In his opinion, this is clearly a spell.

How can martial arts have such an effect?

However, isn't Zhang Heng a new martial saint? Why did he become a cultivator again?

A martial arts practitioner, or a martial artist who knows how to do magic?

"Everyone else calls me Immortal Master Zhang, so I naturally know how to do magic. Zhang Heng said lightly.

The fist intent could not be maintained for a long time, and after the wind calmed down, the phantom behind Zhang Heng also dissipated.

Yang Lele and Uncle Wang were the closest to him, and when the phantom appeared just now, they didn't dare to breathe, and even had an urge to kneel and worship, but now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Who would have thought that in the end it was the little boy who chased me in junior high school who changed my fate......" Yang Lele thought about it, and he was a little fascinated.

"This person is a martial artist and a cultivator?"

The young sect master felt that his worldview had been subverted a little, and someone would actually do this? What is this called, dual cultivation of martial arts?

The scary thing is that he has really cultivated and become famous.

Martial Saint!

Nine layers of Qi training!

Just thinking about it, he has a little numb scalp, this kind of demon is enough to make those guys in Fengqi Prefecture who can be called masterpieces embarrassed.

"If I make up the furnace ding, I will be able to break through to the foundation building, where will he be my opponent at that time?" The young sect master felt a little remorseful, feeling that he had underestimated Dongzhou, but he didn't expect to run into a hard stubble.

His heart instantly sank.

Because he thought of what Zhang Heng had released before...... If this kid is allowed to grow up, then over time, maybe he can really destroy the Hehuan Sect!

This consequence made the young sect master cold, he took a deep breath, and said through gritted teeth.

"We must not let him grow to the point where he has the power to destroy the Hehuan Sect!"

At the thought of this, a look of madness welled up in his eyes.

It's time to fight hard!

"Sacrifice!"

A roar came out of his throat.

The face of the Hehuan Sect Protector who was still alive changed in unison, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Less, less sect master ......"

The young sect master's expression was hideous, and he said coldly.

"Don't forget, what the Hehuan Sect has cultivated you for today!"

"Your parents and relatives are still in the sect......

Hearing this, everyone laughed miserably.

"Obey the decree of the young sect master!"

They raised their hands in unison and slapped their palms on their chests.

Blood spurted out, and several people died instantly.

But their blood did not dissipate, but flowed on the ground, gathered together, and almost formed a stream...... "Today, I will kill you!"

The young sect master looked at Zhang Heng resentfully, directly tore off his clothes, stretched out a hand, and grabbed his heart!

His sharp nails, tearing flesh and touching his beating heart.

The blood on the ground suddenly boiled and bubbled!

The blood vapor escaped, and the smell of fish in the air was extremely strong.

Jingle bells!

The young sect master's hand, which had been stained red with blood, pulled something out of his heart.

But it's a golden bell.

"Oh no, that's a Hehuan bell!"

Seeing this scene, the old martial saint used his last strength to remind.

He trembled, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Why, he actually brought this thing out!"

Cai Yanzhi rarely saw his grandfather lose his temper like this, and he also realized that something was wrong and asked.

"What the hell is this acacia bell?"

"It's one of the Hehuan Sect's Zhenshan magic weapons!" the old martial saint struggled to stand up, and said tremblingly.

"Seventy years ago, at the junction of Fengqi Prefecture and Dongzhou, I once saw the Hehuan Sect clashing with a few scattered martial saints!"

"At that time, the martial saints used their martial arts skills and originally had the absolute upper hand, but the sect master of the Hehuan Sect took out this Hehuan bell...... Shake it gently, everyone, and they'll all die!"

"Dead, how did you die?" exclaimed Cai Yanzhi.

"The way to die is a little ugly......" The old martial saint didn't know how to say.

"Indulge in lust and die. Zhang Heng suddenly said his words.

"I think those martial saints must have hallucinated, bewitched by women, confused by their minds, and extremely unbearable. ”

"In the end, he died of desire. ”

"Am I right?"

The old martial saint hadn't answered yet, but the young sect master over there had already begun to laugh wildly.

"I didn't expect you, a dirt bun, to have heard of the prestige of Hehuan Bell!"

