Through communication with Zi Ji Sanren, Zhang Heng learned about the other party’s life and sighed a lot in his heart.

Even if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage can escapade three stars, he will never escape the law of heaven and earth with a maximum life span.

Before you pass through the tribulation and become an immortal, no powerful monk can ignore it.

Zi Ji Sanren's life can be said to be full of opportunities and legends, and he is much luckier than most monks, but even so, he still falls into such a field.

Next, Zi Ji Sanren on the second floor of the ancient tower fell into silence.

Zhang Heng also thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Why do you tell me so much?"

Zi Ji Sanren smiled bitterly and said, "Because I have become your prisoner, I have to tell you this."

"Is that true?" Zhang Heng sneered, his sharp eyes shot directly at Zi Ji Sanren, "I find that you are different from other prisoners."

Speaking of this, Zhang Heng shouted to the old man surnamed Wu next to him: "Kneel down!"

“Yes, Master!”

The old man surnamed Wu immediately knelt on the second floor of the ancient tower, looking extremely respectful.

Zhang Heng looked at Ziji Sanren with a few smiles.

Zi Ji Sanren's face changed, and various complex emotions appeared on her face.

Zhang Heng was silent for a moment before saying, "After all, you were once a powerful Nascent Soul Stage who was intimidating the Three Star Domain, and I won't make things difficult for you."

"But what I want to tell you is that you can't escape from here in your life, and you can't escape from here."

After hearing Zhang Heng's words, Zi Ji Sanren's eyes showed a little surprise, as if he was a little disbelief.

"Hmph, don't say it's the soul of you, a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if the soul of an immortal enters this place, you can't escape!"

Zhang Heng's tone was filled with a strong sense of confidence.

Zi Ji Sanren couldn't help but turn his eyes to the second floor of the ancient tower. What he showed in front of him was a silver jade slip like starry sky, and the entire space was filled with an unstoppable eternal aura.

"What kind of magic weapon is this...it's even more terrifying than my disciple's soul-sending pot..."

Zi Ji Sanren was shocked, and there was still a sense of helplessness in his tone.

"Soul-Sending Pot?" Zhang Heng smiled, "It's the auxiliary magic weapon, right? I wonder what other functions does this magic weapon have besides storing souls or souls?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng did not answer his question, he asked about the function of the Soul-Sending Pot. Zi Ji Sanren did not ask, and said lightly: "In addition to storing things like souls and souls, this magic weapon also has the function of defending against soul attacks and purifying ghosts."

Zhang Heng nodded and asked again: "When your disciple Tang Fangzhou is about to die, will he hide his soul here?"

"Yes, this auxiliary magic weapon was refined by him. After his soul entered this place, he forced me to ask about the secret method of seizing the body, but I didn't tell him. And even if I told him, the chance of seizing the body was extremely low."

Ziji Sanren replied.

After asking a few more questions in a row, Zhang Heng took back his spiritual sense and said to him before leaving: "Stay here well, there should be somewhere to use you in the future."

In the future, Zhang Heng will refine a more advanced "external body" and the soul of Zi Ji Sanren will naturally come in handy.

With a sigh, Zhang Heng stared at the quiet night outside the window and thought to himself that the matter about Tang Fangzhou and the Tang family could come to an end.

When Zhang Heng thought of the Tang family and his promise to Wu Ling, he felt aroused.

It is better to handle the affairs of the Tang family thoroughly, so that you will lose one thing in the secular world in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng's thoughts moved and two silver lights flashed out of his body.

"Swish!"

Two men and women appeared beside Zhang Heng.

These two people were Kui Hong and Zi Yan who had attempted to attack Zhang Heng at the beginning.

"From today on your mission, your mission is to protect the Tang family. Without my orders, you must not leave without authorization!"

Zhang Heng's indifferent way.

“Yes, master.”

The two of them quickly agreed.

...

