Chapter 251: Cut the sky, cut people, cut the country's fortune
Wang Lingguan.
Sa Shoujian, a disciple of Sa Celestial Master.
The protector of the Taoist sect, the head of the five hundred spiritual officials, nicknamed: Dutian Jie Great Spiritual Officer.
Leading the Lei Department, the official position of Lei on the 35th Train, with the title of Taiyi Lei Yinghua Tianzun, belongs to the Lei Department, but is not under the jurisdiction of the Lei Department, so it is a special existence.
The most special place of Wang Lingguan.
It's his eyes.
Able to recognize changes and distinguish between good and evil.
The effect of Zhao Rui's Qingling Eye is somewhat similar to that of Wang Lingguan's Divine Eye.
Even if Zhao Rui's future cannot grow to the level of Wang Lingguan.
But as long as there is three-thirds of heat, it can be called a great blessing, and Zhang Heng's hard work will be worth it.
"Maoshan belongs to the Zhengyi Alliance and is in the same camp as the Four Heavenly Masters."
"Wang Lingguan is a disciple of Master Sa. If he ascends to heaven in the future, with this relationship and the Eyes of the Clear Spirit, Zhao Rui may not have the opportunity to follow Wang Lingguan and practice eye skills."
Zhang Heng thought about it.
I just feel that Zhao Rui has a bright future, and the human world is just her starting point.
As for Zhang Heng himself.
It will be easier for him.
Zhang Tianshi, the leader of the four great heavenly masters, wanted to appoint him as the envoy of the Tianji Mansion and the Supervisory Capital.
Damao Jun wants him to serve Dongyue and be in charge of the underworld after he ascends.
As for Lord Ermao and Lord Sanmao, they want him to ascend to the immortal world and participate in the construction of the upper world's orthodoxy, adding to his burden.
There is also the Nanhua Immortal.
Nanhua Immortal wanted him to follow him to the Nanhua world to practice and gain enlightenment.
It's like a college student who hasn't graduated yet was hired internally by three big companies in advance.
Therefore, Zhang Heng is not confused about the future, nor does he think he will be unemployed after graduation.
"Ascension..."
Thinking about what happens after ascension.
Zhang Heng thought about the Feitian Platform of the Changsheng Tribe again.
This is the most ascended treasure. If you take it back, it will be a great addition to the sect.
"Yang Pan, come see me quickly..."
That night.
No one knows what Zhang Heng and Yang Pan said.
All we know is that the Northern Wilderness Army set off overnight and chose to set up camp in front of the border.
influenced by.
People in all the grassland tribes were in panic. Because they were not sure what King Min was thinking, they had to follow Chen Bing to the border and be on guard at all times.
Three days later.
The border of the Immortal Tribe...
"Marshal Mu Lihua, what do you think the Han people are doing this time? Let me tell you, why should we be wary of them? Three hundred thousand tribal warriors leapt on horseback and marched south. In the first battle, they went to the Beihuang Camp. In the second battle, they went to You, Ji Erzhou.
, wouldn’t it be great to take Kaifeng directly to the capital?”
In the handsome tent.
Generalissimo Mu Lihua is having a barbecue.
There were more than a dozen military generals sitting around him.
"The Prancing Horse Jiangnan, why don't I think about it."
"It's a pity that it's not the right time yet. There are three heroes standing side by side on the grassland, and our Changsheng tribe is just one of them."
"It's easy for us to do some looting alone, but it's hard to do anything else."
"The Great Khan is a talented man and has a great strategy, so he thought of working internally and externally, sending envoys, paying tribute, and treating the Zhao royal family with a respectful attitude, stabilizing the hearts of the Zhao royal family, so as to buy more time and annex more
tribe."
Mu Lihua cut the meat and distributed it to other generals.
Hear this.
A general said: "Generalissimo, how long do you have to wait? I won't wait until my beard turns white."
"how long?"
