Blue sky and white clouds, green grassland.

Nine tall horses, pulling a magnificent and strange carriage, were running happily and quickly.

In the carriage, on the soft bed, Zhang San sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, a trace of steaming purple blood was constantly rotating around him, and with each turn, the injuries on his body weakened a point, from the inside out, gradually, even the wounds on the skin disappeared.

At this scene, Yan Jingxin and Fu Yaohong, who had been watching the scene, were dumbfounded.

One day and one night, they witnessed a miracle happening, from a lump of soft flesh to the vitality of the present, as if it had been through a magic trick, if it weren't for the fact that Zhang San's broken arm hadn't grown a new one, they would almost really think that he could do anything.

Whew! It's a fix.

On the soft collapse, Zhang San sighed secretly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Holy Lord, are you alright?"

Fu Yaohong stepped forward in surprise, she knew that Zhang San was practicing Purple Blood Demon Skill, but she didn't expect it to be so magical.

"Yes, it's okay. ”

Zhang San nodded lightly, turned his neck slightly, and looked at Yan Jingxin opposite with a chuckle.

"Are your injuries really healed?"

Under Zhang San's gaze, Yan Jingxin blushed slightly, and gently stepped forward to ask, the disbelief in her eyes had not completely dissipated.

"Yes. ”

Zhang San nodded again, his sense of Yan Jingxin was getting better and better at the moment, and his thoughts of teasing her were much lighter.

"Where?" he asked again.

"Holy Lord, we are already outside the Mengren Imperial City, about a hundred miles away. Fu Yaohong hurriedly replied.

"Well, I'll take a look. Zhang San was noncommittal, and closed his eyes again.

Moment....

The entire heaven and earth appeared in front of Zhang San's eyes, and his divine consciousness had escaped from his body and appeared in the sky above the vast grassland.

"Is that the Imperial City of the Mongols?"

Zhang San's divine consciousness melted into the void and looked far away to the north.

He saw the Kunlun Mountains in the distance, and a stream of vitality was rising, turning into a dragon-shaped state, and a steady stream of people gathered towards the Mongolian Imperial City, illuminating the splendor there.

Looking at the direction of the Central Plains, the dragon vein qi flowing from Kunlun Mountain has been cut off, and the luck of the Han people is about to dry up.

"Sure enough, it's destiny!"

A bitter smile appeared on Zhang San's face, under the operation of the Heavenly Dao of this world, even if he cultivated to Tongtian, he could only watch Hanxing in the Yuan Dynasty.

With his means, the only thing he could do was to seal the follow-up source of dragon qi and let the dragon qi of the Mengren be exhausted as quickly as possible, but in this way, at least it would be decades later.

Sighing slightly, Zhang San took one last look at the imperial city, and after not finding the breath of Ba Sipa, his divine consciousness turned into wind and returned to his body in an instant.

Emperor Meng has a dragon qi to protect himself, and he is helpless with his cultivation, if he is forcibly killed, it will inevitably cause the Heavenly Dao to counterattack, and at that time, everything will be irreparable.

After all, no matter how powerful he was at the moment, he couldn't fight against the Heavenly Dao of a complete world.

。。。。。

"Turn around and go to the Bdara Palace. ”

In the carriage, after Zhang San woke up, he said in a deep voice.

"Why?"

Yan Jingxin and Fu Yaohong were puzzled.

"Phags-pa is not in the Imperial City of the Mongols. Zhang San shook his head.

"Ah, doesn't he need to protect Emperor Meng?"

Yan Jing was shocked, and felt incredible, there would be no grandmaster by the side of the Mengren Emperor?

"He knew I was going to kill him, so he fled. ”

Zhang San looked at Yan Jingxin indifferently, his eyes were gloomy, and it vaguely seemed that the sun, moon and stars were rotating in it.

"Oooh. ”

Yan Jingxin nodded stunned, she was unconsciously intoxicated, and it wasn't until Zhang San showed a strange smile on her face that she turned around with a red face.

Sure enough, it's a little girl!

Zhang San smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and let Yan Jingxin and Fu Yaohong control the carriage forward.

Pasipa is cultivating the ultimate knowledge of authentic tantric Buddhism, and his supernatural focus and spiritual attack are the best at peeking into the minds of others, as long as there is the slightest flaw, he can pull others into his illusion of reincarnation and quietly kill people.

And if Zhang San guessed correctly, the belief of the Mengchi Guild would be supernatural, and Ba Sipa would definitely be the same, otherwise he would not know that he was coming, so he hurried back to the Tibetan Plateau.

From this, it can be seen that Phags-pa is definitely far more terrifying than Meng Chixing!

In this way, Zhang San had to pay attention to it, and strive to adjust his momentum and soul to the peak state before arriving.

B Dala Palace is the center of the entire pro-Tibetan plateau, in this vast plateau, has a supreme position, and the Ba Si Pa, on behalf of the B Dala Palace, is the H Buddha in the minds of all the people on this plateau.

"You wait here. ”

More than 100 miles away from the Dala Palace, Zhang San slowly stepped off the frame, instructed the two girls not to approach, and walked slowly forward alone.

In fact, as early as the moment he stepped on this land, he had already been discovered by Ba Sipa, and although it seemed that there was no movement, the qi of the two of them had already fought in the void for countless rounds.

From Zhang San's occupation of the top at the beginning, to the mutual victory and defeat, and then to the complete dominance of Ba Sipa, in the battle at the spiritual level, the closer to the B Dala Palace, the more Zhang San was defeated.

But he had to get closer, because only by getting close could he attack the main body of the Phags-pa.

"Little friend, this is not your physical body. ”

Just as Zhang San approached the square in front of the Potala Palace, the bell-like voice of Basi Bahong suddenly sounded in his ears.

Zhang San was stunned, and his secret was discovered for the first time.

Subsequently, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he became a scholar, and was about to enter Beijing to take the exam, but he encountered a female ghost who was captivating the country and the city in a ruined temple, and the two fell in love, but they were not tolerated by the world, and were chased and killed by Taoists, and finally separated from life to death.

In another life, he turned into a big tree, dying after crossing the catastrophe, but was rescued by a fairy with a peerless face, and after he recovered from his injuries and turned into a human form, the two fell in love.

It's a pity that three hundred years later, when he was about to ascend to the throne, the fairy stabbed the demon thorn into his heart.

It turned out that from beginning to end, all the fairy wanted was his Dacheng tree heart.

In the end, he blew himself up at the last moment, and the two died together.

Again and again, male or female, good or hungry, demonic, or god or Buddha, or grass and trees......... Life after life, reincarnation continues.

Every time, when Zhang San's soul was about to be wiped out, a mark would suddenly appear in the void, pulling him back from the impermanent void and experiencing reincarnation again.

Finally... In a certain life, Zhang San suddenly realized that the whole person was generous and bright, and his divine consciousness appeared in the void, illuminating the entire world to pieces, and then .........

His consciousness darkened, and he turned into a crystal clear pocket villain.

"Alas, providence!"

In the Potala Palace, on the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, a big red robe sat cross-legged and let out a desolate sigh......