The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 251 Killing Heaven, Killing People, Killing National Fate

Wang Lingguan.

Sa Shoujian, an apprentice of Sa Tianshi.

The Taoist Dharma Protector God, the head of the five hundred spiritual officials, nicknamed: Dutian Picket Great Spiritual Officer.

Leading the Ministry of Leisure, the official position of Lei on the [-]th Train, plus the title of Taiyi Leisheng Yinghua Tianzun, belonging to the Ministry of Leisure, but not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Leisure, it is a special existence.

The most special place about Wang Lingguan.

It's his eyes.

Can recognize changes and distinguish between good and evil.

The effect of Zhao Rui's Qingling pupil is somewhat similar to that of Wang Lingguan's.

Even if Zhao Rui's future cannot grow to the level of Wang Lingguan.

But as long as there is a three-point fire, it can be called a great fortune, and Zhang Heng's painstaking efforts are not in vain.

"Maoshan belongs to the Zhengyi League, and is in the same camp as the Four Great Celestial Masters."

"Wang Lingguan is a disciple of Sa Tianshi. If he ascends to heaven in the future, with this relationship and the pupil of Qingling, Zhao Rui may not have the opportunity to follow Wang Lingguan and practice pupil art."

Zhang Heng thought about one or two.

I just feel that Zhao Rui has a bright future, and the human world is just her starting point.

As for Zhang Heng himself.

He can handle it better.

Zhang Tianshi, the head of the four great celestial masters, wanted to appoint him as the imperial envoy of the Tianji Mansion and the supervisory capital.

Mr. Damao wants him to serve Dongyue after his ascension and to be in charge of the Yin Division.

As for Mr. Ermao and Mr. Sanmao, they want him to ascend to the immortal world, to participate in the construction of the upper realm's orthodoxy, and to add to the burden.

And the Immortal Nanhua.

The Immortal of Nanhua wanted him to go to the Nanhua Realm to practice with him, to participate in true enlightenment.

It's like a college student who didn't graduate and was hired internally by three big companies in advance.

So Zhang Heng is not confused about the future, let alone saying that he will be unemployed after graduation.

"Ascension."

Think of things after ascension.

Zhang Heng thought of the Feitian Terrace of the Longevity Tribe.

This is the treasure of ascension, and bringing it back will just add bricks and tiles to the sect.

"Yang Pan, come see me quickly"

that night.

No one knew what Zhang Heng and Yang Pan said.

All I know is that the Northern Wilderness Army marched out overnight and chose to set up camp in front of the border.

influenced by.

All the people in the grassland were in panic, because they couldn't figure out what King Min was thinking, so they had to follow Chen Bing's border and be on guard at all times.

Three days later.

Longevity Tribe Border
"Marshal Mu Lihua, what do you think the Han people are doing? If you want me to tell you, why should you be wary of them? 30 tribal warriors leaped southward. Wouldn't it be fun to be in Kaifeng, the capital of the country?"

In handsome account.

Generalissimo Mu Lihua is grilling meat.

There are more than a dozen lieutenant generals sitting around him.

"Prancing horses south of the Yangtze River, why don't I want to."

"It's a pity that it's not the time yet. On the grassland, there are three heroes standing side by side, and my Longevity Tribe is only one of them."

"With us alone, it's easy to go south and plunder, but it's difficult to do other things."

"The Great Khan has a great talent, so he thought of sending envoys and paying tribute first, and treating the Zhao royal family with a submissive attitude, so as to stabilize the hearts of the Zhao royal family, so that they can buy more time and annex more tribe."

Mu Lihua cut up the meat and distributed it to other generals.

Hear this.

A general said: "General Marshal, how long do we have to wait? It won't be until the beard turns white."

"how long?"

Mu Lihua fell into silence.

If you have to wait until you can control a million strings, you can decide the time of the Central Plains in one battle.

We have to wait until the strong gather and are not afraid of the alliance of the various factions in the Central Plains.

Five years, ten years, 20 years.

How long have to endure.

As long as you can bear it, there will be a day when the clouds and mists will be cleared and you will see the blue sky.

even.

If this generation fails, the next generation will.

If the next generation fails, the next generation will be born.

One day, the descendants of Changshengtian will stand on the city of Kaifeng, proclaiming their testimony and conquest to the whole world.

"Don't wait."

suddenly.

Cold voices sounded from outside the tent.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a young man dressed in Central Plains walking in with a sword in hand.

"who are you?"

Mu Lihua turned pale with shock.

You must know that this is the big tent of the Chinese army, and even a fly cannot fly in, so how could there be strangers.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"It's what I do that matters."

Zhang Heng glanced over.

In the end, it fell on Marshal Mu Lihua, Cavalry General Mile, and the first warrior Subie Etai.

"what are you going to do?"

Mu Lihua felt that the visitor was not kind.

Just looking around, and then thinking that this is the big tent of the Chinese army, my heart became more stable.

"Old days."

"Zhao Taizu broke through Hou Shu, once broke into the enemy's camp alone, captured the commander and returned alive."