Mu Lihua fell into silence.
We have to wait until we can control millions of strings and conquer the Central Plains in one battle.
We have to wait until strong people gather together and are not afraid of the alliance of the various factions in the Central Plains.
Five years, ten years, twenty years.
How long do you have to endure it?
As long as you can endure it, the day will come when the clouds and mist will clear away and you will see the blue sky.
even.
If this generation doesn't work, then the next generation will do it.
If the next generation doesn't work, then the next generation will do it.
One day, the descendants of Changshengtian will stand on Kaifeng City and announce their witness and conquest to the whole world.
"You don't have to wait any longer."
suddenly.
Cold voices sounded outside the tent.
Everyone looked up.
I saw a young man dressed in Central Plains clothes walking in with a sword.
"who are you?"
Mu Lihua was shocked.
You must know that this is a large tent of the Chinese army. Not even a fly can fly in. How could a stranger appear?
"It doesn't matter who I am."
"What matters is what I do."
Zhang Heng glanced over.
Finally, it fell on Marshal Mu Lihua, Cavalry General Miele, and the first warrior Subie Etai.
"what are you up to?"
Mu Lihua felt that the person who came was not good.
Just looking around, and then thinking that this was the Chinese army's tent, I felt more at ease.
"Old days."
"Zhao Taizu defeated Shu, broke into the enemy camp single-handedly, captured the commander alive and returned."
Zhang Heng's eyes fell on Mu Lihua: "I want to try it too."
"Be bold!"
"kill him!"
The generals in the camp drew their swords one after another.
There was a burst of hacking, and soon a general said with a ferocious smile: "Where did the wild monk come from, blowing randomly, and he was hacked to death by my knife."
Take a closer look.
Shocked, the person who was hacked to death by him could not have been his lieutenant.
chaos...
Dream, change, illusion.
The three arts enveloped the military camp.
I saw fog rising everywhere in the military camp, and the shouts of killing rose to the sky.
Zhang Heng stood quietly in the sky.
He admired the way Mu Lihua, who was regarded as him, was surrounded and fought to death by everyone.
to death.
In the eyes of the generals, it was Zhang Heng who they were besieging and killing.
From Mu Lihua's point of view, it was King Min who led the Northern Wilderness Army to raid them. No matter how hard he killed, he could not kill all the enemy troops.
In fact, they are just killing each other.
"Number of people..."
Zhang Heng looked at the camp with flames soaring into the sky and whispered: "To me, it has no meaning anymore."
Under his three-in-one spell of dream, illusion, and transformation.
Those who are weak in will will lose themselves.
Those who do not have a strong Taoist heart will be forced to perish.
In his magic field, unless there is a way to restrain it, he will treat it like a trash fish and get rid of it.
It's reached this point.
Zhang Heng himself is equivalent to an epic BOSS with negative effects and a challenge level of [quasi-immortal].
The so-called 100,000-strong army.
In his eyes, he is just a novice player.
Several senior players led a group of novice players to challenge the final BOSS, but the result was that they couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
"Three..."
Zhang Heng glanced at the burning military camp, then turned around and left, muttering: "There are four more."
There are a total of seven Hedao realm members in the Changsheng tribe.
There are probably 2 to 3 loose immortals in the ancestral land.
As long as these people are eliminated, the rise of the Immortal Tribe will be nothing more than a joke.
"Sweat profusely..."
at the same time.
The great wizard of the Changsheng tribe found Temuhe who was dealing with government affairs: "Marshal Mu Lihua, General Miele, and the ever-bright lamps on Subie's forehead platform have been extinguished."
"What?"
Temuhe was shocked.
No warrior in the tribe is redundant, let alone a general like Marshal Mu Lihua.
"what happened?"
Temuhe stood up suddenly: "Who is it, the Northern Wasteland Army?"
