Volume 1 Chapter 1561 Imprisoned

Chapter 1561: Imprisoned

When the old madman released the bag, God's Heart had already noticed it and had time to escape. But the problem was that there was Zhang Pai behind him. If Zhang Ao wanted to escape the attack of the bag in a short period of time, God's Heart could only choose to hit Zhang Ao hard and knock Zhang Ao away. But he didn't dare to do that. Time was urgent, and that collision would definitely require a lot of force. He didn't know if Zhang would be seriously injured or even killed by his collision. God's Heart didn't dare to take risks and could only watch helplessly as the bag trapped Zhang Pao in it.

This moment was too short. It was just the moment when darkness appeared. A cloth bag appeared in the darkness, covering Zhang Wei. When the cloth bag disappeared, the darkness also disappeared. In such a short period of time, the Heart of God did not even have time to use its spiritual wisdom to inform Zhang Ai that he was in danger. What's more, even if it was informed, Zhang Ai would not have the speed to escape from Budai's attack.

It was also because the time was too short, and the Heart of God had no time to release its power, allowing the powerful force to form a human form to rescue Zhang Wei. At this moment, the Heart of God hated itself. Why couldn't it turn into a human form? In that case, there is no need to exert external force, and one can hold Zhang Wen and escape the bag attack based on body reaction.

Therefore, the Heart of God could obviously escape the old madman's bag attack, but it did not escape. It stuck tightly to Zhang Wei's body and was trapped by the bag along with him. God's heart has only one thought: no matter where he goes, no matter what happens, he must do his best to protect him and never let him get hurt.

One person and one iron were taken away by the cloth bag. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly light appeared in front of their eyes. They appeared in a garden, and the big cloth bag disappeared out of thin air.

Zhang Ain looked up and saw a pavilion opposite. In the pavilion sat an old madman with white clothes and white hair, looking at him with that disgusting smile. Zhang Awe curled his lips and put away the cloud shield outside his body and the Tiantangsi in his palm. Now that he has been caught, there is no use for shielding or not. And looking at the old lunatic's appearance, one could imagine that his ending would not be better, so there was no need to talk properly. He turned around to see where he was.

This garden is beautiful, with all kinds of flowers in full bloom, red, white, blue and purple, all blooming and beautiful. From far to near, it seems a little messy like natural growth, but if you look closely, you will find that every flower and every color is perfectly matched together, from the position to the spacing, to the color to the fragrance, the flowers and The flowers are well arranged and complement each other. In this garden, no flower is the most beautiful, no flower is the most cared for, everyone is the same, blooming in different places, you set off my beauty, and I set off your enchantment, they are like a flower. The extremely beautiful combination makes every flower look beautiful without appearing obtrusive. Countless flowers work together to make this garden incredibly beautiful.

On the beautiful flowers, hummingbirds occasionally fly, and more colorful butterflies linger among the flowers and leaves, making the beauty even more beautiful and colorful. Every little life is full of spirituality like an elf, cute, flashing, and dancing beautifully. When many elves come together, it is the most beautiful dance in the world, making the whole garden come alive, full of vitality, and full of energy. Fantasy is a magical place.

In the midst of this most beautiful scenery, the old madman's voice sounded appropriately: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Frankly speaking, the old madman is very good-looking and graceful, with a nice voice and a gentle smile. But when these things come together, especially the so-called gentle smile, Zhang is afraid that he will feel very uncomfortable. I wanted to jump over and give him a big slap in the face and ask him what was so funny about him.

When he heard that annoying man talking, Zhang Ping didn't reply at all. Instead, he turned around and walked along the path among the flowers, watching leisurely as he walked, with the Heart of God following closely beside him, protecting him every step of the way.

The old madman's voice sounded again. It was very clear and floated in the garden, drifting into Zhang Ping's ears. The old madman said: "If you like it, I'll give it to you." His tone was very casual, as if he was not talking about the place of the gods at his feet. Rather, it is like some particularly worthless wood and stones.

Zhang was still silent and walked slowly along the path. He was thinking about how this guy would deal with him. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt that it was superfluous. Now he has the upper hand. It is the old madman who makes the decision. He can just do whatever he wants. , Zhang was afraid that he could only accept it passively. So I threw away this idea and concentrated on looking at the scenery.

The old madman said a few words, and watched the Heart of God flying around after Zhang Wen, and he was extremely happy. This is a treasure. It can move freely and have its own thinking. It is such a good thing. You must get it!

So he thought for a while and said: "The big man must not have told you who I am. Let me introduce you. This is the divine world. Except for the bottom layer of earth, there are a total of thirty-three layers of heaven next to the sacred mountain. Each layer of heaven There is a so-called number one expert, that is, the God of that level of heaven. I am the God of the 33rd level of heaven, that is, the number one expert of the 33rd level of heaven, and also the number one in the entire God Realm. Even the masters and big men are no match for me.”

