Kong Hanan put the short sword in front of Hengshan, and felt a great resistance, and the sword body was difficult to enter.

He lifted the technique to untie the restrictions, and the rust spots on the sword began to peel off.

The cracks under the rust spots emit a dazzling purple-black glow.

But no matter how hard Kong Han'an tried, it was still difficult for the sword body to go further.

That's right, Hengshan is right, he is the main god after all, and it is not something that Kong Hanan can easily kill.

As the rust spots on the sword body fell more and more, Kong Han'an felt that his body was a little unbearable.

Even if he was using the techniques that the Great Emperor had taught him, the damage to his body from this law was real.

Kong Han'an was in a trance for a while.

In a haze, he recalled the request that the God of Wealth had made to him in the main hall.

Detain the soul of Hengshan, bring it back to the underworld, and arrange reincarnation.

Originally......

The God of Wealth has also expected it for a long time!?

You gods, holy people, can you speak directly in the future!

"Fish, I want it, bear paws, I want it......"

Meng Yu shook his head and read the book, and the talent in his body converged on Kong Han'an's body, delaying the collapse of Kong Han'an's body.

"Master Kong, I said that you have a relationship with my Buddha, so why bother ......"

Hengshan saw that Kong Han was difficult to approach, and chuckled.

Kong Hanan came back to his senses from his trance, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know if I have a relationship with the Buddha, but I think you have a relationship with my underworld!"

"When a man is killed, he will die, but what about God?"

Heng Shan's eyes widened, and he couldn't confidently lower his head and look at his body.

His body glowed with purple.

It is exactly the same as the purple on Kong Han'an's short sword.

Kong Han'an's sword has become longer......

In other words, Kong Han'an's sword began to shatter, but there was a purple-black short sword phantom in it, squeezing out his body-protecting divine power and inserting it into his body.

Hengshan smiled with relief.

"It turned out to be a materialized supernatural power...... Oh, there is no physical bondage, and your law is stronger. ”

"But without this sword, can your body resist?"

Kong Sheng sighed and didn't overdo it.

"Alas, Han'an, your temperament still needs to be polished, how can you do it so impulsively, it's too cruel, it's too bloody, and the gentleman doesn't do it!"

The bronze seal of the deputy envoy of the Huangquan Division hanging around his waist moved, and Kong Han'an felt a strong and gentle aura enveloping him.

The sword in his hand sent another inch, and the short sword completely sank into Hengshan's body, and a stream of golden liquid flowed out of the wound.

"My Buddha once said, I shouldn't come with you, maybe that's the case."

Hengshan seemed to see it, folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and lowered his head.

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

It seems to have been......

Kong Han breathed a sigh of relief.

He drew his sword and did it, not simply afraid of "having a relationship with my Buddha" and then starting to be reckless.

He's still a little sure.

Emperor Dongyue once hinted that his laws were not ordinary.

And presumably he killed Emperor Yanting in the ghost country, Kong Sheng saw it in his eyes.

That's why he, Kong Han'an, is qualified to be a knife in the hands of a saint.

Even if this blood relationship is weak, Kong Sheng will not let him die.

At least, it's not for nothing, he Kong Han'an can exchange one with Hengshan.

Then, as long as the sword can drink the blood of the gods, he will be able to live.

Now it seems, he guessed correctly.

Meng Yu and Kong Sheng shot together, and his sword pierced into Hengshan's body.

It's just that......

Why didn't this time have the same feeling as when he erased Shao Si's life before?

"Han An, carefully comprehend the breath on your body, the national fortune is not something that ordinary people can touch."

Kong Sheng's words rang in his ears, gentle and elegant.

But Kong Hanan always felt empty in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Uncle, there are some ......!"

Kong Hanan was about to say a reminder, but found that he couldn't speak.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Hengshan, although Hengshan was a few points taller than Kong Han'an, but after lowering his head, Meng Yu and Kong Sheng could only see Hengshan's bald head, but they couldn't see his expression.

But Hengshan, who hung his head in front of Kong Han'an, quietly twisted out a strange shape.

His head didn't move, but his eyes seemed to have grown to the top of his head, and he winked at Kong Han'an.

Hit the trick!

Kong Han'an was shocked, but the divine power around Hengshan quietly covered Kong Han'an's whole body.

Kong Sheng, who was in the back, was still chattering, explaining to Kong Hanan about talent and national fortune, how to cultivate the Confucian way, and how to transport power.

Meng Yu occasionally responded and said some of his own thoughts.

The two of them did not notice the changes in Hengshan.

Kong Han'an didn't have the heart to listen.

The aura on Hengshan's body became more and more terrifying, and the eyes on his bald head were full of smiling smiles, and Kong Hanan even faintly saw the corners of his grinning mouth, full of pride.

Kong Han was anxious.

Sure enough, the Lord God can be hurt by a pawn like himself.

Although it is now preparing to plot against Kong Sheng, if Hengshan succeeds, will there be eggs under the nest?

But Kong Hanan still couldn't do anything.

This sense of helplessness made his previous Dao heart shake a little.

Heng Shan's palms were also twisted strangely, his shoulders did not move, and his arms bent inward against common sense.

It grasped Kong Han'an's short sword, and slowly, inch by inch, carefully pulled it out completely.

The divine sword was stained with golden divine blood, but Kong Hanan couldn't do it anymore.

It's over, Kong Han'an closed his eyes in some despair.

At this moment, an old voice sounded from the sky.

"Yo, how many of you are busy? This bald monk, is Hengshan? ”

Heng Shan let out a muffled snort.

Kong Han'an opened his eyes and was surprised to find that Hengshan had inserted his short sword back into his body.

The bruises on his twisted arms bulged, and it was evident that he was struggling to resist some kind of force.

"It's all in, don't pull it out, since you like to turn your elbows out, then turn to the bottom and see."

The old voice came again, but it was not in the sky, as if it were far away.

"Crackle!"

Heng Shan's arms made a crisp sound, and his arms were completely broken inward.

Hengshan was a bachelor, but he snorted again.

I don't know when, a thin, short old man, covered with old age spots, with white hair and beard, with his hands behind his back and a sword on his back, appeared beside Kong Han'an and Hengshan.

He walked a little tremblingly, shook one step at a time, and slowly circled around the two.

"Why, Hengshan, there is no Divine Domain, so the idea of a ghost country is coming? That's it? ”

Kong Hanan only felt that his whole body was light, and his body was able to move.

Who is this old man?

He had a faint guess in his heart and looked at Kong Sheng behind him.

I saw Kong Sheng and Meng Yu, with solemn expressions, folded their hands, raised to their eyebrows, stretched out again, bent down and bowed, bowed to the end, and then knelt down, prostrate on the ground, the movements were consistent, neat, and the five-body throw was the same as Kong Han'an's previous manipulation by Kong Sheng.

"The students have seen the teachers."

"If you don't have a future life, meet the Taoist saint."