Here are continuous green mountains and pavilions. There are many small lakes between the green mountains. The scenery is pleasant and the spirit is everywhere. You can see traces of various birds and beasts from time to time.

This place is Qinghu Mountain within the scope of the Jade Buddha Temple in Zhao State.

Since Jade Buddha Temple is the most low-key first-class sect in the cultivation world of Zhao State, various forces within the Qinghu Mountain are also extremely complex.

In just one hundred years, four or five small sects were stationed in Qinghushan.

In recent years, an unknown small sect was born here and grew up unconsciously, becoming a new sect in the Jade Buddha Temple second only to the Random Cultivation League.

This sect is Jiyan Sect!

Jiyan Gate has risen in recent years and has become one of the largest forces in Qinghu Mountain in just a few years.

All of this is attributed to the mysterious sect leader of Jiyan Sect.

This sect leader was called "The Great Flame Demon Lord" by the monks in Qinghu Mountain.

On this day, an uninvited guest came to Jiyan Gate.

This man was wearing a black robe and was covered in a layer of black light mist, just like a demon prince from the sky.

Judging from his physical condition, this person seems to be not very old, but the terrifying aura that comes from him can make all the monks in the Kaling Stage fear it.

"Who dares to trek into the Jiyan Sect!"

The speaker is a deacon of the sect that flew over to Jiyan Sect in a hurry, and has a mid-stage foundation building practice.

In fact, after he finished saying this, his body trembled involuntarily, and his heart was extremely frightened.

The man in black robe just glanced at him and made him feel like he was trapped in an ice cellar, even his soul seemed to be imprisoned.

The black light mist around her body gradually faded, and the figure of the man in black robe began to become clear.

What appeared before my eyes was a young man with an ordinary face, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell:

"I, Yu Wuji."

After he finished speaking, an invisible black ripples dissipated in all directions.

The deacon in the Foundation Establishment Stage was the first to be hit, and his body turned into ashes in a flash.

For a time, the mountains, trees, birds and beasts, which were hundreds of meters in radius, all turned into dust.

At the same time, his voice also spread across dozens of miles, shocking the Jiyan Gate and boiling like boiling water!

"Yu Wuji? It's him!"

"Isn't he a newly rising Nascent Soul cultivator in the Three Star Domain? Why did he come to our Jiyan Gate?"

"What should we do? A cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is enough to destroy all the sects in Qinghu Mountain!"

"I heard that Yu Wuji once defeated several cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage..."

...

The entire Jiyan Gate was in panic.

"The purpose of this Lord is to challenge your sect leader, the Flame Demon Lord."

Yu Wuji said lightly, his spiritual sense also swept across a radius of more than a hundred miles, and he didn't even let it go underground.

And at this moment, a fire that soared into the sky rose from a corner, and half of the sky was dyed red by the flames.

A figure came to the opposite of Yu Wuji in the blink of an eye.

What appeared before him was a cold and red-haired boy.

A layer of flames floating around the red-haired boy. The high temperature it emits is enough to melt ordinary steel in an instant, and the fire-attribute spiritual energy between heaven and earth jumps violently.

"Hahaha, a cultivator in the middle stage of Killing Dan dares to call him Demon Lord! This Three Star Domain Cultivation Realm is really sad."

Yu Wuji let out a burst of ridicule without control.

But the Supreme Flame Demon Lord didn't move, just like a statue, with fatal murderous intent and indifference in his eyes!

At the same time, the dark red flames suddenly jumped on his body actually made Yu Wuji feel a sense of crisis.

"Come on the list, maybe today is your death."

Yu Wuji couldn't help but be happy that he could meet such an opponent.

Before this, he challenged several monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but he easily defeated them.

He never chooses an opponent based on his cultivation, but depends on his true strength and potential.

"I, Zhao Rui..."

The fiery red hair of the Demon Lord of the Fire Demon is floating, revealing a few traces of loneliness and killing. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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