The content of these words was astonishing, and the voice was also very nice. It should have shocked Zhang Awei a lot, but unfortunately he was the only one talking to himself, and Zhang Awei didn't answer at all, so the shock was much smaller. After hearing this, Zhang Weijing stopped, turned around, tilted his head and looked at the old madman, looked at the old madman for a while and asked: "In the God Realm, are you the best at fighting? Is there any other master besides you?"

The old madman smiled and replied: "That's not to say. There are always some experts with unique personalities who are unwilling to fight with others, and do not climb the sacred mountain. They stay quietly on the mainland below. Maybe they are very powerful."

After hearing this, Zhang Ain nodded and said, "In other words, I am now on the 33rd level of heaven?"

The old madman said that with the intention of being modest, but he didn't expect that Zhang Afraid would not support him at all, pretending not to hear, and only asked questions that he cared about. At that moment, he shook his head and smiled and said: "You are interesting. Yes, this is the thirty-third heaven. If you want to stay, you can stay. This garden is also yours. Not only the garden, as long as you want anything, as long as it is Whatever I have, I will promise you, and at the same time, I will let you have the strength of a thirty-three-day master in the shortest possible time.”

After Zhang Wen heard this, he also smiled softly and asked again: "Can he be as powerful as you?"

The old madman was stunned, shook his head and said: "No." He thought to himself: Why is this kid talking and doing so crazy? Don't follow my words at all, just talk and ask random questions.

Zhang Pingcai didn't care what he was thinking. After hearing the answer, he curled his lips and said: "If I can't be as powerful as you, what can I do even if I become a thirty-three-day master? I won't be bullied by you?"

The old madman listened with amusement and asked: "Have you been with the big man for a long time that you can talk like this?"

Since you like to talk nonsense, I will talk nonsense to you. The old madman was secretly prepared to talk nonsense with Zhang Awei, but he didn't expect that Zhang Awei stopped talking just after asking, turned around, and continued Walk leisurely.

The old madman was a little helpless, wondering if this guy could be any more abnormal? His body moved immediately, and he appeared next to Zhang Ai a moment later.

After passing by, he was about to speak when he noticed that a five-meter-high and wide black iron block suddenly appeared beside him, sandwiching the two of them, separating the old madman by more than five meters.

The old madman shook his head helplessly and chuckled, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Interesting, really interesting." Now he was already annoyed. He was the number one master in the God Realm, and he only wanted to get a piece of God's Heart, but he was repeatedly humiliated by this bastard boy in front of him, and even the broken piece of iron turned against him. His patience was exhausted, and he didn't want to drag on like this anymore. He stopped immediately and said in a cold voice: "Ask me again, what will it take for you to help me refine the weapon?"

"Help you refine weapons?" Zhang Ping looked back at him with a smile and asked softly: "I just help you refine weapons, you don't want the heart of God."

This guy is asking questions knowingly and without the heart of God. Why did he arrest you? The old madman smiled softly and said casually: "In that case, you can live here for a while and come back to see you in a few years."

After finishing speaking, before Zhang Zhi had time to react, the Heart of God suddenly crashed into the old madman. The old madman wanted to use a spell, but the fluctuation in his energy was easily sensed by the Heart of God. He was worried that it would be detrimental to Zhang Wei, so he took action first.

The old madman chuckled and slapped him with his backhand. He was really powerful. He stopped the Heart of God's attack with just one slap. The big iron block was knocked down for a moment. He was about to continue the attack, but realized something was wrong and quickly retreated to Zhang Ai's side.

As soon as he retreated, the old madman chanted a spell casually. Zhang Weizhi only felt that his eyes went dark, and he was in darkness. I quickly scanned the surroundings with my spiritual thoughts and found that it was a closed space, with a length, width and height of a hundred meters each. I didn't know what kind of material it was made of. It seemed to be like a dungeon. Then a ball of illuminating light was condensed to illuminate it, and he raised his eyes to look around him.

There is nothing in this space. It is cleaner than the ghost lands and demonic realms I have been to. Those places at least had ghosts, winds, will-o'-wisps and other crappy things. There is no air, water or dust in this space. There was only Zhang Ping and a big piece of black iron.

Several huge lighting balls were condensed and thrown throughout the dungeon, illuminating the place brightly. After carefully looking around, he saw that there was nothing there. He casually sat down on the ground and thought to himself, this was like being locked up.

Zhang was afraid to sit still, but God's heart was indifferent. His world had always been like this, and it was the same everywhere. As long as Zhang was there, he didn't care where he stayed. In this way, one person and one piece of iron is equivalent to sitting in jail.

After about two hours, this space remained silent. If the old madman didn't appear again, he didn't know if he was monitoring this place. Zhang was afraid of waiting for a moment, and with a thought, he urged the ground to perform magic, hoping to see if he could escape.

It's a pity that it can't be done. There are the same smooth walls up and down, left and right. I don't know what they are. In short, they are not earth and stone. His earth magic is useless. I stood up and walked to one wall, raised my hand and patted it a few times, and it felt solid. He put more force on his hand and slapped it a few more times, but the wall did not change. The force he used was not enough to destroy the wall. So I continued to press harder and continued to beat.

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