Zhang Heng's eyes fell on Mu Lihua: "I want to try it too."

"Bold!"

"kill him!"

The generals in the battalion drew out their swords one after another.

There was a burst of slashing, and soon a general laughed grinningly and said: "Where did the wild monk come from, blowing wildly, he was hacked to death by me."

Take a closer look.

Shocked, the person who was hacked to death by him was not his lieutenant general, who else could it be.

chaos.
Dream, change, illusion.

Three techniques enveloped the barracks.

I saw the fog in the barracks, shouting and killing.

Zhang Heng stood quietly in the sky.

Admiring Mu Lihua, who was regarded as him, was besieged and fought to death by everyone.

To death.

In the eyes of the generals, Zhang Heng was also the one they besieged and killed.

From Mu Lihua's point of view, it was King Min who led the Northern Wilderness Army to attack them. No matter how he killed them, he couldn't kill the enemy army.

In fact, it was nothing more than cannibalism.

"Number of people."

Looking at the burning camp, Zhang Heng whispered, "To me, it's meaningless."

Under his three-in-one spell of dream, illusion, and transformation.

Those who are not strong will lose themselves.

Those who are not strong in the Tao will be forced to perish.

Under his magic domain, unless there is a way to restrain it, he will clean it up like a trash.

to this point.

Zhang Heng himself is equivalent to an epic boss with its own negative effects and a challenge level of [quasi-immortal].

The so-called one hundred thousand troops.

In his eyes, he was just a novice player.

Several high-level battles led a group of novice players to challenge the final boss, but in the end they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Three."

Zhang Heng glanced at the burning barracks, then turned around and left, muttering, "There are four more."

In the Longevity Tribe, there are a total of seven He Dao Realm.

In the ancestral land, there are about 2 to 3 loose immortals.

As long as these people are eliminated, the rise of the Longevity Tribe is just a joke.

"Sweaty."

at the same time.

The great wizard of the Longevity Tribe found Temuhe who was handling government affairs: "Marshal Mu Lihua, General Miele, and the ever-burning lamp on the Subie forehead are off."

"what?"

Temuhe turned pale with shock.

None of the tribe's warriors is superfluous, let alone a general like Marshal Mu Lihua.

"what happened?"

Temuhe stood up abruptly: "Who is it, the Northern Wilderness Army?"

The great wizard shook his head: "I summoned Marshal Mu Lihua's soul, but I couldn't call it back. Marshal Mu Lihua even exiled his soul, but I still saw a few pictures through witchcraft. In the pictures were burning barracks. There is also a young man with a cold face and a sword on his back."

Speaking of it.

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 has a sense of being watched.

"The way of illusion lies in one body."

"Climbing to the real fairy hermit depends on one's heart."

Zhang Heng chanted mantras and prayed in all directions.

Every time you worship, there will be a cheer from heaven and earth.

After four prayers.

Zhang Heng even concealed his figure and became one with nature. He clearly saw that he was right in front of his eyes, but he was in another world, and what he saw was just a reflection.

"Ancestral land!"

After thinking about it, Zhang Heng didn't go to the court of the Great Khan in Temuhe.

Instead, he took a detour and went to Erguna, the ancestral land of the Longevity Tribe.

Because in his opinion, Tiemuhe may have destiny, and it is definitely a hard nut to crack.

in contrast.

The seemingly powerful ancestral land, as well as those guardian Sanxians, are nothing more than chickens and dogs in his eyes.

Erguna.

It is a grassland.

There are tents everywhere, and longevity altars one after another, heralding the extraordinary here.

Zhang Heng fell from the sky.

Sweeping his eyes, he found that every longevity altar embodies the power of extremely sincere faith.

"Longevity!"

Zhang Heng thought of the history of the longevity tribe.

In the Longevity Tribe, there used to be a Desolate King.

That desolate king, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as a sacrifice, ushered in the arrival of the Longevity Heaven.

Since then, Changshengtian has protected the grassland and the Changsheng tribe.

To some extent, the Longevity Tribe is destined to become the king on the grassland.

Because the other tribes, under the protection of the Changshengtian, unknowingly owe the great karma of the Changsheng tribe, and this karma must be repaid.

"I call Huang Tian with my blood."

Zhang Heng looked around and then at the sky.

Pulling out the sword, cutting the palm of his hand, standing on the altar of Changshengtian, he began to practice: "Changshengtian is dead, and Huangtian should be established. The age is now, and the sky is irreversible!"

Heaven is irreversible, but it can be replaced.

Following Zhang Heng's spellcasting.

The sky was covered with thunderclouds, with green clouds lingering on one side and yellow clouds intertwined on the other, as if two armies were at war, a battle began.

boom! !

There was a dragon chant in the sky.

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a metal dragon with long horns glaring at him.

"National luck!"

"About to transform into a dragon!"

Zhang Heng just glanced at it and smiled: "Unfortunately, you haven't transformed yet."

There is still a big difference between a flood dragon and a real dragon.

