I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng didn't even look at the death of the Silver Winged Demon Bird.

Because, for Zhang Heng, the death of the Silver Winged Demon Bird was already a certainty. There can never be any mistakes.

Ever since Zhang Heng entered the stateless state, he realized that the commonality between the brave's **** and martial arts secrets is the essence of power.

Everything about Zhang Heng, on the surface, still hasn't changed in the slightest.

In fact, earth-shaking changes have taken place. Zhang Heng's defense is a huge change from the inside out.

If Zhang Heng in the past was just wandering around at the beginning of the two roads of brave and martial arts, and has not found a real way to open these two roads, then Zhang Heng now has an active one. Another fork and dead end avoided countless dangers and difficulties, and finally embarked on the two roads between the brave and the warrior, which merged into one, called the broad road of the source of strength.

This road leads directly to the end of the brave and martial arts, and at the same time it is self-contained.

Zhang Heng's future path of spiritual practice will inevitably become unimpeded because of Zhang Heng's understanding of the origin of power.

And even the current Zhang Heng has surpassed the arrogance of middle- and lower-level brave or warriors.

Now Zhang Heng alone displays the brave's unique knowledge, or the martial arts cheats, it is enough to contend with the brave's third realm, beyond the chakra realm, and directly reaching the great masters of the gods, such masters, even the elders of the Anxi Brave Academy Seeing, they can only look upright.

Even the Dean of Anxi Brave Academy, seeing Zhang Heng now, I am afraid, he may not be able to defeat Zhang Heng without risk.

Life is like this. Everyone is constantly active or passive. The author chooses one way or another.

And among these choices, most of the choices are irrelevant, they are all leading to the end of an established road, without sorrow or joy, without surprise or danger, mediocre, but not deadly enough.

In a person's life, there are only a few choices, which may be related to life, the destiny and future of the person's life.

This is exactly what Zhang Heng chose this time.

He chose to calmly understand the origin of power, and he was doomed. He could no longer be an ordinary person.

It is decided that Zhang Heng is no longer a silent and unknown person who is irrelevant to the overall situation and the world.

Now, he has become the only one in the entire Celestial Continent, no longer sitting in Guantian, jumped onto the well platform, and looked up to see the frog in the vast sky.

Zhang Heng glanced at the sky and the earth in the distance.

The sky is vast and groggy, boundless.

The land is vast and vast, containing everything.

The world speaks for itself, but Liberty Avenue survives forever.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but whispered to himself: "I don't want to eat the swan's toad, it's not a good toad."

"The frog who doesn't want to jump on the well platform is not a good frog."

"A good frog, you should watch the situation in all directions, and at the same time, you must also see the end of the autumn."

After saying a word, Zhang Heng retracted to look at Xian Yuantian's double words, and then looked down at his front.

In front of Zhang Heng, there were a mess of trees, including old pines and ancient cypresses.

Old trees that had grown for hundreds of years, if Zhang Heng and Silver Winged Demon Bird hadn't come, they might have been able to stay for hundreds of thousands of years.

But in this world, there are not so many ifs.

Therefore, Zhang Heng and Yinyi Yaoniang are now old.

Therefore, many of these old uncles who have grown for hundreds of thousands of years have suffered from unsuspecting disasters. They were caught in the fire at the gate of the fierce battle between the two and the pond fish.

Under the mess of tree trunks and the lusher canopies of old pine and cypress trees.

Zhang Heng vaguely saw a truncated stone stele.

The stone tablet was broken, and even the base of the stone tablet tilted directly because of the fierce fighting just now, collapsing the tomb under the stone tablet, exposing the thin coffin in the tomb under the tomb.

It is indeed a thin coffin.

The bush has been smashed and collapsed, and the coffin slab appeared. The coffin slab was only a measure of thickness.

The coffins were also very crude, and they looked like the goods of Returning Hometown.

The coffins in Huangyang Town are 70% to 80% active, and they are all the goods of Returning Comeback Hall.

Even paint and lacquer are not applied to the coffin, let alone any gilt painting powder.

Zhang Heng glanced lightly at the material of the coffin template, and he knew that this should be the worst paulownia material for coffins.

This kind of material is good for making a piano, it is ethereal and transparent, simple and elegant, and has a unique charm.

But when it comes to making coffins, it is by no means a good thing.

Only because the material of paulownia is too low in density, the hardness is very poor, and it is very easy to absorb water, and it is easy to deform when it absorbs water. The deformation will easily cause the corpse in the coffin to become damp in the water, and then become corrupted at a very fast speed. Beyond recognition.

Such a result is definitely not what the dead in the coffin wanted to see.

It seems that the person in charge of Yang who seems to have a deep sense of righteousness is not a living bodhisattva.

Yes, for Fengniang, who is a living person, the person in charge of Yang still has to rely on, so she naturally needs to take more care of her.

For a group of four, instead of letting the other party actually bury the pit, they also found a feng shui treasure for the other party, bought a thin coffin, and buried them in a serious manner. Finally, they set up a tombstone. Money is like fate, among the stubborn old bustards, it is already considered to be high-minded, generous, and unselfish.

Yichang thought to himself, while looking at the cracked coffin.

Zhang Heng watched, his eyes gradually narrowed.

Because, according to the size and length of the coffin of the same shape that Zhang Heng had seen before in Guilaixitang.

It should be just enough for a normal person to put in.

