"Tell me about the scene in your dream. I practice dream magic and I should be able to answer a few questions for you."

Pudu Cihang came face to face.

Zhang Heng, Yan Chixia, Xu Hongru, and Xiahou Swordsman all chatted as if he didn't exist.

"That's right."

Hearing this, Xiahou Swordsman didn't hide it: "I couldn't see myself in the dream. All I had was the enemy and the sword in my hand. Dreams don't repeat. In each dream, I was killing people, killing different people.

I don’t know those people at all.”

"That's it!"

Zhang Heng already had a guess in his mind, but just to be on the safe side, he thought for a while and added: "Show me the Demonic Sword."

Xiahou Swordsman hesitated for a moment before handing the Demonic Sword to Zhang Heng.

"What a heavy evil spirit and murderous intention!"

The moment he received the Heavenly Demon Sword, Zhang Heng shuddered, as if what he had received was not a sword, but a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice.

Afterwards, after being in contact for a long time, thoughts began to arise in his mind. As the saying goes, armed with a sharp weapon, one has the intention to kill. Looking at the Demonic Sword in his hand, and then looking at Pudu Cihang on the side, there is always something to do to him.

The impulse of a sword.

"It is indeed a magic sword!"

Zhang Heng recovered his thoughts and said to Swordsman Xiahou: "Weapons have been divided into gods and demons since ancient times. Divine swords protect you, while demon swords can disturb your mind. Your demon sword is a demon sword that can disturb your mind. Use it to kill."

Living things, it will feed back part of the life essence of living things to you, improving your strength. The disadvantage is that it will make you feel uneasy. Over time, your behavior will naturally tend towards the devil."

The tone paused slightly.

Zhang Heng said again: "As for the dream you mentioned, if my guess is correct, the sword holder in the dream should not be you, but those former masters of the magic sword. The scene of him fighting side by side with the magic sword was recorded by the magic sword.

Through this way of dreaming, you can learn the swordsmanship of successive masters of the magic sword.

Of course, you will definitely not learn everything, but to be able to become the master of the Demon Sword, the masters of the Demon Sword in the past should have good cultivation.

Even if you don't learn ten points, it is still very beneficial to learn seven or eight points. It is very effective to broaden your horizons and create your own sword moves."

Xiahou Swordsman was extremely grateful.

It's just that he now knows the disadvantages of the Demon Sword, but has no way to solve or restrain it, so he added: "The Demon Sword Techniques I have learned complement each other with the Demon Sword. I can't give up the Demon Sword, but I am worried that one day it will

Being controlled by the magic sword, what should I do?"

Zhang Heng thought about it for a moment and said, "I have a Taishang Jingjing Sutra. This sutra is mainly about controlling the mind and eliminating distracting thoughts. It is suitable for you to use."

Swordsman Xiahou thought for a while and said: "I am a swordsman. I have nothing but the Heavenly Demon Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword Art. I don't want to owe anyone too many favors. Let me see it this way. I will give you a copy of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art."

, use it in exchange for your Qing Jing Sutra."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Zhang Heng waved his hand and said: "The Taishang Jingjing Sutra is just a supplementary sutra. It is used to calm the mind before classes in the morning and evening. It is not very valuable. In terms of value, I am afraid it is far less than your Demonic Sword Technique."

Xiahou Swordsman didn't think so.

Once you change it once, this is the long-lasting way.

He is a man who has traveled around the world and knows that the most difficult thing to repay is a debt of favor. If he accepts this favor today, he will be a dwarf in the future.

As a swordsman, there is nothing more than a sword. Xiahou Swordsman does not want to pretend to be too many things, otherwise his sword will not be fast enough or pure enough.

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Seeing Xiahou Swordsman's insistence, Zhang Heng didn't know what to say.

the other side.

When Pudu Cihang saw the two of them finished chatting, he also smiled and said: "Yan Chixia, the Divine Sword Protector, Xu Hongru, the Taoist Master of Hengzhen, and Zhang Heng, the Taiping Sword, if the poor monk's guess is correct, you are coming for me.

Yeah."

Yan Chixia said in a deep voice: "Old demon Cihang, you devoured the destiny of the country and manipulated the affairs of the court. It is unforgivable. The three of us are here to take your life. Just accept your fate."

Pudu Cihang's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled: "You three are so confident that you can defeat me?"

Xu Hongru sighed: "Pudu Cihang, I respect you as the king of demons. I still know how powerful you are.

It's a pity that it's not that the three of us can't tolerate you, but that the Zhao royal family and the Taoist sect can't tolerate you. Even if the three of us are defeated by you, what's the use? Next time, the two saints of Kunlun Mountain will come.

The five elders of the Taoist sect, Zongzheng of the clan family, the head of the Confucius and Mencius family, and even the eight hundred thousand imperial army.

Can you keep winning?

No, we can afford to lose, Taoism can also afford to lose, but you can't afford to lose.

If you lose, you will die. If you stand up to the whole world with your own strength, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism will beat you until you are beaten to death. This is the fate of being an outcast."

The old monster from Montenegro should be strong.

He is very strong, and very strong, otherwise he would not be able to dominate the world.

In the end, it was still defeated by Bodhidharma's handwriting.

Buddhism and Taoism, Confucius and Mencius.

Is there no treasure of this level like the Bodhidharma Script?

No, it's just a matter of whether you want to use it or not.

Once it is used and the saint's handwriting is unsealed, what will Pudu Cihang do to resist?

"O fate!"

Pudu Cihang felt helpless.

He was like a butterfly trapped in a spider's web. The more he struggled, the more powerless he became.

"Protect the abbot!"

After hearing everyone's conversation, a maid hidden in the dark appeared to protect the Dharma.

Looking at these maids wearing purple and green robes, clustering around Pudu Cihang, holding golden gongs and scimitars, Zhang Heng said: "Lanruo Temple is very good, and it is suitable for fighting to death to show your reputation."

Pudu Cihang clasped his hands together and chanted in a low voice: "You are too murderous and harm the peace. You should put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!!

The ear-splitting sound waves were pressing in from all directions.

But Zhang Heng and the others were not moved at all.

What kind of life-demanding Sanskrit sound can fool ordinary people and low-level monks, but how can it be used in front of them?

"Fa Zhang, please keep the green hills here so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. We will hold them off for you. You can go back to the Western Wilderness quickly."

The maids looked at each other and led the little demons who came to kill Zhang Heng and the others.

"Look at me."

Xu Hongru waved his sleeves.

In an instant, two paper figures flew out from his sleeves.

The paper figure swelled in the wind and soon grew to the size of an adult. In a flash of light, it transformed into two female generals in silver armor.

"Change!"

Xu Hongru pointed to the stool and then to the broom outside the pavilion.

In an instant, the stool and broom flew out, landed next to the silver-armored female general, and turned into two horses and two silver guns.

"kill!"

The female general in silver armor rode a horse and held a silver spear, and fought with Pudu Cihang's maid and the little demon. The two sides were fighting inextricably.

Actually.

Zhang Heng looked with his Dharma eyes and saw that they were two paper figures riding on stools, fighting with brooms, and they were fighting fiercely.

"Fa Zhang!"

Not long after.

A maidservant was stabbed by a gun and fell to the ground screaming. She looked at Pudu Cihang with a pleading look on her face: "Let's go quickly!"

"Can you leave?"

Xu Hongru suddenly took action.

A man suddenly appeared behind the two maids, thrust his hands forward, passed through their chests, and grabbed their hearts.

"Abbott, let's go!"

The maids continued to die in battle, and the remaining people rushed to the battlefield again without hesitation.

Zhang Heng stood aside and watched coldly.

Enter the eyes.
To be continued...