The Monk

Chapter 1561  Imprisoned

When the old madman released the bag, the Heart of God had already noticed it and had time to escape, but the problem was that there was Zhang Pa behind him. If he wanted to let Zhang Pa escape the bag's attack in a short time, the Heart of God could only choose to hit him hard and knock Zhang Pa away. But he didn't dare to do that. Time was urgent and the collision would definitely require great strength. He didn't know if Zhang Pa would be seriously injured or even killed by the collision. The Heart of God didn't dare to take the risk and could only watch the bag put Zhang Pa in it.

The time at this moment was too short, just the moment when the night appeared. The bag appeared in the darkness and covered Zhang Pa. As the bag disappeared, the darkness disappeared. In such a short time, the Heart of God didn't even have time to use his intelligence to tell Zhang Pa that he was in danger. What's more, even if he told him, Zhang Pa didn't have the speed to escape the bag's attack.

Because the time was too short, the Heart of God didn't have time to release the power to form a human form to rescue Zhang Pa. At this moment, the Heart of God hated himself for not being able to turn into a human form. In that case, he didn't need to release the power, and he could hold Zhang Pa and escape the bag attack by relying on his body reaction. Therefore, the Heart of God could have escaped the old madman's bag attack, but he didn't. He stuck to Zhang Pa's body and was caught in the bag with him. The Heart of God had only one thought, no matter where he went, no matter what happened, he would always try his best to protect him and never let him get hurt. One person and one iron were taken away by the bag. After an unknown period of time, there was suddenly light in front of them. They appeared in a garden, and the big bag disappeared. Zhang Pa looked up and saw a pavilion opposite. In the pavilion sat the old madman in white clothes and white hair, looking at him with a very annoying smile. Zhang Pa pouted and put away the cloud shield outside and the sky-wrapped silk in his palm. Since he had been caught, the shield was useless. And looking at the old madman's appearance, his own ending is predictable, and it will definitely not be good, so there is no need to talk nicely, and he turned his head to see where he came to.

This garden is very beautiful, with all kinds of flowers blooming in a cluster, red, white, blue and purple, all in full bloom. From far to near, it seems a little messy as if it grew naturally, but if you look closely, you will find that every flower and every color are perfectly matched together, from position to spacing, to color to fragrance, the flowers are scattered and complement each other. In this garden, no flower is the most beautiful, and no flower is the most cared for. They are all the same, competing for beauty and blooming in one place. You set off my beauty, and I set off your enchantment. It is a beautiful match that makes every flower so beautiful, but not abrupt. Countless flowers together make this garden beautiful.

On the beautiful flowers, there are occasional hummingbirds flying, and more colorful butterflies lingering among the flowers and leaves, making the beauty more beautiful and the colors more colorful. Each little life was full of spirituality like an elf, flashing cutely and dancing beautifully. When many little elves gathered together, it was the most beautiful dance in the world, bringing the whole garden alive, full of vitality and fantasy. It was indeed a place where gods and fairies lived.

In this most beautiful scenery, the old madman's voice sounded appropriately: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

To be honest, the old madman was very beautiful and graceful, with a nice voice and a gentle smile, but when all these came together, especially the so-called gentle smile, Zhang Pa felt very uncomfortable. He always wanted to jump over and give him a big slap and ask him what was so funny.

At this time, when he heard the annoying man talking, Zhang Pa didn't answer at all. Instead, he turned around and walked along the path between the flowers, leisurely walking and watching, with the Heart of God following closely beside him, protecting him every step of the way.

The old madman's voice sounded again, very clear, floating in the garden, and drifting into Zhang Pa's ears. The old madman said: "If you like it, I'll give it to you." The tone was very casual, as if he was not talking about the fairy under his feet, but about some particularly worthless wood and stone.

Zhang Pa still didn't speak, and walked slowly along the path, thinking about how this guy would deal with him. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt that it was redundant. Now he had the upper hand, and it was the old madman who made the decision. He could do whatever he wanted, and Zhang Pa could only passively accept it. So he threw away this idea and concentrated on watching the scenery.

The old madman said a few words, watching the Heart of God flying around with Zhang Pa, and he was extremely happy. This is a treasure, it can move freely, and it has its own thinking. It's really a good thing, and I must get it!

So he thought for a while and said, "The big guy must not have told you who I am. Let me introduce myself. This is the God Realm. Except for the bottom layer of the earth, there are a total of 33 layers of heaven along the God Mountain. Each layer of heaven has a so-called first master, that is, the God of that layer. I am the God of the 33rd layer, that is, the first master of the 33rd layer, and the first master of the entire God Realm. The big guy is not my opponent."

The content of this speech was very shocking, and the voice was also very nice. It should have shocked Zhang Pa a lot, but unfortunately he was just talking to himself, and Zhang Pa didn't respond at all, so the shock was much smaller. After hearing this, Zhang Pa stopped, turned around and tilted his head to look at the old madman. After looking for a long time, he asked, "In the God Realm, are you the best fighter? Apart from you, there are no other masters?"