"Prestige?" Zhang Heng disdained, but it was just a magic weapon on the bad street, what majesty was there?

In fact, as early as when he heard the name Hehuan Sect, he already knew what this sect was.

There are many cultivation methods, known as the Three Thousand Avenues, Eight Hundred Side Gates, and the method of double cultivation originally belonged to one of the Three Thousand Avenues, which was later changed by some speculative villains, and became the left path of the side door, relying on the cultivation of supplements.

What Hehuan Sect, Huanxi Sect, Yinu Sect, etc., Zhang Heng has seen a lot.

Once, there was a witch in the realm of immortals, scratching her head and posing, trying to mess with his mind and arouse the desires in his heart...... But in the end, he was slapped to death by Zhang Heng.

The witch is still like this, what is a mere acacia bell?

"I really didn't expect that you could force me to use the Hehuan Bell, to be honest, you surprised me very much, I was really reluctant to kill you!" The Hehuan Bell in the young sect master's hand absorbed the blood and gradually released a pink mist.

In the mist, there was no one to be seen, but a woman's delicate laughter came out.

It was just laughter, and almost everyone present reacted, and quickly covered their embarrassment.

"You're still trying to kill me?"

Zhang Heng was unmoved.

"If you are so obsessed, it seems that you can only destroy the whole door. ”

The young sect master sneered.

"It's all this time, and you're still talking wildly, do you still think you're my opponent?"

The old god Zhang Heng was here, and he was still calm, but the words he said made the young sect master angry.

"Using an inaccessible magic weapon, and still need to be sacrificed with blood, why should you be my opponent?"

Hearing this, the young sect master was sad.

In order to use the Hehuan Bell, he not only lost his loyal subordinates, but also made his own efforts to make his cultivation directly drop by three levels, and he didn't know how many years it would take to recover.

The power that was paid at such a great price is still looked down upon?

He gritted his teeth, hating someone so much for the first time.

"I'm going to kill you!"

I saw the bloodshot young sect master in his eyes, holding a bell in his hand, and suddenly shook.

Jingle bells!

The moment the bell rang, the old martial saint was terrified to the extreme and shouted.

"Let's go!"

The young sect master laughed madly.

"Isn't it too late to go?

Before the words fell, the pink mist had already spread, instantly spreading to the entire Martial Saint Mountain.

The scattered peach blossoms all over the mountain flew up, and in the mist, out of the scantily clad palace women.

"Handsome guy. ”

"Uncle. ”

"Childe. ”

"Official. ”

“……”

The names are different, and the voices also give people different feelings, or feminine, or charming, or cold, or innocent...... In short, it was just a few calls, and the men present were all stunned.

One by one, as if they had been manipulated, their Adam's apple rolled, they swallowed desperately, and their faces showed obsession.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Cai Yanzhi was horrified to find that the people of Wusheng Mountain seemed to be crazy, drooling one by one, and walked towards this group of women who were scratching their heads and posing.

"Uncle Wang, even you ......"

Yang Lele covered his mouth and looked at Uncle Wang in horror.

In her memory, Uncle Wang, who has never been close to women, is like a widower at this moment, desperately tearing his clothes and running forward.

"The magic of the Hehuan Bell, no one can resist!"

The young sect master laughed wildly and shook the bell again.

The woman in the pink mist intensified, her snow-white body was slightly exposed, and her slender fingers were gently hooked.

Sizzle!

Even the old martial saint gasped, he closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and struggled to resist the demons in his heart.

But his sweat was rolling down in large pieces, and his body was trembling slightly, obviously not holding on for long.

There were more than a dozen peerless beauties who embraced Zhang Heng.

The fat powder was thick, and they smiled stupidly, and their delicate bodies leaned over.

"Even Zhang Heng can't resist?"

The gaffe of the man present disappointed Yang Lele and Cai Yanzhi.

Although they can fully understand, there are still some pimples in their hearts, and all their hopes are placed on Zhang Heng.

Next, it's up to him......

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, looked at the group of "demons and monsters" approaching, put his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and shouted.

"Get out of here!"

A broken drink, like spring thunder, deafening!