I saw Zhang Heng kill a direct disciple with a snap of his fingers.
The guards in black looked at each other and knelt down.
Zhang Heng understood their desire to survive.
But it is not approved.
The Xishen Sect, which established a separate branch, has completely fallen into the devil's path.
Compare your heart to your heart.
When they were doing evil things, did they give ordinary people a chance?
no.
Now I have a knife on my neck and want to repent, is it too late?
brush...
A white light swept across.
The black-clothed monks guarding the dungeon turned into ashes.
Done all this.
Zhang Heng glanced at Xishen Mountain and said without looking back: "Open the dungeon and escape for your life. It won't be long before this place will be reduced to ruins."
The girl was shocked when she heard the sound.
He quickly ran towards the dungeon, trying to rescue his brother and everyone else.
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 did not stop, because people's joys and sorrows are not the same. He has traveled all over the country for so many years, but he has never seen any tragic stories.
I have shed countless tears and have not shed them for many years.
If Zhang Heng was a sentimental person, he would have cried to death on the roadside long ago.
Now he is no longer sad for external things.
"who?"
Zhang Heng walked towards the God of Joy step by step.
Because he had not considered hiding his figure, the mountain patrol disciples soon discovered him.
Zhang Heng didn't answer.
He is here to collect a debt, and he has nothing to talk to these people about.
Boom...
Zhang Heng stepped on the ground.
With him as the center, the power of time turned into ripples and swept out.
Several mountain patrol disciples were the first to bear the brunt, and they all looked at each other with wide eyes, because in the blink of an eye, their companions standing in front of them aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a white-haired man in the blink of an eye.
old man.
"you?"
Someone was shocked.
Someone is panicking.
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.
Go up the mountain step by step.
With each step, the ripples are stronger than the last time.
Within the Xishen Sect.
A large number of disciples fell down without any warning.
No matter you are an outer disciple, an inner disciple, a direct disciple, or a deacon, you are treated equally and are extremely 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, they looked at the time ripples surrounding Zhang Heng, and their expressions seemed to be those of the Jade Emperor.
"In ancient times there was a man with a big tree."
"Eight thousand years is spring, and eight thousand years is autumn. This is the great Spring and Autumn Period."
Zhang Heng murmured to himself.
After saying that, he looked up at the six true immortals in front of him and asked: "Do you feel it?"
"What?"
The six true immortals were inexplicably horrified.
When it enters the eyes, the skin on the hands is dry and wrinkled, and the black hair is dyed with snow, and a lot of it falls off when touched.
Look again, the fairy light around me is dim, my body is full of stench, and the sound of heaven is silent.
It is said.
There will be visions before the true immortal is about to fall.
The clothes are filthy, the flowers on the head are wilting, the armpits are sweating, the body is filthy, the body's light suddenly disappears, and the sound of music is everywhere.
This is the decline of heaven and man, the sign of immortality.
"what have you done?"
A true immortal boss was shocked: "You are a devil, a big devil!!"
Zhang Heng did not refute.
The law is determined by everyone, and the appearance is generated by heaven and earth.
Be it immortal or devil, they are just names.
At his level, it is unreasonable to differentiate between immortals and demons, because immortals and demons are one entity, with laughter being an immortal and anger being a demon, so how can there be two distinctions.
"The law is as fast as thunder, and the skill is like thunderbolts."
"After all the affairs in the world, I don't ask for the reputation of my past and my legacy, I just lament that it happened in vain."
Zhang Heng waved his hand gently: "Let's disperse..."
"ah!"
Under the erosion of the power of time, the six true immortals died one after another.
Even the magic weapons on their bodies could not withstand the passage of time and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
"Roar!"
With the death of six true immortals.
In the forbidden area behind the mountain, a series of roars suddenly sounded.
Zhang Heng ignored this.
There is a disadvantage of the natal corpse. Once the performer dies, the natal corpse cannot survive.
The current corpse roar is just the swansong of the six true immortal elders' natal corpses.
"How dare you, an expert, come to the Oxi Shen Sect to cause trouble!"
The roar of the zombies before they died resounded throughout the entire Mount Joy.
Ning Daozi, who was in retreat in the sect's secret place, heard the sound of four black coffins falling from the sky.
Click, click, click...
The black coffin fell heavily to the ground.
With the sound of self-unsealing, the coffin lid flew away, revealing four golden armors flying stiffly.
"Are you the Patriarch Ning of the Xishen Sect?"
Zhang Heng stopped and looked at the person in front of him.
He looks to be in his thirties, his face is like yellow jade, and he is very recognizable.
"Brother Taoist, you killed my disciples and destroyed my elders, but what did you do to offend my Xishen Sect?"
He glanced at the dry bones on the ground.
Ning Daozi did not dare to take action rashly.
Because even he couldn't kill six true immortal elders in an instant, leaving them without a chance to resist.
Zhang Heng can do it, and his strength is obviously higher than his.
"Brother Dao?"
Zhang Heng laughed when he heard this title: "Do you know who I am?"
"you?"
Ning Daozi identified it carefully and said hesitantly: "Have we seen it before?"
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Heng smiled when he opened his mouth: "We have never met, but when it comes to talking about it, you still have to call me Patriarch."
"Ancestor?"
Ning Daozi not only didn't believe it, but also got a little angry: "Brother Dao, don't entertain me anymore. I, Ning Daozi, rose up in the early years of the disaster. I entered the secret realm, inherited the inheritance, and mastered the lineage of exorcism. Where can you be my ancestor?"
Speaking of which.
