Think about it.

Zhang Heng waved his hand, and hundreds of yellow scarf warriors were transformed from the fallen leaves on the ground, and he ordered: "Let everyone be buried in peace."

Tap tap tap...

The yellow scarf warrior took the order and left.

Zhang Heng's eyes were empty, and he began to trace the evil with the power of time.

He cannot save people, and his use of time has not reached the point of bringing him back to life.

Moreover, under the true realm, reincarnation is a natural reincarnation, and the underworld is not responsible for it.

Once these people die, they will probably go straight into reincarnation.

Apart from revenge, Zhang Heng couldn't think of what else he could do.

"caravan."

"There is a caravan of monks hiding."

Zhang Heng's eyes quickly regained clarity.

When he looked back in time, he saw caravans killing people and monks searching for souls.

These people seem to be looking for something else.

He couldn't find it, so he massacred the whole village out of anger.

"Sixty miles away, there is a small village."

"A day or two ago, the whole village was massacred. Was it you who did it?"

After burying many villagers.

Zhang Heng took a step and was sixty miles away in the next second.

This is a mountain forest and a temporary camp for bandits.

When Zhang Heng arrived here.

They were drinking and eating meat, bullying several women they had snatched, and had no idea that they were in danger.

"Who are you..."

A caravan member was about to speak.

A gust of wind blew by, and the head fell to the ground.

Everyone else was dumbfounded when they saw it, including the monk who pretended to be calm and hid among the caravans.

"Where else do you want to go?"

In times of chaos.

I don’t know who shouted to run quickly.

Dozens of people rushed outside one after another.

It's a pity that there are not only dozens of them, but hundreds or thousands.

The people on the left and right are just ordinary people, but they still want Zhang Heng to make a second move.

Woo woo woo...

Another gust of wind.

It really blows people's minds.

The only one who didn't die was the monk hiding in the crowd.

"Still still?"

Zhang Heng looked at this person with his eyes.

Seeing his gaze, the mustachioed monk felt as if he was struck by lightning, and hurriedly shouted: "Sir, please spare my life, I am an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect, you can't kill me."

"Turn around and just use it as a wind cap."

"You are so cowardly, how can you imitate others and fool around."

The corners of Zhang Heng's mouth turned up slightly.

The next second.

A breeze blew by.

A thud.
Chapter completed!