With a broken drink, like thunder, there was a bang, and all the bewitching women who were close to Zhang Heng showed surprise in unison.

"I didn't expect you to have a little concentration!"

The young sect master gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.

"I'll see how long you can last!"

His strength is insufficient, and he can only rely on blood sacrifice to urge the Hehuan Bell, but now he bites the tip of his tongue, and another mouthful of essence blood spurts out, and the blood on the Hehuan Bell is shining, and it is even a little dazzling when you look at it from a distance.

The young sect master held the Hehuan bell and shook it vigorously!

Jingle Bell ......

The bell rang suddenly, the pink mist surged, and it was several times richer in an instant, and the woman who had just shown a shocked face was full of spring in her eyes at this moment, and she smiled and smiled, all with a terrifying magic that made people's hearts stir.

"Damn it!"

The old martial saint spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his momentum was even more sluggish, he looked down at the straddle, and even he reacted.

Fortunately, Hehuan Bell was aimed at Zhang Heng, and he was only affected.

If it really comes towards him, the consequences will only be ......

As for the other men, now bloodshot and bloodshot eyes, like wild beasts, they roared hungrily, and they tore at their clothes and ran wildly into the mist to touch the women......

"I don't believe it, you still hold on!" The young sect master laughed wildly, he didn't believe that there were people in this world who were not close to women, not to mention that Zhang Heng was a normal person, even if he was a eunuch, under the influence of this Hehuan Bell, he would inevitably get out of control!

Because the power of the acacia bell is a direct invasion of the soul, the reaction of the body is secondary.

"Hold on!"

Yang Lele looked at Zhang Heng worriedly, just now, Uncle Wang was the first to rush into the woman's arms because of the proximity, but he never came back......

His whole person was as if the world had evaporated, completely disappeared into invisibility in the pink mist.

This scene made Yang Lele frightened to the extreme, and she understood that Zhang Heng was the last hope.

If he can't do it, then everyone present will surely die.

As soon as she thought of this, she looked at Zhang Heng not far away, but found that even if it was at this critical moment...... Zhang Heng's face was still calm.

It's very weird, Yang Lele was also infected, calmed down, and a thought came to his heart.

"If he can't hold on, then I won't live anymore, and it's not a bad thing to be able to die together......"

Zhang Heng naturally didn't know that Yang Lele's mind was spinning with this strange thought, he looked at the women who were scratching their heads in the pink mist, and there was a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Carving insect skills!"

Hehuan bell belongs to the soul attack class magic weapon.

If it was the kind of magic weapon that forcibly attacked the soul and destroyed the soul, Zhang Heng might be more difficult to deal with.

Because his current strength is insufficient, and his soul power is unspeakably strong, he still can't resist the kind of high-level magic weapon that is unreasonable and purely aimed at destruction.

It's a pity that the Hehuan Bell belongs to the illusion type of magic weapon.

Its power acts directly on the soul and arouses the most primitive lusts...... Every time the bell shakes, the power of the illusion becomes stronger......

However, Zhang Heng is not afraid of illusion!

He has been cultivating the immortal realm for thousands of years, what kind of scene has he never seen?

Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him, he will definitely talk and laugh, can just a few women make him submissive?

Therefore, in Zhang Heng's view, the young sect master was completely seeking his own death.

"Why are you playing badly, just playing illusions in front of me?"

Zhang Heng sneered and took a step.

Immediately after, everyone's faces changed.

Because they saw that Zhang Heng walked step by step into the depths of the fog.

"Isn't he okay?" Yang Lele's little face turned pale.

"No! He's still sober!" Cai Yanzhi found the clue.

Yang Lele looked at it, and sure enough, he found that Zhang Heng had not lost his mind.

On the contrary, he was very comfortable, with his hands behind his back, unhurriedly, as if he were walking.

or charming, or cold, or immature, or mature...... The women moved forward one by one, doing their best to show their best side, even if they were saints, when they saw such a scene, they were afraid that their blood would swell and it would be difficult to restrain them.

But Zhang Heng never changed his face, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and kept moving forward.

Let the warm fragrant nephrite around him, but he does not move at all.

Ten thousand flowers have been in the bush, and the leaves do not stick to the body!

Seeing this scene, Yang Lele and Cai Yanzhi were ecstatic, but immediately after, the two had a strange idea.

"So he doesn't want to move, so what kind of woman does he like?"

The young sect master looked like he had seen a ghost, and he looked at this scene in disbelief.

