The heavens start from Maoshan

He looked at the black-clothed disciple who had been frightened.

Zhang Heng was expressionless: "I am Zhang Heng, the [-]th generation master of Maoshan. Everyone under the three schools will praise me as the real Dharma protector of Zhengyi Xuantan. Is your father as old as me?"

Chapter 331: This hate lasts forever

"Senior, we are willing to surrender."

Seeing that Zhang Heng killed a direct disciple with a snap of his fingers.

The guards in black looked at each other and knelt down one after another.

Zhang Heng understood their desire to survive.

But not approved.

The Xishenzong, which established a separate sect, has completely fallen into the devil's way.

Compare your heart with your heart. .

Did they give those ordinary people a chance when they were doing demonic things?

no.

Now I want to repent on the neck of the knife holder, is it too late?

brush...

A white light swept across.

The black-clothed monks guarding the dungeon turned into fly ash.

Do it all.

Zhang Heng glanced at Xishen Mountain, and said without looking back: "Open the dungeon, and run for your life. It won't be long before this place will be turned into ruins."

The girl was shocked when she heard the sound.

He hurried to the dungeon, trying to rescue his brother and everyone.

But when she came to the dungeon, what was waiting for her was not applause, but her brother's body.

"elder brother?"

Crying came from behind.

Zhang Heng didn't stop, because people's sorrows and joys are not the same. He has traveled all over the world for so many years, and he has never seen any tragic stories.

I have several lines of tears, which have not shed for many years.

If Zhang Heng was a sentimental person, he would have died crying on the side of the road.

Now he is no longer saddened by foreign objects.

"who?"

Zhang Heng walked up to Xishen Mountain step by step.

Because he hadn't considered hiding his figure, soon some mountain patrolling disciples discovered him.

Zhang Heng did not answer.

He came to ask for debts, and he had nothing to say to these people.

boom...

Zhang Heng stepped on the ground with one step.

The power of time centered on him, turning into ripples and sweeping out.

Several mountain patrolling disciples were the first to bear the brunt, and they stared at each other with wide eyes, because in the blink of an eye, the companions standing in front of them were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a white-haired man in a blink of an eye. old man.

"you?"

Someone was shocked.

Someone panicked.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't stop the erosion of the power of time, and they fell to the ground and turned into bones in an instant.

Zhang Heng still didn't speak.

Uphill step by step.

With each step, the splashing ripples are stronger than the last one.

In Xishenzong.

A large number of disciples collapsed without warning.

Regardless of whether you are an outer disciple, an inner disciple, a direct disciple, or a deacon, you are treated equally, and you are insignificant at this moment.

"You, what are you?"

The large number of deaths among the disciples quickly aroused the vigilance of the elders in the Xishen Sect.

When the six true immortal elders came together and landed in front of Zhang Heng, looking at the time ripples surrounding Zhang Heng, their expressions seemed to be seeing the Jade Emperor Tianzun.

"In ancient times, there was a big toon."

"Taking eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn, this is the great spring and autumn."

Zhang Heng muttered to himself.

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the six true immortals in front of him, and asked, "You guys, do you feel it?"

"what?"

The six true immortals were inexplicably horrified.

In the eyes, the skin on the hands was dry and wrinkled, and the black hair was dyed with snow, and it fell down in large quantities when touched.

Look again, the celestial light all over the body is dim, the body is full of stench, and the sound of the sky is not singing.

It is said.

There will be visions before the true immortal is about to fall.

The clothes are filthy, the flowers are withered on the head, the armpits are sweaty, the body is filthy, the body light is suddenly extinguished, and the music is everywhere.

This is the decline of heaven and man, and the omen of immortality.

"what have you done?"

A true immortal boss turned pale with shock: "You are a demon, a great demon!!"

Zhang Heng did not refute.

The law is determined by the people, and the phase is born by the heaven and the earth.

Whether it is a fairy or a demon, it is just a title.

At his level, it is unreasonable to distinguish between immortals and demons, because immortals and demons are one body, laughter is immortal, anger is demon, how can there be two points.

"The law flies like a thunderbolt, and the technique is like a thunderbolt."

"Get over the world's affairs around you, don't ask for fame before and after, just lament that it happened in vain."

Zhang Heng waved lightly: "Let's go..."

"what!"

Under the scouring of the power of time, the six true immortals died one after another.

Even the magical artifacts on their bodies couldn't resist the passage of time, and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of broken copper and rotten iron.

"Roar!"

With the death of the six true immortals.

In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, there were repeated roars in an instant.

Zhang Heng ignored this.

The natal corpse has a disadvantage. Once the caster dies, the natal corpse will not survive.

The current corpse roar is just the swan song of the six real immortal elders' natal corpses.

"Where is the master, dare to come to our Xishenzong to make trouble!"

The zombie's roar before dying resounded throughout the entire Xishen Mountain.

Ning Daozi, who was retreating in the secret place of the sect, heard the sound of falling from the sky with four black coffins.

Kaka Kaka...

The black coffin fell heavily to the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of self-unsealing, the coffin lid bounced off, revealing four golden armors flying stiffly.

"Are you the Patriarch Ning of the Happy God Sect?"

Zhang Heng stopped and looked at the person in front of him.

He looks to be in his 30s, with a face like topaz, very recognizable.

"Brother Dao, you killed my disciples and killed my elders, but what offends me, Xishenzong?"

He glanced at the dry bones on the ground.

Ning Daozi did not dare to act hastily.

Because even he couldn't kill the six true immortal elders in an instant, leaving them no chance to resist.

Zhang Heng can do it, obviously the strength is even higher than him.

"Brother Dao?"

Zhang Heng laughed when he heard the title: "Do you know who I am?"

"you?"

Ning Daozi carefully identified, hesitantly said: "Have we met?"

"Hahaha..."

Zhang Heng opened his mouth and smiled: "We haven't met before, but speaking of it, you still have to call me Patriarch."

"Ancestor?"

Ning Daozi not only didn't believe it, but was a little angry: "Brother Dao, don't bother me anymore. I, Ning Daozi, rose up in the early years of the catastrophe, entered the secret realm, got to inherit, and mastered the dead lineage. Where are you going to be my patriarch?"

Speaking of which.

Ning Daozi suppressed his anger: "Brother Dao, although your spells are amazing, I didn't give them for nothing. No matter what offended you in the past, you will kill the person today, and you will save face. Let it go. Today's one I can pretend it never happened.”

When two tigers fight, there must be one injury.

Ning Daozi was not an easy talker, but Zhang Heng was so confident that he seemed to be determined by him.

Hesitate again and again.

Ning Daozi decided that patience is the best policy.

The green hills that are left are not afraid of running out of firewood.

Zongmen disciples can be recruited after death, and elders can be cultivated after death.

If something happened to him and he was suppressed by this mysterious master in front of him, then the Xishenzong would be over.

"Pretend it never happened?"

"Interesting, you are really tolerant, the inheritance of the dead lineage is in vain in your hands."

Seeing that Ning Daozi chose to calm down.

Zhang Heng was disappointed.

He would rather see Ning Daozi be tougher, because no matter what, Xishenzong has inherited the existence of the lineage of exorcising corpses.

When encountering a strong enemy, I don't think about how to defeat it, but just want to calm down.

You are the Queen Mother.

No wonder the Xishenzong has been reduced to selling beautiful corpses for a living, and the effect is not good. As the founder of the Xishenzong, the founder of the Xishenzong has this kind of virtue, so it is no wonder that the people below are good.

"You are so weird, I am speechless."