The great wizard shook his head: "I summoned the soul of Marshal Mu Lihua, but I couldn't bring it back. Even the soul of Marshal Mu Lihua was exiled. However, through witchcraft, I still saw a few pictures. The pictures were of burning military camps.
There is also a young man with a cold face and a sword on his back."
Speaking of which.
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 felt like he was being watched.
"The way to illusion lies in one body."
"To reach the true immortality, it depends on one mind." Gu
Zhang Heng chanted a mantra and bowed in all directions.
Every time he prays, a cheer comes from heaven and earth.
After four prayers.
Zhang Heng even hid his figure and became one with nature. Although he looked right in front of his eyes, he felt like he was in another world and all he saw was an illusion.
"Ancestral land!"
This time, Zhang Heng did not go directly to the court of the Great Khan in Temuhe.
Instead, he took a detour and went to Ergun, the ancestral land of the Changsheng tribe.
Because in his opinion, Temuhe may have destiny in him, and it is definitely a hard nut to crack.
on the contrary.
The seemingly powerful ancestral land and the guardian immortals were nothing more than chickens and dogs in his eyes.
Ergun.
It's a grassland.
There are tents everywhere and longevity altars, indicating that this place is extraordinary.
Zhang Heng fell from the sky.
Scanning his eyes, he found that every longevity altar embodies the power of extremely sincere faith.
"Eternal Life!"
Zhang Heng thought about the prosperity history of the Changsheng Tribe again.
In the Changsheng tribe, there was once King Huang.
The desolate king used thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as sacrifices to usher in the arrival of the Immortal Heaven.
Since then, the Changsheng Heaven has protected the grasslands and the Changsheng tribe.
To a certain extent, the Immortal Tribe is destined to become the king of the grasslands.
Because other tribes were protected by the Changsheng Heaven, they unknowingly owed the Changsheng Tribe great karma, and this karma must be repaid.
"I call Huang Tian with my blood..."
Zhang Heng looked around and then at the sky.
He drew out his sword, cut the palm of his hand, stood on the altar of Changshengtian and began to practice: "Changsheng is dead, Huangtian is here to stand, the age is now, the sky is irreversible!"
Heaven is irreversible, but it can be replaced.
Following Zhang Heng's spell casting.
The sky was covered with thunderclouds, with blue clouds lingering on one side and yellow clouds intertwining on the other. It was like the battle between two armies.
boom!!
A dragon roar came from the sky.
Zhang Heng looked up and saw a long-horned metallic dragon glaring at him.
"National destiny!"
"About to transform into a dragon!"
Zhang Heng only took one look and smiled: "It's a pity that you haven't melted yet."
There is a big difference between a dragon and a real dragon.
Zhang Heng drew out his sword, smeared his own blood on it, and murmured: "Heaven is unkind and must be replaced. Earth is unkind and must be replaced. With my blood, call Huang Tian and kill him!"
Zhang Heng threw the sword in his hand into the sky.
The Taiping Sword is originally a sword that kills the fate of a country.
Seeing the Taiping Sword coming, the dragon screamed sadly, turned around and ran away.
As a result, he was not even a few hundred feet away when he was chased from behind by the Taiping Sword, and one of them was slashed on the dragon's horn.
hold head high!!
The dragon screamed, a pair of its horns were cut off, and it fell towards the river.
Zhang Heng was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack.
Then I heard a sound breaking through the sky.
When he looked up, he saw two loose immortals who exuded a rotten 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 loose immortals have the word "fairy", they are completely different from true immortals.
More importantly, Sanxian has no body, only a soul.
People are born to be defeated by lightning, and Zhang Heng is one of those who is good at using thunder.
"Thunder comes!"
Zhang Heng pointed the tip of his sword towards a Sanxian.
"Lefa!"
Sanxian immediately panicked and took out a jade ring to resist.
In just an instant, the jade ring was shattered into pieces, causing Sanxian to fly back several miles in shock.
"The sword transforms into thousands, illuminating the mountains and rivers."
