Panguan

Chapter 293

That was the first time he really felt fear and powerlessness.

He thought of a word - backlash.

His body is full of evil spirits, which cannot be controlled by high or low cultivation, strong or weak.

Even the more powerful it is, the more things it melts and the more it carries, the more terrifying the backlash will be.

This is God's punishment.

Zhang Dai was always thankful that the cage he was in that day was not very big, nor did he enter the cage alone, and an unsuspecting companion helped him. Otherwise, he might really have died there, and he had fulfilled the sentence of God's punishment: he would die badly, and there would be no place to bury him.

The person who helped him at that critical moment was surnamed Luo, from Yunfu, and also an outsider at the foot of Songyun Mountain, ordinary and unknown. After uncaging, he didn't ask for anything, and left after saying hello.

In terms of strength alone, this inconspicuous lineage should have disappeared long ago. However, after thousands of years, it became one of the big families of judges, and the Zhang family's help was indispensable.

So people later said that Zhang Dai, the ancestor of the Zhang family, knew how to repay his kindness and was very kind. Even the members of the Luo family think so, and are often deeply moved by it.

Today, they can be considered to have a glimpse of the truth of the year.

Zhang Dai disappeared for a few days after he was released from the cage, without a trace. No one knows where he went or what he did.

It wasn't until this moment that he grasped the gate of life when he was heard that he squeezed out a sentence from his bloody throat: "I... I went to that mountain depression."

He sneaked to the col again, and tried his best to break through the mist and approach the center.

As he wished, there is no dust, only an empty house and a quiet lake.

It was extremely cold in the mountains that day, and a thin layer of ice formed on the lake. A few water birds landed lightly on the ice, making a very light cracking sound.

At first glance, the lake is nothing more than ordinary. But he knew that Chen Dao had set up a formation here.

He didn't know what kind of formation it was, but it was nothing more than promoting self-cultivation, gaining strength and so on, maybe the half-immortal body came from here.

So he jumped into the middle of the lake.

The mountains and lakes in that season should be freezing cold, but Zhang Dai occasionally recalled that scene, never remembering how cold the water was, how painful his body was, only remembering the ecstasy at that moment——

The magic circle revolved loudly, and the black mist that wrapped him in the cage, which he couldn't digest and couldn't bear, was washed into the lake along with his scourge.

The black mist is like a gigantic snake with countless heads and necks, and the mark of scourge is the pale gold lines wrapped around the snake's body, densely intertwined, describing it as terrifying.

As soon as they hit the bottom of the formation, they went crazy, desperately drilling towards the center of the formation.

That was just a moment.

In an instant, the lake turned into a sea of ​​fog and became pitch black. In an instant, half of the mark of divine punishment on his body faded away.

At that time, Zhang Dai was so ecstatic that he wished he could peel off the remaining marks and throw them directly into the lake.

But the next moment he changed his face.

When the scourge of God was on him, every night a hundred ghosts devoured his heart, disturbing his restlessness. Now that the scourge was washed into the lake by him, how could he settle down.

Thousands of ghosts cried in unison in an instant, and the tits were frightened. Thousands of tits were crushed in darkness, and they dispersed in an instant.

The few waterfowl resting by the lake just flapped their wings when they were engulfed in the black mist, shriveled and withered in an instant.

Zhang Dai didn't care about washing away the remaining scourge, so he struggled to get out of the lake.

The scourge of heaven kept churning, and the black mist was like a huge wave of waves, rushing out from the mountain depression.

Zhang Dai almost rolled down the mountain. He stood up and turned around, and saw the black all over the mountains, with floating pale golden marks rushing in all directions, towards the mountain road, post station, village and gatehouse...

Countless people in those places were ignorant of the impending calamity.

He might be in big trouble, Zhang Dai thought.

But the black mist was behind him, he only had time to take a quick look at those places, and then he opened a gate and escaped.

It was You hour of that day, the dusk was heavy, and the monk from some mountain temple had just struck the bell for the first time.

Chen Wuhuo is untying a big cage somewhere thousands of miles away.

When the bell sounded indistinctly, the void in the cage was about to disperse, and the countless mortal relationships were all absorbed by him.

He was about to cultivate, when he saw the golden-winged roc folded its wings and landed on the ground, and handed over the paper Zhang just received: "It was sent by the big and small."

Before Chen could unfold the folded paper, he saw mountains and trees were drawn with a few strokes on the paper, and he also tapped two connected ink blobs, one big and one small.

Lao Mao stretched out his head to look but couldn't understand it, he pointed to Motuan and asked, "What charade are you two girls playing?"

"Can't see?" Chen Dalai closed the paper and smiled, "There is a snowman growing on the tree."

"Ah?" Lao Mao blinked his dark bean eyes, and immediately said "oh" again——

It was time to go to Songyun Mountain.

"Then let's..." Lao Mao asked.

Chen Dao glanced at the black mist wrapped around his fingers, and said, "I've given these away, and I'll go back to the mountain first."

He put the returned note out, and left a joke for Xiaozhao, saying: Coax him to make me a pot of tea, you two look a little bit, after all, there is a pile of snow, don't melt it.

This place is in the south, and Songyun Mountain is in the north, separated by more than three thousand li.

Ordinary people have to walk for a long time even with a car and a horse, but for them, it is very fast, just opening a gate. Departing at the time of You, you can reach the top of the mountain in at most three minutes, just enough to make a pot of tea.

This was a very common moment in decades, but Lao Mao's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he was inexplicably flustered.

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