Zhang Heng drew out his sword and smeared his own blood on it, muttering in his mouth: "Heaven is not benevolent, change it, the earth is not benevolent, it should be overthrown, use my blood, call Huang Tian, ​​behead!"

Zhang Heng threw the sword in his hand into the sky.

The Taiping Sword was originally a sword that beheaded the fate of the country.

Seeing the Taiping sword approaching, Jiaolong let out a mournful cry, turned around and ran away.

In the end, within a few hundred feet, he was chased by the Taiping sword, and one piece was chopped on the dragon's horn.

hold head high! !

Jiaolong let out a scream, a pair of dragon horns were cut off, and fell towards the river.

Zhang Heng is about to take advantage of the victory and pursue.

Then I heard the sound of breaking through the sky.

Looking up, there were two loose immortals who exuded a decadent 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 Sanxian carried the word "Xian", it was very different from a real immortal.

More importantly, Sanxian has no physical body, only a soul.

He was born to be restrained by Leifa, and Zhang Heng is the one who makes good use of Leifa.

"Ray comes!"

Zhang Heng pointed at a Sanxian with the tip of his sword.

"Rayfa!"

Sanxian panicked for a moment, and took out a jade ring to resist.

In just a split second, Yuhuan was smashed to pieces, causing Sanxian to fly back several miles in shock.

"The sword transforms into thousands, illuminating the mountains and rivers."

"Mountains and rivers are vast, to meet the great thousand."

One hit.

Zhang Heng didn't give up, and soon brandished his sword.

In an instant.

One sword became two, then four, then eight, then sixteen, and more and more.

It's almost a few breaths.

The flying swords filled the sky, forming a long river of swordsmanship.

"go"

A low drink.

The long river of swordsmanship directly pressed towards the two Sanxians.

The two Sanxian were furious.

Looking at each other, the whole body exudes dazzling light, waving a flag and a spear to meet them.

"pressure"

Zhang Heng put his hands down.

Flying swords shattered instantly when they hit the banners and spears.

But the next moment, more flying swords came to meet them.

At first, the two Sanxians flew towards Zhang Heng in a hurry.

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 couldn't move forward or retreat, and they were consumed in place.

"Underworld, ancient sages."

"One of them is: Yellow Emperor."

"Gather the virtues of soil, sow hundreds of herbs, make clothes and crowns, build boats and chariots, determine the rhythm of music, level Jiuli, unite with Emperor Yan to open the age of Yan and Huang, forge swords and stand on the edge of the world."

While saluting, Zhang Heng bowed to the sky.

"The emperor has a sword."

"It's named Xuanyuan."

"On the one hand, the sun, moon and stars are engraved, and on the other hand, mountains, rivers, vegetation are engraved."

"On one side of the sword hilt is written the art of farming and animal husbandry, and on the other side is written the strategy of unifying the world."

"When the sword comes out, the world will be leveled, and the world will rise."

buzzing.
Above Zhang Heng's head, following his praise, sword lights began to flicker.

With the sound of admiration, the sword light became clearer.

In the end, it turned into a real bronze sword, flying around Zhang Heng as if walking from a myth.

"In the name of Xuanyuan's orthodoxy, invite the divine sword to punish the barbarians"

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and pointed: "Go!"

boom!
Use fakes to cultivate the truth.

Behind Xuanyuan Sword, there appeared a phantom of an emperor wearing a crown.

He seems to have come from a myth, and there is a reflection of the former holy king left in the world.

He was silent and his face was blurred.

Glancing at the great mountains and rivers, he slashed at the two Sanxians with a sword.

"what is this?"

"Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor??"

puff.
The two Sanxian fought hard to resist.

But the sword light flashed, and the two of them were cut off together with the magic weapon in their hands.

"Congratulations to the Holy King."

Zhang Heng bowed down.

After worshiping, the blade turned again and pointed to the blue clouds in the sky: "The sky and the earth are full of chaos, and I have a sword that can open Taiping!"

The Taiping sword flew into the clouds.

Like a dragon entering the water, it rolled in the blue cloud for a while.

Affected by this, countless green clouds were crushed by Jian Guang, and then Huang Yun threw himself into his arms and began to eat them.

Clap la la.
In an instant, blood rained from the sky.

at the same time.

The earth began to dry and crack, the sky flowed fire, the ground cracked, and the screams of crying resounded in all directions.

"Luck backlash?"

Zhang Heng only felt that in the dark, there was infinite karma added to his body.

This is the aftermath of beheading the longevity tribe's luck.

"go."

Zhang Heng took out a token from his pocket.

On this token, there is a min character written impressively.

To know.

The Zhao Dynasty is the orthodox in this world.

The Longevity Tribe just started to condense the destiny, but the destiny has not returned, and it is not like the general Tiangong who cut the fate of the Han Dynasty.

Coupled with the backlash of beheading the fate of the country, it will be borne by King Min.

For King Min, the Longevity Tribe is an enemy.

The backlash of killing the longevity tribe's national fortune is not only a curse to the Dasong Dynasty, but a tonic.

Otherwise, Zhang Heng would not have cut off this sword easily.

(End of this chapter)