"What the Zen master said is really strange."

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

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

And as soon as he finished speaking, the head on his neck fell off again, and it just rolled into his empty right hand.

Immediately after hearing a pop, a head grew out of Kong Kong's neck again.

"Zen master, didn't you want Hui Shi to cut my head?"

"Although I don't know what you want my head to do, it's no big deal to give you one."

"Zen master, why don't you talk? Do you still want this head?"

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

"Monster, monster, you must be a monster!" Zen Master Dekong shouted like crazy, and then began to shiver and recite the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha bless, Buddha bless..."

As a congenital great master, a great figure standing at the peak of martial arts, and an abbot of a thousand-year-old faction, his knowledge can be said to be broad and his will can be said to be unsteady.

The current experience has exceeded the limit he can bear.

First, he was crushed by the invisible giant hand, and then he was lifted into the air. This feeling of being unable to resist brought him a great spiritual shock.

Such a powerful method had already exceeded his knowledge of martial arts, which made him suspect that it was a supernatural ability possessed by people in the realm of gods.

However, even at that time, his psychological defense line still existed.

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

But Cui Heng's next series of operations is not something that people can do.

Can a man speak with his head up?

After a person's head falls off, how many more can they grow back?

Such a thing that has an extreme impact on people's three views and cognition completely panicked Zen Master Dekong, who was already under the pressure of a life-and-death crisis.

It is useless to read Buddhist scriptures for so many years. If you really encounter such a strange thing, you should be afraid.

Seeing that Zen Master Dekong was already like this, Cui Heng let go of his imprisonment 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 Grand Master Xiantian can take more than twenty feet in one step, and jump more than ten feet in one leap. If he does not encounter any obstacles, he will soon be able to escape from Juhe County.

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

At this time, Zen Master Dekong realized that the ground under his feet unexpectedly became a handful of quicksand, or a kind of quicksand that was completely ineffective, making him unable to move an inch no matter how much he walked.

The great congenital grandmaster was thus trapped in this space.

"What is this method?" Chan Master Dekong was frightened, turned his head 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's enemy, what do you think should be done?"

"Every subordinate obeys the arrangement of the county magistrate." Huishi said respectfully.

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

"If that's the case, put him in the death row first." Cui Heng nodded lightly, and the one in his right hand smiled and said, "Wait until he transcribes all the martial arts of Lotus Temple, and then do it. "

"Xianzun, this fellow is a congenital great master. I'm afraid he can't be kept in an ordinary cell." Huishi said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay, he has no martial arts anymore." Cui Heng said with a smile with the head in his left hand.

"What?" Huishi was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Zen Master Dekong with a stunned expression.

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

Now, his whole person has become extremely old.

He looked like he was about sixty years old just now, with a strong spirit, but now he has become a thin old man in his eighties or nineties, with a hunched body and a weak breath.

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

Hui Shi was shocked.

Lord Xianzun deserves to be a person among the gods!

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

"Put it down." Cui Heng waved his hand.

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

Soon only Cui Heng was left in the house.

He shook his hands slightly, and the two heads he was holding turned into two strands of qi and blood and reintegrated into his body.

This is not an illusion, but two real heads.

After the golden elixir was completed, Cui Heng's body was not damaged. As long as the golden elixir was not destroyed, he could be reborn from a drop of blood, and it would not be a problem to take off a few heads.

"The cyan color that symbolizes fear has risen by six points!" Cui Heng was very happy, and the emotional feedback of this great innate master was really unusual.

It's a pity that after being so frightened that he had a nervous breakdown, he couldn't provide such a high level of feedback.

And the emotions collected from the same person will become weaker and weaker~www.novelmt.com~ Otherwise, the old monk can be caught and frightened from time to time as a continuous source of seven emotions.

Now, Zen Master Dekong only has two uses for him to copy martial arts and to understand the deep situation of this world.

"According to the information provided by Hui Shi, there should be six or seven people on the same level as this old monk at King Yan, and there are hundreds of thousands of troops..."

Cui Heng calculated in his heart, and secretly said: "In this case, I estimate that this wave of eliminating King Yan's army, I can collect the seven emotions of sentient beings eight or nine inches high, a big harvest!

"However, after this wave, it is difficult for Juhe County to collect enough sentient beings and seven emotions. Next..."

Thinking of this, he looked at the direction of Lu Juncheng and said with a chuckle, "Then we will see what this Prefect Liu does."

……

After Qian Cang left Juhe County, he desperately beat the horse he was riding.

He wanted to rush back to Lu County City as quickly as possible.

Must be faster than Fang Nanzheng.

Otherwise, there is a very high chance that the surnamed Fang Qiaocao will give himself a good word in front of the prefect.

It would be unfortunate if the prefect did the job without even having a chance to speak.

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

When Qian Cang rushed back to Lu Juncheng, Fang Nanzheng was already one step closer to him.

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

"Mr. Duwei, this..." Qian Cang got off his horse wisely, looked at the soldiers around him, and said with a wry smile, "What is this for?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Tong snorted coldly, "Just go back to the yamen of the county government with me!"

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