Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

"What Zen Master said is really strange."

"I'm not a human being, how can I still be a ghost?"

The head on Cui Heng's neck and the head in his hand spoke at the same time.

As soon as he finished saying this, the head on his neck fell off again and rolled right into his free right hand.

Then there was a pop, and another head grew out of Kong Kong's neck.

"Zen Master, didn't you want Hui Shi to cut my head off before?"

"I don't know what you want my head for, but it's not a big deal to give you one."

"Zen Master, why don't you speak? Do you still want this head?"

The three mouths on Cui Heng's three heads spoke at the same time, and the sounds overlapped, making it appear noisy and weird.

"Monster, monster, you must be a monster!" Zen Master Dekong shouted as if he was crazy, and then began to recite the Buddha's name tremblingly, "Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless..."

As an innate grandmaster, a great man who stands at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, and the abbot of a thousand-year-old sect, his knowledge is profound and his willpower is firm.

The current experience has exceeded the limit of what he can bear.

First, the body-protecting Buddha's light was crushed by an invisible giant hand, and then he was lifted into the air. This feeling of being helpless gave him a huge mental shock.

Such a powerful method was already beyond the scope of his knowledge of martial arts, making him suspect that this might be a magical power possessed by people in the divine realm.

However, even then, his psychological defense still existed.

After all, although the divine realm is powerful, it is still a human being after all. It is a level that can be understood, recognized, and even possible to reach.

But Cui Heng's next series of operations are not something that humans can do.

Can a person speak with his or her head in front of his head?

Can a person's head grow back after it falls off?

Such an extreme impact on people's outlook and cognition caused Zen Master Dekong, who was already under the pressure of a life and death crisis, to panic completely.

Reading Buddhist sutras for so many years is of no use. When encountering such a strange thing, I should still be afraid.

When Cui Heng saw Zen Master Dekong in this state, he released his restraint on him and let the old monk fall from the air with a plop.

As soon as Zen Master Dekong landed, his survival instinct made him run away.

The Xiantian Grand Master can reach more than twenty feet with one step and more than ten feet with one leap. If he does not encounter any obstacles, he can quickly escape from Juhe County.

Unfortunately, as soon as he moved his feet, he fell to the ground.

At this time, Zen Master Dekong discovered that the ground under his feet had unexpectedly turned into a handful of quicksand, or a kind of quicksand that was completely effortless, making it impossible for him to move no matter how hard he stepped.

The dignified Xiantian Grand Master was trapped in this small space.

"What kind of method is this?" Zen Master Dekong was frightened. He turned to look at Cui Heng in horror and shouted, "What exactly do you want?!"

Cui Heng ignored him, but turned his head to look at Hui Shi and asked, "This is your father-killing enemy. How do you think we should deal with it?"

"All subordinates will obey the arrangements of the county magistrate." Hui Shi said respectfully.

Cui Heng's series of operations just now scared him a lot, but he had long since determined that Cui Heng was a god, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"In that case, let's put him in death row first." The head on Cui Heng's neck nodded gently, and the head in his right hand smiled and said: "Wait until he has copied all the martial arts in Lianhua Temple, and then we will punish him. "

"Your Majesty, this guy is an innate great master. I'm afraid an ordinary cell can't hold him." Hui Shi said with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, he has no martial arts skills now." Cui Heng said with a smile from the head in his left hand.

"What?" Hui Shi was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zen Master Dekong in astonishment.

"No, where is my true energy, my innate true energy?!" Zen Master Dekong suddenly shouted in extreme horror.

Now, he has become extremely old.

Just now he looked like he was about sixty years old, with a strong spirit, but now he has become a skinny old man of eighty or ninety years old, with a stooped body and weak breath.

The martial arts of an innate great master were silently abolished like this?

Hui Shi was shocked.

The county magistrate is indeed a man among the gods!

Even the great innate master is just like an ant in front of such a being.

"Detain him." Cui Heng waved his hand.

"It's the county magistrate!" Hui Shi saluted respectfully, and then grabbed Zen Master Dekong, who had lost all his martial arts, and walked towards the death row dungeon.

Cui Heng was soon the only one left in the house.

He shook his hands gently, and the two heads he held turned into two streams of qi and blood and reintegrated into his body.

These are not illusions, but two real heads.

After the golden elixir is completed, Cui Heng's body is indestructible. As long as the golden elixir is not destroyed, he can be reborn with blood. It will be no problem to pick off a few heads.

"The cyan color that symbolizes fear has increased by six points!" Cui Heng was in a very happy mood. The emotional feedback from this innate grand master was indeed extraordinary.

It's a pity that after being scared to the point of a nervous breakdown, I couldn't provide such high feedback.

And the emotions collected from the same person become weaker and weaker.

Otherwise, you can arrest the old monk and scare him from time to time, as a continuous source of seven emotions.

Now Zen Master Dekong only has two uses for him: copying martial arts and understanding the deep situation of this world.

"According to the information Huishi provided before, there should be six or seven people at the same level as this old monk in King Yan, as well as hundreds of thousands of troops..."

Cui Heng calculated in his mind and thought to himself: "In this case, by destroying King Yan's army, I estimate that I can collect the seven emotions of all living beings eight or nine inches high. What a big harvest!

"But after this wave, it will be difficult to collect enough sentient beings and seven emotions here in Juhe County. Next..."

Thinking of this, he looked in the direction of Lu Juncheng and chuckled: "We will see what Liu Prefect does next."

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After Qian Cang left Juhe County, he beat the horse he was riding as hard as he could.

He wanted to rush back to Lujun City as quickly as possible.

It must be faster than Fang Nanzheng.

Otherwise, the wallflower named Fang would most likely give him a "good word" in front of the prefect.

It would be really unlucky if the prefect decided to do it without even having a chance to say anything.

It's a pity that he hurriedly hurriedly, but in the end he was still a step too late.

When Qian Cang rushed back to Lujun City, Fang Nanzheng was already back before him.

Moreover, as soon as he arrived at the city gate, a group of soldiers surrounded him, led by Captain Chen Tong.

"Lord Captain, this..." Qian Cang got off his horse and looked at the soldiers around him, and said with a wry smile, "What are you doing?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Tong snorted coldly, "Just follow me back to the county government office!"