as him, was besieged and fought to death by everyone.

To death.

In the eyes of the generals, Zhang Heng was also the one they besieged and killed.

From Mu Lihua's point of view, it was King Min who led the Northern Wilderness Army to attack them. No matter how he killed them, he couldn't kill the enemy army.

In fact, it was nothing more than cannibalism.

"The number of people..."

Looking at the burning camp, Zhang Heng whispered, "To me, it's meaningless."

Under his three-in-one spell of dream, illusion, and transformation.

Those who are not strong will lose themselves.

Those who are not strong in the Tao will be forced to perish.

Under his magic domain, unless there is a way to restrain it, he will clean it up like a trash.

to this point.

Zhang Heng himself is equivalent to an epic boss with its own negative effects and a challenge level of [quasi-immortal].

The so-called one hundred thousand troops.

In his eyes, he was just a novice player.

A few high-ranking players led a group of novice players to challenge the final boss, but in the end they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Three..."

Zhang Heng glanced at the burning barracks, then turned around and left, muttering, "There are four more."

In the Longevity Tribe, there are a total of seven He Dao Realm.

In the ancestral land, there are about 2 to 3 loose immortals.

As long as these people are eliminated, the rise of the Longevity Tribe is just a joke.

"Sweat..."

at the same time.

The great wizard of the Longevity Tribe found Temuhe who was handling government affairs: "Marshal Mu Lihua, General Miele, and the ever-burning lamp on the Subie forehead are off."

"what?"

Temuhe turned pale with shock.

None of the tribe's warriors is superfluous, let alone a general like Marshal Mu Lihua.

"what happened?"

Temuhe stood up abruptly: "Who is it, the Northern Wilderness Army?"

The great wizard shook his head: "I summoned Marshal Mu Lihua's soul, but I couldn't call it back. Marshal Mu Lihua even exiled his soul, but I still saw a few pictures through witchcraft. In the pictures were burning barracks. There is also a young man with a cold face and a sword on his back."

Speaking of it.

The great wizard paused slightly: "He is coming towards us."

the other side.

Zhang Heng, who was on his way, suddenly raised his head and looked around.

In the dark.

He has a sense of being watched.

"The way of illusion lies in one body."

"Climbing to the real fairy hermit depends on one's heart."

Zhang Heng chanted mantras and prayed in all directions.

Every time you worship, there will be a cheer from heaven and earth.

After four prayers.

Zhang Heng even concealed his figure and became one with nature. He clearly saw that he was right in front of his eyes, but he was in another world, and what he saw was just a reflection.

"Ancestral land!"

After thinking about it, Zhang Heng didn't go to the court of the Great Khan in Temuhe.

Instead, he took a detour and went to Erguna, the ancestral land of the Longevity Tribe.

Because in his opinion, Tiemuhe may have destiny, and it is definitely a hard nut to crack.

in contrast.

The seemingly powerful ancestral land, as well as those guardian Sanxians, are nothing more than chickens and dogs in his eyes.

Erguna.

It is a grassland.

There are tents everywhere, and longevity altars one after another, heralding the extraordinary here.

Zhang Heng fell from the sky.

Sweeping his eyes, he found that every longevity altar embodies the power of extremely sincere faith.

"Longevity!"

Zhang Heng thought of the history of the longevity tribe.

In the Longevity Tribe, there used to be a Desolate King.

That desolate king, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as a sacrifice, ushered in the arrival of the Longevity Heaven.

Since then, Changshengtian has protected the grassland and the Changsheng tribe.

To some extent, the Longevity Tribe is destined to become the king on the grassland.

Because the other tribes, under the protection of the Changshengtian, unknowingly owe the great karma of the Changsheng tribe, and this karma must be repaid.

"I call Huang Tian with my blood..."

Zhang Heng looked around and then at the sky.

Pulling out the sword, cutting the palm of his hand, standing on the altar of Changshengtian, he began to practice: "Changshengtian is dead, and Huangtian should be established. The age is now, and the sky is irreversible!"

Heaven is irreversible, but it can be replaced.

Following Zhang Heng's spellcasting.

The sky was covered with thunderclouds, with green clouds lingering on one side and yellow clouds intertwined on the other, as if two armies were at war, a battle began.

boom! !

There was a dragon chant in the sky.

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a metal dragon with long horns glaring at him.

"National luck!"

"About to transform into a dragon!"

Zhang Heng just glanced at it and smiled: "Unfortunately, you haven't transformed yet."

There is still a big difference between a flood dragon and a real dragon.

Zhang Heng drew out his sword and smeared his own blood on it, muttering in his mouth: "Heaven is not benevolent, change it, the earth is not benevolent, it should be overthrown, use my blood, call Huang Tian, ​​behead!"

Zhang Heng threw the sword in his hand into the sky.

The Taiping Sword was originally a sword that beheaded the fate of the country.

Seeing the Taiping sword approaching, Jiaolong let out a mournful cry, turned around and ran away.

In the end, within a few hundred feet, he was chased by the Taiping sword, and one piece was chopped on the dragon's horn.

hold head high! !

Jiaolong let out a scream, a pair of dragon horns were cut off, and fell towards the river.

Zhang Heng is about to take advantage of the victory and pursue.

Then I heard the sound of breaking through the sky.

Looking up, there were two loose immortals who exuded a decadent aura and were incompatible with nature.

"Thunder of the Nine Heavens, listen to my call!"

Facing Sanxian.

Zhang Heng didn't panic at all, because although Sanxian carried the word "Xian", it was very different from a real immortal.

More importantly, Sanxian has no physical body, only a soul.

He was born to be restrained by Leifa, and Zhang Heng is the one who makes good use of Leifa.

"Ray comes!"

Zhang Heng pointed at a Sanxian with the tip of his sword.