The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng sighed: "Forget it, let you be a fool, I am indeed from Maoshan, and I am looking for you this time to clean up the house."

Ning Daozi looked like you were teasing me.

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I entered Taoism in the eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, I entered Maoshan in 1919 AD, and became the No. 70 disciple of Maoshan. Isn't it considered your patriarch?"

Upon hearing this.

Ning Daozi was completely dumbfounded.

In 2000, the earth expanded and the inheritance descended from the sky.

Start the era of catastrophe.

1919, 100 years before Cataclysm? ? "

If Zhang Heng visited Maoshan in 1919, then he would be 100 years earlier than them.

"How many generations of disciples are you?"

Zhang Heng asked.

"Seven, the 76th generation..."

Patriarch Ning faltered.

Because he had already betrayed Maoshan and created his own orthodoxy.

If Zhang Heng is really the No. 70 disciple of Maoshan, 100 years before he came into contact with the inheritance of the secret realm, he is really his patriarch.

But where did this old monster come from? I've never heard of it before. Isn't this just playing with people?

"The 76th generation!"

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "It's a serious crime to change the sect and set up another orthodoxy. How about it, I'll send you to the underworld now, and you can explain it to the patriarchs."

"what!"

Ning Daozi was a little crazy.

Although he changed his sect and set up another orthodoxy, he was also from Maoshan before, and he still knew the rules of Maoshan.

With what he has done, can he come back after going to hell?

Dream it.

What awaits him is definitely [-] layers of hell, and he will never be reborn forever.

"kill!"

Thinking of my torment in purgatory.

Ning Daozi's liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and the only chance to reverse this situation was to kill the patriarch in front of him.

The power of the sky is not enough to fear, and the ancestors are not enough to follow the law.

It doesn't matter whether you are a real patriarch or a false patriarch.

kill.

Kill a piece of world, kill a bright universe.

"If you commit the following crime, add another one."

Seeing that Ning Daozi controlled the flying corpse to kill him.

Zhang Heng didn't panic at all, but wanted to laugh a little: "Hmph, the four-phase array of flying corpses, you dare to show off in front of me with such a means, you are simply lawless!"

Done.

Zhang Heng took a step forward, and instantly appeared behind a flying corpse.

Raise your hand and cover the top.

Zhang Heng pressed his hand on the flying corpse's head, and the power of time was activated instantly.

Time can be positive or negative.

Back in time, the flying corpse under his hands degenerated back visible to the naked eye, and degenerated from a flying zombie to an ordinary zombie in an instant.

"There is no precedence in the way, but there are techniques."

"My spell, do you understand it?"

Zhang Heng took advantage of the situation and twisted off the zombie's head.

moment.

The four-phase array was broken, and Ning Daozi, who was setting up the array, also spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Burning essence and life, protect my truth."

The spurted blood cannot be wasted.

Ning Daozi sacrificed a black nail, and went towards Zhang Heng stained with blood.

Zhang Heng didn't even look at it.

As soon as he raised his hand, a river surrounded him.

When the black nails flew towards it, it was like a headless fly flying into the river of time. Every inch it moved forward was washed away by thousands of years of time.

So fly a few inches.

The black nail seemed to have been flying for tens of thousands of years, and the whole body of the magic weapon had decayed and dilapidated, and finally turned into an ordinary rusty iron nail.

"The Way of Time?"

Just this time.

Ning Daozi knew he had lost.

The right time, speeding up the spring and autumn for thousands of years in an instant, can make a true immortal die at the end of his life.

Going back in time, going back in time, the flying stiffness that I have cultivated for 2000 years, was reversed to its original form by the river of time in an instant.

How to fight this.

Can such means be mastered by low-level immortal gods?

Ning Daozi has practiced for two thousand years. He is not an Earth Immortal, but he has the strength to compete with an Earth Immortal.

But he has never heard of anyone who can manipulate time.

Could it be that the uninvited guest in front of him is really the ancestor of Maoshan in the period of the Republic of China?

Injustice.

Really wronged.

Why did you go early?

If you had come 600 years earlier, the nine veins of Maoshan would not have split.

No.

Even 300 years earlier.

Woke me up just when I set up another mountain gate, how could I have embarked on this road of no return today.

Don't come early, don't come late, come now.

What are you doing here?

Ning Daozi was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

Forever and ever, this hatred lasts forever.

Chapter 332: Get out

"The people in the audience pass by, and they don't know the old color."

"People on the stage sang sad farewell songs."

Zhang Heng looked indifferently.

Look at the mountain, look at the water.

Stretching out his hand, caressing Ning Daozi's head, he whispered, "It's time to end."

"Hate hate hate..."

Ning Daozi wanted to struggle.

It's a pity that the time around him has been locked by Zhang Heng, even if he tried his best, he could only spit out three words of hate.

hate what?

One hate: Die before leaving school.

The second hate: the time is not good and the time will never die.

Three hates: Transporting heroes is not free.

After the three hates, Ning Daozi turned into a dry bone, was born in the world, and returned to the world. This is the fate of monks.

"Maoshan's purpose is to strengthen the world, to kill demons and demons."

"But in this world, who is right and who is evil?"

Zhang Heng withdrew his hands, shook his head and said, "Black and white, gray and gray, how can I say it clearly."

boom! !

He stomped his right foot heavily.

Supernatural powers? Shake the ground.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the entire Xishen Mountain collapsed, burying all its past.

Zhang Hengjing stood in the void.

He is not a person who lacks determination. Since the Maoshan in this world has been destroyed, let it pass away.

What should come, won't go.

It's time to go, don't stay.

This world is not suitable for Maoshan.

"Fairy Master..."

Zhang Heng walked on the clouds and descended from the sky.

In the eyes, the people who were trapped in the dungeon, pretending to be blood food, had escaped and gathered together densely.

Seeing Zhang Heng appear.

Everyone knelt down and begged: "I beg the immortal master to save us. We have been trapped in the dungeon for a long time without seeing the sun. Now we have no food to eat and no clothes to cover our bodies. I'm afraid we will starve to death on the way back."

Zhang Heng looked up.

Some young and strong are okay, weak and weak, and their complexion is not bad.

Women, children, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the handicapped were miserable. In the dungeon, there was a lack of food and clothing, and they were hungry and cold.

If you don't care about it, let them go home on their own.

Not to mention that half of the four had to die on the road.

"God has the virtue of good life."

"Although your situation is not caused by me, but this Xishenzong has a lot of connections with me, but I can't ignore you."

After Zhang Heng thought about it for a while, he made up his mind, and said, "Spread out."

Everyone backed away.

After they backed away ten meters away, Zhang Heng pointed to the sky first, and then to the ground: "Qingqing Mingming, the heaven and the earth are armored soldiers, showing the law, and the grass and trees are all soldiers."

Crash.

With the sound of the incantation, the surrounding flowers and plants jumped out of the ground one after another, falling in front of Zhang Heng and turning into soldiers.

Zhang Heng nodded in satisfaction, and told everyone: "You go together, in groups of ten, and these grass and tree soldiers will escort you back and protect you from the attacks of wild beasts and monsters."

Everyone thanked them one after another, and then asked in frustration: "Master Immortal, we are really hungry, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it back."