Ning Daozi suppressed his anger: "Brother Dao, although your magic is amazing, I didn't give it to you in vain. No matter what I did to offend you in the past, you have killed people today and you have gained face. Let's just let it go. Today's matter
I can pretend it never happened."
When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.
Ning Daozi was not an easy man to talk to, but Zhang Heng was so confident that he looked sure to defeat him.
Hesitated again and again.
Ning Daozi decided that patience was the best policy.
As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood.
If the disciples of the sect die, they can be recruited again, and if the elders die, they can be trained.
If something happens to him and he is suppressed by this mysterious master in front of him, the Xishen Sect will be doomed.
"As if it never happened?"
"Interesting, you are really tolerant. The inheritance of the Corpse Exorcist lineage is in vain in your hands."
Seeing that Ning Daozi chose to settle the matter and settle down.
Zhang Heng was greatly disappointed.
He would rather see Ning Daozi be tougher, because no matter what, the Xishen Sect inherited the lineage of exorcism.
When encountering a strong enemy, you don't think about how to defeat it, but just want to calm down.
You, Queen Mother of the West.
No wonder the Xishen Sect has been reduced to selling voluptuous corpses to make a living, and the superiors are effective and the subordinates are inferior. As the founder of the Xishen Sect, they all have this kind of virtue. It is strange that the people below can be good.
"You are such a weirdo, I am speechless."
Zhang Heng sighed and said: "That's all, let you be a sensible person. I am indeed from Maoshan. I am looking for you this time to clean up my family."
Ning Daozi looked like you were kidding me.
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I entered Taoism in the eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1919 AD, I worshiped in Maoshan and became the 70th generation disciple of Maoshan. Isn't it still your ancestor?"
Upon hearing this.
Ning Daozi was completely dumbfounded.
In 2000, the earth expanded and the inheritance came from heaven.
Start the era of catastrophe.
1919, one hundred years before the Cataclysm??”
If Zhang Heng had joined Maoshan in 1919, he would have been a hundred years earlier than them.
"How many generations of disciples are you?"
Zhang Heng asked.
"Seven, seventy-six generations..."
Patriarch Ning hesitated.
Because he had already rebelled against Maoshan and created his own Taoism.
If Zhang Heng is really the 70th generation disciple of Maoshan, and he came into contact with the secret inheritance a hundred years earlier, then he is really his ancestor.
But where did this old monster come from? I've never heard of it before. Isn't this just a trick?
"Seventy-sixth generation!"
Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "It is a grave sin to change the sect and establish a new orthodoxy. Let's do this. I will send you to the underworld now, and you can explain it to the ancestors."
"ah!"
Ning Daozi was a little crazy.
Although he changed his family and established a new Taoism, he was also from Maoshan before and he still knew the rules of Maoshan.
With what he did, could he ever come back after going to the underworld?
Dream on.
What awaits him is definitely the eighteenth level of hell, where he will never be reincarnated.
"kill!"
I thought I was going to suffer in purgatory.
Ning Daozi was heartbroken, and the only chance to reverse the situation was to kill the patriarch in front of him.
The power of heaven is not enough to fear, and the ancestors are not enough to follow the law.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a true Patriarch or a false Patriarch.
kill.
Kill a piece of heaven and earth, kill a bright world.
"The following offense is the same as the previous one, and another one is added."
Seeing Ning Daozi controlling the flying corpses to kill him.
Zhang Heng didn't panic at all, but he wanted to laugh: "Humph, you dare to show off in front of me with just these four-phase formation of flying corpses, you are simply lawless!"
Finished.
Zhang Heng took a step forward and instantly appeared behind a flying corpse.
Raise your hands and cover the head.
Zhang Heng put his hand on the flying corpse's head, and the power of time was activated instantly.
Time can be good or bad.
Going back in time, the flying corpse under his hands began to degenerate backwards visibly to the naked eye. In an instant, it degenerated from a flying zombie into an ordinary zombie.
"There is no sequence in the Tao, but there is a technique."
"Do you understand my spell?"
Zhang Heng took advantage of the situation and twisted off the zombie's head.
moment.
The four-phase formation was broken, and Ning Daozi, who was the organizer of the formation, also vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"Burn your essence and life to protect my truth."
The blood spurted cannot be wasted.
Ning Daozi sacrificed a black nail, stained with blood, and went towards Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng didn't even look at it.
When you raise your hand, a river flows around you.
The black nails flew toward it like a headless fly flying into the river of time. Every inch it advanced was washed away by thousands of years of time.
Fly like this for a few inches.
The black nail seemed to have been flying for tens of thousands of years, and the entire body of the magic weapon had become decayed and broken, and finally turned into an ordinary rusty iron nail.
"The way of time?"
Just this once.
Ning Daozi knew that he had lost.
True time, speeding up the spring and autumn of thousands of years in an instant, can make a true immortal die at the end of his life.
Going against time, going back in time, Fei Zhan, who he had cultivated for two thousand years, was reversed back to his original form by the river of time in an instant.
How can we fight this?
Can such a method be mastered by low-level gods?
Ning Daozi has been practicing for two thousand years. He is not an Earth Immortal, but he still has the strength to compete with an Earth Immortal.
But he has never heard of anyone who can control time.
Is it possible that this uninvited guest in front of me is really an ancestor of Maoshan during the Republic of China?
What an injustice.
Really unfair.
What did you do earlier?
If you had come here six hundred years earlier, the Nine Meridians of Maoshan would not have split.
No.
Even if it were three hundred years earlier, that would be fine.
If you wake me up when I set up another mountain gate, how could I end up on this road of no return today?
It didn't come earlier, it didn't come late, but it's here now.
Why are you still here?
Ning Daozi was so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood.