Zhang Heng raised his hand and killed an immortal master of the royal palace, which shocked the people on the ground.

In the eyes of ordinary mortals, immortal masters like Yu Sanniang are hard to reach. However, in front of Zhang Heng, the other party had no backhand power and was killed in seconds!

"This person is so terrible!"

The thin monkey standing behind Ling Tian couldn't help but tremble. Thinking that he had once spoken rudely to this immortal master Zhang, he felt very regretful.

"A little person like me shouldn't care about that much..."

The thin monkey comforted himself.

Ling Tian frowned slightly and said to Master Zou Xian who was beside him: "Why are the differences between them both cultivators, why is there such a big difference?"

Master Zou smiled bitterly and said, "You don't know much about the world of immortal cultivation. A real high-level cultivator kills a low-level cultivator, just like a martial arts master facing an ordinary person."

"The world of immortal cultivation..."

Like Tang Yashi, Ling Tian developed a yearning for this mysterious world.

After killing Yu Sanniang, the cultivator with the lowest cultivation level, Zhang Heng led Yue Shang to chase Zhuge Immortal Master.

Zhang Heng, who controls the natal spiritual weapon Yue Shang, is much faster than an average foundation-building cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Heng flew to about fifty meters away from Master Zhuge.

Master Zhuge sighed lightly, knowing that he could not escape.

Standing quietly in the void, Master Zhuge smiled bitterly:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you don't have to force people too much. I, Zhuge Xuanji, made a vow of my inner demon here. I will no longer contribute to the Qiwei Palace, and I will never be an enemy of you, fellow Taoist."

"It's too late! Killing you is easier than anything else."

Zhang Heng's cold eyes swept over Zhuge's immortal master, and he always felt that he could not fully see through this person.

The silver light flashed, and three silver edges ejected from Zhang Heng's palm again.

After entering the first level of Great Perfection, Zhang Heng's silver sharpness mastered was already a little more powerful than before, and was enough to kill the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage in seconds.

Seeing that Zhang Heng refused to let him go, Zhuge Xianshi waved his feather fan and a storm was constantly rotating in front of him. There was also a dazzling green light flashing in the storm. The air around him suddenly became unstable, and dust flew within a radius of dozens of meters, and the whistling sound continued.

The silver sharp edge slowed down slightly, and then easily cut the storm and approached the Immortal Master Zhuge.

"go!"

Master Zhuge threw out the feather fan in his hand.

The feather fan became several times larger in an instant, and at the same time, the green light in the hands of the immortal master Zhuge kept hitting it.

"Puff puff puff!"

The silver sharp edge, which slowed down slightly, hit the feather fan.

"laugh--"

In the end, the giant feather fan offset the silver storm, but there were three cracks on the sound of the feather fan.

"There is actually a medium-grade spiritual weapon."

Zhang Heng was slightly surprised.

Master Zhuge's face was pale, his spiritual weapon was damaged greatly, and his mind was also damaged.

The broken feather fan was barely received by the Immortal Master Zhuge.

"Go to die!"

Zhang Heng shot seven or eight silver sharp edges in his hand, attacking Zhuge Immortal Master from several directions.

Zhuge's immortal master gritted his teeth, and a great aura burst out from his body, and the green light wrapped him in his whole body. A faint pressure rushed towards Zhang Heng.

In just a short moment, his strength actually increased to the late stage of foundation building.

Zhang Heng was also stunned. Zhuge's counterattack was beyond his expectations.

At this moment, he was about to face a monk in the late stage of foundation building. It was almost impossible for him to solve the other party in a short period of time.

At the same time, Zhang Heng felt a more familiar aura from the other party.

This reminded Zhang Heng of the Mahayana cultivator in Luohe.

Zhuge's immortal master made a series of magic tricks in his hand, and invisible spells sounded in the air.

"Buzz!"

A powerful but gentle green light formed a constantly rotating vortex in front of him, and the Immortal Master Zhuge was the end of this vortex.

Puff puff puff!

All seven or eight silver sharp edges were resisted by Zhuge Xianmao, but the green vortex that was constantly twisting in front of him was almost dissipating.

Looking at the blue vortex in front of him, Zhang Heng remembered the scene when Luohe passed through the heavenly tribulation.

A lot of blood was leaking from the corners of Master Zhuge's mouth, and he looked at Zhang Heng calmly:

"Does fellow Taoist still want to fight me? If this is true, I will have to use secret techniques to improve my cultivation level to the Dan-Cultivation Stage!"

Zhang Heng was silent. This was not because he wanted to retreat in his heart.

The Zhuge Immortal Master in front of him is really not simple. He can easily improve his cultivation level by one level. He can pay a little more at the same time by following the other party's wishes.

How can there be such a terrifying technique in this world? Zhang Heng doesn’t believe it.

Even those top-level martial arts will have to pay a huge price to improve the cultivator's cultivation level by a whole level, and the Zhuge Immortal Master in front of him does not give Zhang Heng that feeling at all.

Zhang Heng even felt that the other party's cultivation level was still possible.

If you can improve your cultivation in such an unreasonable way, then Master Zhuge may have some problems with his body.

For example, the once powerful one was once sealed most of his strength for some reason. For example, this body was occupied by the soul of a high-level monk.

There are so many incredible things in the world of immortal cultivation.

"What does your relationship with the Xianruzhai in Chu State?"

Zhang Heng suddenly said this.

"you……"

Zhuge's Immortal Master's expression changed in surprise, and Zhang Heng seemed to have spoken to his heart.

"I didn't expect that Batian Sect would send people to chase Zhao State..."

A deep helplessness appeared on the face of Master Zhuge.

Batian Gate? Zhang Heng felt familiar when he heard this name.

If you remember correctly, Batian Sect is a super sect of Chu State and a super cultivation sect in the top three-star domain.

According to Zhuge Xianshi, the Chu State Xianruzhai seemed to have encountered some great danger, and his disciples were being chased by Batianmen.

"Since you are a disciple of Xianruzhai, for the sake of a friend of mine, I will spare your life for the time being. I hope you can keep your oath."

Zhang Heng smiled faintly and decided to let this person go.

"Do you know who is my senior from Xianruzhai?"

Master Zhuge suddenly felt that Zhang Heng's identity was not simple.

"Okay, I'll show you a way: you can return to Chu State now, and no one dares to hurt your disciples of Xianruzhai again."

Zhang Heng's tone was filled with mystery and confidence, which made Master Zhuge stunned.

"How do you say this..."

Master Zhuge couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, I'll know when I return to Chu..."

Zhang Heng ignored this person anymore, and controlled the spiritual weapon Yue Shang and began to wander around the palace, with his spiritual sense constantly scanning.

The confrontation and conversation with Zhuge Immortal Master made Zhang Heng spend dozens of breaths. Now it is almost impossible to easily find the escaped Tiger Immortal Master.

Just as Zhang Heng was wandering around the Qiwei Palace, a relatively familiar wave came from a distance.

Three small black dots flew towards Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng looked sideways and saw that these three people were: Ghost Master, Ghost Shadow, and Tiger Immortal Master.

"Didn't this ghost master be killed by himself last time?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but wonder.

In a short while, the ghost masters and the other two flew to less than a hundred meters away from Zhang Heng.

"Sir Zhang Xianshi, the Qiwei Palace is open to you at any time. As long as you are willing to do the royal palace, you can enjoy the glory and wealth of the world..."

At a pavilion on the ground, the Qiwei Palace was sitting on a chair, surrounded by eighteen gray-robed guards, as well as martial arts masters led by old men in civilian clothes and others.

"The glory and wealth of the world will be found in Zhang to enjoy it in the future, so there is no need for the prince to care about it."

Zhang Heng couldn't help but despise his method of using wealth and glory to seduce people. As long as he is a cultivator who is still a possible advancement, he will not be tempted by this.

"Since that's the case, I won't force it."

King Wei of Qi sighed lightly and said to the three ghost masters:

"I can't bear to kill geniuses like Zhao Xianshi, so you'd better let him go..."

The old man in a common man said anxiously: "Prince, this person must not be let go. He damaged a large area of ​​the royal palace building and killed an immortal master of the royal palace. If he is let go..."

"Shut up!" King Wei of Qi scolded: "How can I do a strange man like Master Zhang..."

"Hahaha……"

When Zhang Heng heard their dialogue, he couldn't help laughing loudly, as if he had seen the most ridiculous thing in this world. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author and support genuine reading!)
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