The old madman smiled and replied, "That can't be said. There are always some masters with special personalities who don't want to fight with others, and don't climb the God Mountain. They stay in the continent below quietly. Maybe they are very powerful."

After hearing this, Zhang Pa nodded and said, "In other words, I am now on the 33rd layer of heaven?"

The old lunatic said that with the intention of being humble, but he didn't expect that Zhang Afraid would not support him at all, pretending not to hear, and only asked questions that he cared about. At that moment, he shook his head and smiled and said: "You are interesting. Yes, this is the thirty-third heaven. If you want to stay, you can stay. This garden is also yours. Not only the garden, as long as you want anything, as long as it is Whatever I have, I will promise you, and at the same time, I will let you have the strength of a thirty-three-day master in the shortest possible time.”

After Zhang Wen heard this, he also smiled softly and asked again: "Can he be as powerful as you?"

The old madman was stunned, shook his head and said: "No." He thought to himself: Why is this kid talking and doing so crazy? Don't follow my words at all, just talk and ask random questions.

Zhang Pingcai didn't care what he was thinking. After hearing the answer, he curled his lips and said: "I can't be as powerful as you. What if I become a thirty-three-day master? Isn't it still being bullied by you?"

The old madman listened with amusement and asked: "Have you been with the big man for a long time that you can talk like this?"

Since you like to talk nonsense, I will talk nonsense to you. The old madman was secretly prepared to talk nonsense with Zhang Awei, but he did not expect that just after asking, Zhang Awei stopped talking again, turned around and continued Walk leisurely.

The old madman was a little helpless, wondering if this guy could be any more abnormal? His body moved immediately, and he appeared next to Zhang Ai a moment later.

After passing by, he was about to speak when he noticed that a black iron block five meters high and wide suddenly appeared next to him, sandwiching the two of them, separating the old madman by more than five meters.

The old madman shook his head helplessly and chuckled, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Interesting, really interesting." Now he was already annoyed. He was the number one master in the God Realm, and he only wanted to get a piece of God's Heart, but he was repeatedly humiliated by this bastard boy in front of him, and even the broken piece of iron turned against him. His patience was exhausted, and he didn't want to linger like this anymore. He stopped immediately and said in a cold voice: "Ask me again, what will it take for you to help me refine the weapon?"

"Help you refine weapons?" Zhang Ping looked back at him with a smile and asked softly: "I just help you refine weapons, you don't want the heart of God."

This guy is asking questions knowingly and without the heart of God. Why did he arrest you? The old madman smiled softly and said casually: "In that case, you can live here for a while and come back to see you in a few years."

After finishing speaking, before Zhang Zhi had time to react, the Heart of God suddenly crashed into the old madman. The old madman wanted to use a spell, but the fluctuation in his energy was easily sensed by the Heart of God. He was worried that it would be detrimental to Zhang Wei, so he took action first.

The old madman chuckled and slapped him with his backhand. He was indeed powerful. He stopped the Heart of God's attack with just one slap. The big iron block fell down for a moment. He was about to continue the attack, but realized something was wrong and hurriedly retreated to Zhang Ai's side.

As soon as he retreated, the old madman chanted a spell casually. Zhang Zhi only felt that his eyes went dark, and he was in darkness. I quickly scanned the surroundings with my spiritual thoughts and found that it was a closed space, with a length, width and height of a hundred meters each. I didn't know what kind of material it was made of. It seemed to be like a dungeon. Then a ball of illuminating light was condensed to illuminate it, and he raised his eyes to look around him.

There is nothing in this space. It is cleaner than the ghost lands and demonic realms I have been to. Those places at least had ghosts, winds, will-o'-wisps and other crappy things. There is no air, water or dust in this space. There was only Zhang Ping and a big piece of black iron.

Several huge lighting balls were condensed and thrown throughout the dungeon, illuminating the place brightly. After carefully looking around, there was absolutely nothing. He sat down casually on the ground and thought to himself, this was like being locked up.

Zhang was afraid to sit still, but God's heart was indifferent. His world had always been like this, and it was the same everywhere. As long as Zhang was there, he didn't care where he stayed. In this way, one person and one piece of iron is equivalent to sitting in jail.

After about two hours, this space remained silent. If the old madman didn't appear again, he didn't know if he was monitoring this place. Zhang was afraid of waiting for a while, and with a thought, he urged the ground to perform magic, hoping to see if he could escape.

It's a pity that it can't be done. The top, bottom, left and right are all the same smooth walls. I don't know what they are. In short, they are not earth and stone. His earth magic is useless. I stood up and walked to one wall, raised my hand and patted it a few times, and it felt solid. He put more force on his hand and slapped it a few more times, but the wall did not change. The force he used was not enough to destroy the wall. So I continued to press harder and continued to beat.

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