Chapter 351: The laws of the world have been polluted
"Dagou Town?"
A cold look flashed between Zhang Heng's eyes.
He looked back at the villages and towns behind him, and then looked around.
Suddenly he said: "Junior Zhang Heng, the master of the Earthly Immortal Realm, Jurong Mountain, Shangmao Shengyou Zhenjun, the Dharma of Nanhua Realm, Nanhua Zhenren, the technique of Chen Tuan, the ancestor, Fuyao Zhenren, the leader of the Three Mountains Talisman, the in-service Tianji, dare to ask
Which senior is joking with the junior?"
Zhang Heng didn't believe there could be such a coincidence in the world.
The mind wanders into the void, and the true spirit descends into the world.
You can also descend to Dagou Town in a parallel world.
What a coincidence.
Instead of believing this, he believed that someone had done something wrong.
The spirit that guided him descended and led him to this world.
"senior."
"Stop making trouble."
"Come out, junior, I still have business to do. How about I play with you next time?"
Zhang Heng said while sensing his surroundings.
quite a while.
no respond.
Zhang Heng felt strange and was about to say something else when he suddenly noticed a strange noise coming from not far away.
"Ahem..."
"Cough cough cough..."
This is a very strange coughing sound.
Hearing this sound, Zhang Heng coughed subconsciously.
But as soon as he coughed, he realized something was wrong. His chest felt heavy and heavy, and he was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
"Slap him in the face and don't listen to him anywhere."
"Closing your eyes, you can't see in all directions."
As soon as I felt something was wrong.
Zhang Heng was not stingy with the power of the Immortal Soul at all, and quickly sealed his six senses.
Can do all this.
He found that it was useless, and the coughing sound still rose in his heart.
"What kind of spell is this?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
The next second, he seemed to think of something and whispered: "It's not a spell, it's the power of law."
"The way of time protects me."
The end of art is law, law.
The end of the law is the Tao, the Great Way.
Zhang Heng did not expect that just after the spirit came, he would encounter an uninvited guest who had the power of the law.
But he didn't give it for free.
His way of time is also at the level of laws, and Zhang Heng has been immersed in it for many years and has gone a long way on this road.
"Ahem..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Accompanied by the sound of coughing, an old man wearing a shroud staggered towards this side.
Zhang Heng looked at him quietly.
Enter the eyes.
The old man's face was ashen and his pupils were cloudy.
It looks like a person...no, like a corpse.
But I sensed that there was no corpse energy in him.
On the contrary, the power of law is full, as if...
Zhang Heng whispered: "It's like a carrier of the power of law!!"
Ahem...
The sick old man coughed and walked forward.
The two sides passed each other.
Zhang Heng was in the frozen time, looking at each other quietly.
In his induction, a ray of disease law possessed the old man for some reason.
The old man now is neither a human nor a ghost, but a spirit of law.
If you are an ordinary person.
No, even a successful monk, as long as you haven't practiced your magic to the level of the law.
Then when you hear the sick old man coughing, you will also follow the cough under the guidance of the law, until you cough yourself to death.
And as everyone knows.
Laws are a realm that only immortals and gods can touch.
In the mortal realm, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate spells to the level of laws without amazing talent and stunning cultivation.
cough.
Ahem...
The sick old man staggered away.
Zhang Heng observed for a moment.
I found that it could only move within the small town, as if the itinerary had been fixed.
Take a closer look.
The sick old man still has some power of time left in him.
Someone who controls time intercepts a period of old time and makes the sick old man repeat the process of walking in the small town over and over again.
This small town.
It is more like a cage than a place of residence.
Inside the cage.
The little old man in Mao suit is the predecessor of Zhang Heng.
There is also this three-step, one-cough, incarnation of the law of distortion that is neither human nor ghost.
"What a weird world."
"The red moon is in the sky, and the atmosphere is filled with uncertainty."
"The power of the law collapsed, materialized and deformed, and appeared in the world as the incarnation of a natural disaster."
Zhang Heng looked at the back of the sick old man and muttered: "Is only the law of disease distorted, or are all the laws the same? If all the laws are distorted, and each incarnation moves natural disasters, this world may not be far from collapse.
Alright."