If it’s a man with seven feet high and a sturdy back, lying in a coffin like this, if you don’t lengthen the coffin, you need to cut the man’s legs shorter, or let the opponent bend his legs in the coffin. Simply taking off your shoes and walking can not solve the problem of insufficient length of the coffin.

But now Zhang Heng looked through the cracks in the coffin, but he didn't see the clothes or body of the deceased in the coffin at all.

You must know that Zhang Heng is now in the gap, and the range of the coffin that can reach the coffin road has occupied at least a quarter of the length of the coffin.

For even a quarter of the length, there was no figure of the dead in the coffin.

Unless the person lying in the coffin is a child under ten years old, or, lying in it, is a dwarf no more than four feet tall.

But how is this possible? If the owner lying in the coffin, Feng Niang’s father, Chen Fulu, is a dwarf less than four feet tall, he would not forget that the introduction was so obvious when asked the Xinyuan, when the principal Yang introduced it. Unforgettable obvious features.

And since lying in the coffin could not be a child under ten, nor a dwarf under four feet tall.

There is only one remaining possibility.

Zhang Heng thought to himself: "The only possibility left is that there is no father lying in the coffin, Chen Fulu, in the coffin. I am afraid that there is no one at all in this thin coffin."

In front of Zhang Heng, this tomb with the tombstone of Chen Fulu's first test was actually an empty grave!

There is nothing inside!

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng couldn't help but stunned slightly.

Then he just thought about it for a moment, then immediately looked at the grave in front of him, made up his mind, his tone was flat, but he spoke to himself without hesitation: "Facts speak louder than words. Since I am uncertain, what is going on inside? I just opened the tomb myself and opened the coffin to check it out."

"If, in the unlikely event that Feng Niang’s father, Chen Fulu’s corpse is buried, I’ll be a big deal, and I’ll help him put on a good coffin and bury him again, so that he can be born with such a thin coffin. It's not good to be windy and leaky every three days."

"And if there is really no one in this tomb coffin, that would be interesting, ha ha."

Hehe sounded, Zhang Heng had already acted directly.

He first cleaned up to the top of the tomb, three pieces of dead branches and leaves of old pine and cypress, huge tree trunks.

Then, he threw the broken tombstones and the foundations of the tombstones scattered around three feet away between raising his hands.

After everything was cleaned up, there was only a slightly gathered loess bag left in front of him, and that was the part of the grave of Feng Niang's father, Chen Fulu.

Afterwards, Zhang Heng directly hugged an old pine trunk with a thick waist and regarded the old pine as a huge broom.

Regarding the trunk of the old pine as the handle of the broom, the canopy of the old pine, which is covered with lush pine needles, as the brush of the broom, he poured his energy into his hands, pointed it at the slightly raised hill in front of him, and waved it abruptly. Come out, it's like a whirlwind blowing through the sky and the earth.

After the cyclone passed, the loess was flying, the dust was all over the sky, the masonry was flying across the sky, and the scene was extremely magnificent.

When the dust fell and the bricks went away, what appeared in front of Zhang Heng was a dirt pit that was about ten feet long and three feet wide.

The earth pit did not have any necessary protection. The project was very rough. Now, under the earth pit, there has been a lot of soil accumulation. I am afraid, if it takes more than a few kilograms, this earth pit may directly collapse and move in front of you. This pit was really buried.

In the center of the soil pit, there is a rough thin coffin. Above the thin coffin, debris has fallen. The thin coffin is also covered with many deep and shallow cracks. It is obvious that this thin coffin is probably used. The material is not completely dried in the shade at all, so it cracks so easily.

With a sudden wave of the huge broom in Zhang Heng's hand, the green brush swept across the coffin. The next moment, the coffin was covered, and there was no trace of dirt or dust.

Zhang Heng jumped directly into the pit.

His right hand stretched out his fingers and tapped on the cracked coffin lid. Suddenly, the coffin lid made an empty, transparent and simple sound.

In the empty sound, the rectangular nails nailed to the top of the coffin lid immediately seemed to suddenly come to life with their fingertips. They bounced out of the coffin lid, bounced off the coffin lid, and then disappeared.

In the next instant, Zhang Heng stretched out his right hand again, infused with singular strength, and swiped abruptly against the cracked coffin lid. In the next instant, the entire coffin lid seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand, and then gently Uncovered, it fell silently beside the pit, and suddenly, in front of Zhang Heng, the original face of the coffin appeared.

Seeing the appearance in the coffin, the expression on Zhang Heng's original confident face suddenly stiffened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and some incredible expressions appeared in his eyes.

Because Zhang Heng discovered that there was nothing empty in the thin coffin in front of him.

Originally Zhang Heng thought that the tomb of Chen Fulu, the father of Feng Niang in front of him, was very likely an empty mound.

But in fact, the tomb in front of me is not an empty mound.

Because the coffin in the tomb is really not empty.

However, if this is the case, it is not enough to make Zhang Heng feel the slightest surprise and doubt.

What is even more strange is that not only is the coffin not empty, but the deceased in the coffin is not a child under ten years old, nor is it a dwarf less than four feet in length.

Of course, if in this coffin, lying is the Feng Niang Fuqing Chen Fulu as the person in charge of Yang described.

Zhang Heng still doesn't feel puzzled.

The reason why such a weird look appeared on Zhang Heng's face now was because the dead in the coffin was beyond Zhang Heng's expectation.