"How is that possible?"

No matter what he thought, Zhang Heng was already standing on the top of the mountain on his side.

"Impossible, impossible......"

The young sect master shook the bell frantically, his eyes full of madness.

This is a Hehuan bell, the best magic weapon, and it is the treasure of Zhenshan that he secretly brought out from the sect......

Why can't you help but have a Dongzhou bun?

Here's why!

"Could it be that he is an immortal?" the old martial saint couldn't figure it out, and his vicissitudes of life were filled with shock.

Back then, he watched several martial saints die under the Hehuan Bell with his own eyes, this treasure has always been an invincible weapon of destruction in his eyes, and now when he meets Zhang Heng, he is actually dumbfounded!

"What is cultivated is the method that does not enter the stream, the Dharma weapon that does not enter the stream, and the method that does not enter the stream is played...... You are not worthy to be my opponent. Zhang Heng said lightly.

He had already approached the young sect master, took one step at a time, and swung his sword directly!

The sword light flickered, condensed into the size of a needle tip, and headed towards the throat of the young sect master!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

On his body, there were seven or eight low-level magic weapons flickering, resisting the power of this sword.

Bang!

The magic weapons were shattered one after another, and when all the talisman magic weapons were destroyed, less than one-tenth of the remaining sword qi directly penetrated the body of the young sect master.

He vomited blood and fell backwards, his eyes were black, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

With his serious injury, the Hehuan Bell also lost its effect, the pink mist dissipated, and the men who had just been in a state of obsession woke up, they thought of what had just happened, and they all shivered, showing a look of fear.

A group of people gritted their teeth and looked at the young sect master, but they found that his situation was even worse.

The use of Hehuan Bell had already made him not lightly injured, but now he suffered a major blow, and was injured by Zhang Heng, both psychologically and physically, the young sect master at this time can be said to be extremely embarrassed...... However, he did not mean to sit still, but shouted sharply at the critical moment.

"Stop!"

Zhang Heng looked at him playfully.

"Immortal Master Zhang, we don't have a life-and-death feud!"

The young sect master was terrified to the extreme, but he didn't beg for mercy, because he knew that the more he confessed at this time, the faster he would die.

At the critical moment, his brain was running rapidly, and he said very neatly.

"I offended you this time, it's because I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, I admit punishment, you can take me as a hostage, in exchange for the heavenly treasures of the Hehuan Sect!"

"Secondly, I don't want this furnace, you want it, just take it, if it's not enough, I have something else there, I will definitely satisfy you!"

"If you have other conditions, even if you open it, you will leave a line in your work, and you will see each other in the future, if you are desperate to kill me, not to mention that you will be subjected to the crazy revenge of the Hehuan Sect in the future, even the Dongzhou martial artists will be implicated......"

Hearing this, Zhang Heng seemed to be smiling.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm just stating a fact!" The young sect master took a deep breath and said: "Not to mention the elders in the foundation building period in the sect, let's just say that the younger generation, I am not the most powerful, I am just the young sect master, and the holy woman is the leader of the younger generation of the Hehuan Sect, her retreat is about to end, and when she comes out, it will be the foundation building and cultivation!"

"Think about it, think about yourself, think about Dongzhou, what reason is there to make a mortal enmity with the Hehuan Sect?"

After speaking, he looked at the old martial saint again.

"If you don't believe me, just ask this old thing!"

Old Wusheng thought for a while, sighed dejectedly, and said.

"He's right, let's stop. ”

The words fell, but he was aggrieved to the extreme.

But what can be done?

Dongzhou is weak, if you insist on going your own way, then it is the Dongzhou warriors who are unlucky......

Yang Lele was silent, Cai Yanzhi didn't speak, and even the people of Wusheng Mountain, who had just hated the young sect master, lowered their heads.

Aggrieved, everyone feels aggrieved!

Seeing this scene, the young sect master was secretly happy in his heart.

In his judgment, as long as Zhang Heng is a sane and normal person, he will definitely choose to compromise.

As long as he returns to the Hehuan Sect alive, then in the future, there will be time to settle accounts!

"How is Immortal Master Zhang thinking about it?" he had the confidence to take the initiative to ask.

"You have a point. Zhang Heng nodded.

"Then ......" The young sect master was overjoyed, and he was about to stand up.

But at this moment, without warning, Zhang Heng waved his long sword, and he saw a flash of sword light, and directly cut off his head!

"But I refuse!"