Then he thought: "My predecessor is not an ordinary person. He was not killed by the sick old man, but his life span came to an end. In other words, it is very likely that the sick old man was trapped in the small town by him, and his predecessor also controlled
to a certain extent, the law of time.”
Think again.
You have mastered it, but the level of mastery should not be deep.
Otherwise, how could the person who controls the light die at the end of his life?
Take Zhang Heng as an example.
As long as he wants to, he can freeze his own time forever, and time will hardly leave traces on him.
The predecessor couldn't do it.
This shows that his grasp of time is not deep and is still at a superficial stage.
"Go out and take a look first."
"I don't have any memory of my predecessor. This is not a good predecessor."
Zhang Heng is now eager to know what is happening in this world.
But just when he wanted to leave the village.
With the sound of coughing, the sick old man stopped in front of him again.
"Um?"
He looked at the sick old man standing in front of him.
Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Someone has done something to you. As long as someone wants to go out, they will alert you and cause you to stop them?"
The sick old man is the incarnation of the law of distortion, not a human being.
There are no emotions or thoughts, only instinct.
Looking at the sick old man who kept coughing.
Zhang Heng glanced back at his home and whispered: "Did my predecessor do it? In the entire Dagou Town, he and you are the only two people who exist, asking you to prevent anyone from going out. In other words, he did something to you.
, let you stop him from going out."
The sick old man stood there numbly.
No response.
Zhang Heng, however, had somewhat figured it out.
His predecessor was likely to possess the power of time, which was the power of the law, so he suspected that he would be deformed after his death and become like the sick old man, becoming the incarnation of the law of distortion.
So he trapped the sick old man and did some tricks on him.
Let him prevent anyone from going out. In this way, if the predecessor is really deformed after death and becomes a physical natural disaster, the sick old man will also stop him.
"interesting."
Zhang Heng glanced at the red moon above his head.
Dagou Town under the moonlight is really a prison.
Not only the sick old man's, but also his predecessor's.
In this way, we can understand why there is not a single family in Dagou Town.
There should have been people here before, but after my predecessor felt that he was about to die of old age, he drove these people away.
They sealed the town and brought in the sick old man.
He was lying in the coffin, using the power of time to forget himself, and waiting for death with peace of mind.
Because I have been forgotten.
That's why after Zhang Heng arrived, he had no memory of his previous life.
Unfortunately.
The predecessor's organs were exhausted, but he did not wait for death.
Instead, Zhang Heng was waiting.
"How desperate a person would be before he would choose to forget himself."
"How helpless a person would be to be fully prepared for what will happen after his death."
Although Zhang Heng is not the predecessor.
But he could sense the despair and helplessness, and sighed: "But all the arrangements you made ended up tricking me."
Zhang Heng is in a state of fugue.
It's not the real body descending into the world.
The power of the immortal soul he brought with him should be used less. This is his trump card for surrendering to the world.
If possible, he would not want to use the power of the Immortal Soul.
But he was tricked by his predecessor.
Looking at the sick old man blocking the front, he knew that it would not let him leave unless he took action.
"Freeze!"
Zhang Heng stretched out his hand a little.
The power of the immortal soul burst out, driving the law of time, and directly sealed the sick old man in place.
Done all this.
He found himself weaker.
Because his predecessor died at the end of his life.
After he arrived, the power of the immortal soul and the law of time supported this body that was supposed to die.
The most important thing right now is to rebuild your magic power and nourish your soul.
Otherwise, it will be easy to overturn the boat in the gutter if you waste it in vain.
"Um?"
Zhang Heng had just stepped out of the small town.
I found a cordon outside the town and several military trucks parked in the distance.
Seeing someone coming out, these soldiers seemed to have thought of some terrifying existence, and each of them looked horrified.
"Old patriarch?"
Their eyes met.
A female officer in her twenties and eighty-year-old with the rank of major got out of a jeep.
She tried to take a few steps forward and asked tremblingly: "Is that you?"
"Who are you?"
Zhang Heng's voice was hoarse.
"I, I am Zhang DaDa's great-granddaughter."
The woman's words immediately stunned Zhang Heng.
Zhang DaDa.
How could there be such a bold person in this world?