The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng tossed the demon-slaying jade pendant in his hand into the sky: "Six Ding Liujia, all over the world, the spirits guide and guide them, and they can reach the spiritual light."

Whoosh! !

Under Zhang Heng's urging, the demon-slaying jade pendant flew to the south quickly.

Zhang Heng followed closely behind, and with the sound of the sonic boom, a white light that broke through the clouds and fog was left in the sky.

after an hour.

Jifei has passed one hundred thousand miles, beyond the scope of Yaochi domain.

But the demon-slaying jade pendant did not stop, it seemed that it came from a farther place.

"It's so fast to escape the light, who is the master who is on the way!"

Zhang Heng is flying.

A golden light rose from below, chasing after him.

Zhang Heng frowned slightly. With his speed, it was not difficult to get rid of the visitor. Unfortunately, the flying speed of the Demon Slayer Jade Pendant was limited, and the visitor quickly caught up.

"Luoshan casual cultivator is a silent monk, and I have met a fellow Taoist."

It was a big monk who came.

Looking fat and fat, with a large string of Buddhist beads around his neck, he looks like a wild lonely Zen.

"Monk, why are you chasing me?"

Zhang Heng took the jade pendant and stood on the cloud.

The silent monk clasped his hands together, and smiled when he saw anyone: "Monk, I saw the astonishing brilliance of the Taoist friend, and I felt competitive in my heart, so I wanted to catch up and have a look. Don't blame, don't blame."

Zhang Heng was speechless.

It's like he was in a hurry on the highway, driving fast.

I was driving, and there was a car chasing me from behind. People were not in a hurry, they just wanted to see who was faster.

"This monk is boring enough."

Zhang Heng didn't have the heart to talk to him, so he said, "Poverty Taoist has important matters to deal with, you monk, don't make trouble."

Done.

Zhang Heng once again disappeared into light.

Looking at his back, Monk Buyu stroked his bald head and murmured, "I still want to make friends with him. It seems that I don't practice enough to be liked by others."

After thinking about it, Monk Buyu felt that he had to work harder.

Shake his head.

Return to Luoshan Broken Temple.

The temple is small and dilapidated.

Inside is a clay-bodied Maitreya reclining statue, which looks lifelike.

The silent monk walked into the temple, sat down cross-legged, and recited mysterious words: "When Maitreya Buddha will be born in the future, Ajiduo will be merciful and merciful..."

The clay statue of Maitreya seems to be smiling happily under the sunshine.

Looking closely, there is a plaque hanging behind Maitreya, with four characters written: "Maitreya is authentic. "

whoosh...

Zhang Heng flew quickly.

By the afternoon, it was over a million miles away.

The demon-slaying jade pendant flew straight for a while, and spun around for a while, appearing very excited.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng knew that he was not far from the Maoshan Sect in this world.

brush! !

Flying away for another half an hour.

The demon-slaying jade pendant surrounds a mountain, and refuses to leave for a long time.

Zhang Heng knew in his heart that this was the place, but when he took a closer look, the mountain was more than half collapsed. There were dense forests and strange rocks on the mountain. It didn't look like a blessed land of immortals.

"How could this be?"

Zhang Heng descended from the clouds and landed in front of the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, the hares on the mountain are full of children and grandchildren, and the two deer are happy with their hooves.

Other than that, there was no sign of human habitation at all, and there was only a stone tablet that had been cut open. The stone tablet was lying on all fours, with the word Mao written on it.

"I'm late?"

Zhang Heng walked around the mountain.

There are faint traces of some buildings on the mountain.

Looking at these traces, it has been deserted for hundreds of years.

"The river of time flows endlessly."

"Show..."

Zhang Heng stopped in his tracks and glanced at the mountain in front of him.

next second.

Patterns are reflected in the sky.

Zhang Heng looked up.

What I saw was a picture from 800 years ago.

