The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 351 The laws of the world have been polluted
"Dagou Town?"

A cold look flashed across Zhang Heng's eyes.

He looked back at the villages and towns behind him, and then looked around.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and said: "Junior Zhang Heng, the teacher passed on the Dixian Realm, Jurong Mountain, Shangmao Shengyou Zhenjun, the Dharma was passed on to the Nanhua Realm, Nanhua Daoist, the technique was passed on to the ancestor Chen Tuan, the Fuyao Daoist, and the three mountain talismans. Which senior is joking with the junior?"

Zhang Heng didn't believe that such a coincidence would happen in the world.

The mind wanders into the void, and the true spirit descends to the world.

It can also come to Dagou Town in the parallel world.

What a coincidence.

Rather than believing this, he believed that someone had tampered with it.

Guided his spiritual drop and led him to this world.

"senior."

"Stop making trouble."

"Come out, this junior still has business to do, how about playing 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 more, when he suddenly noticed a strange sound coming from not far away.

"Cough cough."

"cough cough"

It was a strange coughing sound.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Heng coughed subconsciously.

But when he coughed, he realized something was wrong, his chest was heavy and heavy, and he was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Slap in the face, don't hear the four directions."

"Close your eyes, you can't see all directions."

As soon as it feels wrong.

Zhang Heng was not stingy with the power of the immortal soul at all, and quickly sealed up his six senses.

Can do it all.

He found that it was useless at all, and the cough still rose from the bottom of his heart.

"What spell is this?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

The next second, as if thinking of something, he whispered: "It's not a spell, it's the power of law."

"The way of time, protect me."

At the end of art is law, rule.

The end of the law is the way, the great way.

Zhang Heng didn't expect to meet an unexpected visitor who had mastered the power of the law just after he descended from the spirit.

But he didn't give it for nothing.

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.

"Cough cough."

"cough cough"

Accompanied by the sound of coughing, an old man in a shroud staggered towards this side.

Zhang Heng looked at him quietly.

into the eye.

The old man's face was ashen, and his pupils were cloudy.

It looks like a human, not like a corpse.

But with one or two senses, he has no corpse aura.

On the contrary, the power of the law is full, as if
Zhang Heng whispered: "It seems to be the carrier of the power of law!!"

Cough
The sick old man walked forward while coughing.

The two sides brushed past.

Zhang Heng looked at the other party quietly under the frozen time.

In his induction, a ray of diseased law possessed the old man for some reason.

The current old man is neither human nor ghost, but a spirit of law.

If it is an ordinary person.

No, even a successful monk, as long as you have not practiced spells to the level of law.

Then when you hear the cough of a sick old man, you will also cough under the guidance of the law until you cough yourself to death.

And known.

The law is a field that only immortals can touch.

In the mortal world, it is absolutely impossible for someone who is not a stunning talent to cultivate magic to the level of law.

cough.

Cough
The sick old man staggered away.

Zhang Heng observed for a moment.

It was found that it could only move within the small town, as if the itinerary had been fixed by someone.

Take a closer look.

There is a little power of time left in the sick old man.

There is the existence of manipulating time, intercepting a period of old time, and making the sick old man repeat the process of walking in the small town again and again.

the town.

It is not so much a place of residence as it is a cage.

Inside the cage.

Guan Zhang Henglai's predecessor, a little old man in a Chinese tunic suit.

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 unknown is pervasive."

"The power of the law collapsed, materialized and deformed, and appeared in the world as the incarnation of natural disasters."

Looking at the back of the sick old man, Zhang Heng muttered: "Is it only the law of disease that has been distorted, or all the laws are like this, if all the laws have been distorted, and each incarnation moves natural disasters, this world may not be far from collapse Alright."

Then I thought again.

The predecessor was not an ordinary person, he was not killed by a 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 mastered the law of time to a certain extent.

Think again.

Mastering means mastering, but the level of mastery should not be deep.

Otherwise, how could the person who manipulated time die at the end of his life.

Take Zhang Heng for example.

As long as he wants to, he can completely freeze his own time forever, and it is difficult for the years to leave traces on him.

The predecessor couldn't do it.

It shows that his grasp of time is not deep, and it is still in the superficial stage.

"Go out and have a look first."

"I don't have any memory of the previous life. This is not a good previous life."

Zhang Heng now desperately wants to know what happened 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.

"Ok?"

Looking at the sick old man standing in front of him.

Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Someone has tampered with you, as long as someone wants to go out, they will alarm you and cause you to stop?"

The sick old man is the incarnation of the law of distortion, not a person.

No emotion, no thought, only instinct.

Looking at the sick old man who keeps coughing.

Zhang Heng glanced back at his home, and whispered: "Did it be done by the predecessor? In the whole Dagou Town, there are only him and you. If you want to prevent anyone from going out, that is to say, he has tampered with you." , let you stop him from going out."

The sick old man stood there numbly.

No response.

Zhang Heng has a little understanding.

His predecessor probably possessed the power of time, which was the power of law, so he suspected that after his death, he would be deformed and become like a sick old man, the incarnation of the law of distortion.

So he trapped the sick old man, and tampered with the sick old man.

Let him prevent anyone from going out. In this way, if the predecessor is really deformed after death and becomes a materialized 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 from the sick old man, but also from the predecessor.

In this way, it can be understood why there is not a single family in Dagou Town.

There should have been people here before, but when I felt that I was going to die of old age, I drove these people away.

And sealed up the town, brought in a sick old man.

Lying in the coffin, he used the power of time to forget himself, and waited for death with peace of mind.

Because it has been forgotten.

That's why after Zhang Heng came, he had no memory of his predecessor.

Unfortunately.

The predecessor's organs were exhausted, but he did not wait until death.

Instead, Zhang Heng waited here.

"Many desperate people choose to forget themselves."

"There are so many helpless people who have to be fully prepared for what happens after their own death."

Although Zhang Heng is not his predecessor.

But he could sense this despair and helplessness, and sighed: "But all of your arrangements ended up trapping me."

Zhang Heng is too imaginative.

It's not the real body descending into the world.

The power of the immortal soul he brought with him, use a little less, this is his trump card for descending the world.

If possible, he doesn't want to use the power of the immortal soul.

But he was tricked by his predecessor.

Looking at the sick old man standing in front of him, he knew that if he didn't make a move, it wouldn't let him go.

"Freeze!"

Zhang Heng reached out a little.

The power of the fairy soul burst out, driving the law of time, and directly sealed the sick old man in place.

Do it all.

He found himself weaker.

Because the previous life has passed away.

After he came, the power of the fairy soul and the law of time supported this body that should have died.

The most important thing right now is to rebuild mana and nourish the soul.

Otherwise, it is easy to overturn the boat in the gutter if you sit and eat the mountain and spend it.

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng just stepped out of the town.

It was discovered that there was a cordon outside the town, and several military trucks were parked in the distance.

Seeing someone coming out, these soldiers seemed to have thought of some horrible existence, and each of them looked terrified.

"Old patriarch?"

Four eyes facing each other.

A 27-year-old female officer with the rank of major got off 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 Bold's great-granddaughter."

A word from the woman stunned Zhang Heng.

Zhang Bold.

How could there be Zhang Bold in this world.

(End of this chapter)