"The vastness of mountains and rivers corresponds to the vastness of the world."
One hit to win.
Zhang Heng did not give up and soon waved his sword.
A moment.
One sword became two, then four, eight, sixteen, and more and more.
It takes almost a few breaths.
Flying swords filled the sky, forming a long river of swordsmanship.
"go..."
A low drink.
The long river of swordsmanship pressed directly towards the two Sanxian.
The two Sanxian were extremely angry.
Looking at each other, their whole bodies emitted a dazzling light, and they waved a flag and a spear to meet them.
"Press..."
Zhang Heng lowered his hands.
The flying swords shattered instantly when they hit the banners, flags and spears.
But the next moment, more flying swords came forward.
At first, the two Loose Immortals flew toward Zhang Heng quickly.
But as time went on, the speed at which they smashed the flying sword became slower and slower. When they were still hundreds of meters away from Zhang Heng, they were unable to advance or retreat and were stuck in place.
"In the dark world, there are ancient sages."
"One of them is: Huangdi."
"Gather the virtues of the soil, sow grass, make clothes and crowns, build boats and chariots, determine the rhythm, level the Jiuli, unite with Emperor Yan to open up the Yanhuang era, forge swords and stand on the edge of the four seas."
Zhang Heng paid tribute and bowed to the sky.
"The emperor has a sword."
"The name is Xuanyuan."
“One side is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers and vegetation.”
"On one side of the sword's hilt is written the art of farming and raising livestock, and on the other side is written the strategy of unifying the four seas."
"When this sword comes out, the world will be at peace and the four seas will rise."
Buzz buzz...
Above Zhang Heng's head, sword light began to flash as he praised him.
Along with the sound of admiration, the sword light became clearer and clearer.
It finally turned into a real bronze sword, flying around Zhang Heng as if it came from a myth.
"In the name of Xuanyuan Orthodoxy, I invite the divine sword to kill the barbarians..."
Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and said: "Go!"
boom!
Use the fake to cultivate the true.
Behind the Xuanyuan Sword, a shadowy figure of an emperor wearing a crown appeared.
He seems to have come from mythology, and has a reflection of the former holy king left in the world.
He was silent and his face was blurry.
After looking at the great mountains and rivers, he held his sword and struck at the two loose immortals with one strike.
"What's this?"
"Where did Xuanyuan Huangdi come from!"
puff...
The two Sanxian fought hard to resist.
But the sword light flashed, and the magic weapon in their hands was cut off immediately.
"Farewell to the Holy King."
Zhang Heng bowed down.
After praying, he turned his sword and pointed it at the blue clouds in the sky: "The heaven and earth are in chaos, and the chaos is endless. I have a sword that can bring peace... Go!"
The sword of peace flew into the clouds.
Like a dragon entering the water, it rolls in the blue clouds.
Affected by this, countless green clouds were smashed into pieces by the sword light, and then Huang Yun threw them into his arms and started to eat them.
Wow...
In an instant, blood rained from the sky.
at the same time.
The earth began to dry up and crack, fire flowed from the sky, cracks appeared on the ground, and shrill cries resounded from all directions.
"Luck backfires?"
Zhang Heng only felt that there was endless karma attached to him.
This is the sequelae of killing the fate of the Immortal Tribe.
"go."
Zhang Heng took out a token from his pocket.
On this token, there is a word Min clearly written on it.
To know.
The Zhao Dynasty is the orthodoxy in this world.
The Immortal Tribe had just begun to gather its destiny, but the destiny had not yet returned, and the backlash was not like General Tiangong cutting off the fate of the Han Dynasty.
Coupled with the backlash of killing the country's destiny, King Min was responsible for it.
To King Min, the Changsheng tribe was an enemy.
The backlash that killed the longevity tribe's national fate was not only not a curse, but a tonic for the Dasong Dynasty.
Otherwise, Zhang Heng would not have cut off this sword easily.