In the picture, several groups of people were fighting, but what Zhang Heng didn't expect was that the clothes of these groups of people had Mao written on their clothes. Obviously, this was not an invasion by foreign enemies, but an internal strife.

"Nine veins of Maoshan, the number one talisman!"

"The lineage of stargazing is not weaker than that of people."

"Kill, kill this group of pigs and dogs who drive corpses, and dare to dig out the ancestors of our body training line and refine them into zombies. Today there are you without me."

Nine meridian wars.

Either for power, or for fame, or for profit.

mess up.

Zhang Heng watched silently.

He could imagine that at the beginning of the catastrophe, a group of people discovered the Maoshan inheritance.

So each of them occupies one of them, forming the nine veins of Maoshan.

Unfortunately.

The nine meridians seem to be a whole, but in fact they are doing their own thing, which is intolerable.

In the end, they thrive on alliances and are destroyed by internal strife.

Even the secret realm was shattered, and the owner of the demon-slaying jade pendant in Zhang Heng's hand was also discouraged because of this, and fled far away, and finally sat down with hatred, and never came back until his death.

"Hahaha, dead, all dead."

"There are a lot of corpses, my lineage of corpses is about to rise!"

The last of the screen.

The disciples from the lineage of exorcising corpses laughed wildly.

Supporting each other, they left with the corpse on the ground.

"Catch the corpse!"

Zhang Heng turned off the spell.

There is no separation of family members for chasing corpses and refining corpses, you can practice if you can.

In the early days of the cataclysmic world, the major forces fought one after another, and the number of those who died in the battle was unknown.

In this kind of world, the lineage of exorcising corpses naturally developed rapidly.

Therefore, in the battle with the body training lineage, they basically suppressed the opponent and fought again, and finally had the last laugh in the internal fight of the nine veins.

"Cause and effect are intertwined, inseparable."

"track."

"Show."

Zhang Heng pointed out again.

A red line is generated out of thin air, leading to an unknown place.

Zhang Heng pulled away and left without stopping, ready to take a look at the dead body.

Fly all the way.

From here to the east.

Seven thousand and eight hundred miles.

Zhang Heng came to a black mountain, and the red line went straight into the black mountain.

But look at the Zongmen stele at the foot of the mountain.

It's not about the Maoshan sect, but about the Xishen sect.

"Xi Shenzong?"

Zhang Heng's eyes were slightly cold, and his joy was absent.

He doesn't care about internal fighting. Where there are people, there will be fighting. Maoshan has been involved in many internal fighting in history, and this does not affect the fundamentals.

Fortunately, what is Shenzong.

In the past, the Jingming sect had internal strife, and some elders ran away and got a Lushan sect, who were made a laughingstock by the Taoist sect.

Is this the fact that the corpse gang wants to be the second in the Lushan sect?

Paying homage to the ancestors of Maoshan, the disciples have to stop killing.

Maoshan is not Jingmingzong.

The Lushan faction was so powerful that Jingmingzong could only recognize it with a pinch of his nose, saying that the tree had a big branch.

But that's just a fig leaf.

In his case, change the court, what a new Maoshan.

A dead end.

3 Chapter Thirty: I Am the Seventy-Generation Master of Maoshan

On Xishen Mountain.

The temperature stays around zero degrees throughout the year.

Because Xishenzong is a corpse-refining sect, the cold helps keep the corpse fresh.

But for ordinary people, this temperature is really too cold.

In the cold dungeon, ordinary people who were stuffed with blood had no hope of surviving at all.

"Brother, are we going to die?"

In the corner of the dungeon.

There is a man and a woman curled up, both of them look like they are not very old, and they look like [-] years old.

The boy hugged the girl, in this cold dungeon, only they were covered with thin blankets to keep out the cold, even if they hugged each other desperately, they were still very cold.

"Just die. You and I have depended on each other since we were young. It's not bad to die together."

The teenager was disheartened.

Both of his parents died since he was a child, and he and his sister grew up with difficulty.