The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Ah, this wave, this wave is secret terror welfare."

After seeing the other party's background, Zhang Qinghe made a tough joke to soothe his mood, so as to restrain himself from digging into the hole and burying his thoughts.

——The flesh and blood on his body has begun to crack. Countless eyes seem to be opening on his face, and billions of heads are struggling to escape from his torso.

He was covered in blood again.

This is the first time I have seen the true face of these ghosts...

Normally, according to his Congxin temperament, he would not dare to glance at the sky.

Zhang Qinghe endured the collapse of his sanity and dealt with the severe pain all over his body.

Reciting the Great Heavenly Sound given by the Patriarch:

Turning a blind eye to it is called barbarian;

Hearing but not hearing is called Xi;

If you can't fight, it's called Wei.

These three cannot lead to cross-examination, so they are mixed into one. There is no anger above it, and there is no ignorance below it. The ropes are nameless and return to nothingness...

The effect of Dao Tianyin is very significant.

As he took deep breaths, Zhang Qinghe's alien features gradually dissipated. Before he could relax, his mind felt painful again, and a vague strange feeling came from between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, Zhang Qinghe's forehead veins popped out, and he had the illusion that his blood was flowing backwards.

He touched it lightly with his hand, and a vicious howl came out. Come on, there's a weird thing growing on your forehead. This is the last counterattack of alienated spirituality.

If he had a bronze mirror, he could see that the eyes between his eyebrows were covered with bloodshot eyes. The whites of the eyes were more than ten times larger than the black eyes, and he was peeping around at the surrounding environment. It protrudes at an incomprehensible angle, rotates in a straight circle, and turns out large whites of its eyes, as if to observe the owner of this body.

Creepy.

Zhang Qinghe didn't care about this. He continued to recite the heavenly sound of the great road that sounded in the lake of his heart. The eyes between his eyebrows finally closed, and finally turned into a faint red mark.

"How could it be suppressed so easily?" Zhang Qinghe was a little confused.

Although the indescribable dragon-robed emperor he saw was just a projection left in the eyeballs of the sword body, the original figure was still high in the sky and had never cast a glance at him, but he could be regarded as indirectly seeing his true appearance, but he was completely There is not one ten thousandth of the pain when being watched by the three deities.

You know, he hasn't even seen the faces of the three deities.

Zhang Qinghe could only attribute it to the magic of Dao Tianyin, and did not think about anything else.

However, out of his sight, the black gold divine tablet of Lord Wude Xing in his arms exuded a warm light, as if covering his spirituality with a layer of soft gauze...

Although he almost lost half his life, he finally achieved his goal of placing his soul in this sword.

However, the eyes on the sword are related to the God of Zhongtian...

Zhang Qinghe rubbed the red mark on his forehead and couldn't help but feel a headache.

Not only is it related, it might be an eyeball on that head. How did such a foul thing end up in the world?

If he thought correctly, the indelible red mark on his head was the mark given to him out of instinct by God Zhongtian. This thing was a time bomb.

It means that the relationship is finally settled and he will be remembered.

Although Zhang Qing and Youdao Tianyin are able to conceal their existence and stay hidden, who can guarantee that he will not confront anything related to the God of Zhongtian in this life?

But if there are too many lice, I don’t mind itching.

Hey, I saw red again tonight.

After three days in Tahotian, Zhang Qinghe was exhausted both physically and mentally after having so much fun on two nights.

But at this moment, he was so eager to test the method of protecting the Tao that he couldn't care about anything else and kept his spirits up.

He put his two fingers together and made a sword point. With just a slight move, the iron sword sent a wave of response and arrived in front of him.

Zhang Qinghe had the illusion of being in harmony with the sword, as if the sword had his own inner eye, and he could see the world from the perspective of the sword.

"The Little Method of Raising Utensils in the Stars" is just an introduction, but it makes people and objects have an incomprehensible close connection, which is difficult to achieve with the usual methods of raising utensils and controlling objects.

Not to mention that this weapon is still a "living" rare treasure.

With Zhang Qinghe's current mastery of this iron sword, it would be no problem even if it restrains its characteristics and disguises itself as an ordinary spiritual weapon.

The next step is to slowly use the power of the stars to temper the physical body and natal objects in order to achieve self-sublimation.

The third step is to study the offensive techniques that come with the law.

Zhang Qinghe feels that this method is not so much a superior way to protect the mysterious realm, but rather a path of cultivation that is completely different from that of the orthodox monks. It is just the powerful fighting ability created by this path that makes It joins the ranks of protectors.

He really got a bargain.

He is a big-hearted person. Thinking of this, the lingering fear of being infected just now was swept away, and he planned to see the power of this Dao-protecting technique.

After all, it is still the youthful nature that is causing trouble.

But I have to say, as a time traveler, who doesn’t have feelings for a sword fairy?

He walked outside the courtyard, flicked his right hand, and the iron sword seemed to be an extension of his arm. It flew ten feet accurately, turned into a clear light in the distant jungle, and neatly chopped off more than a dozen branches growing on the ground. The tentacles on the trees were clawing and clawing, and they penetrated the thickest evil tree in the middle.

The tree that was about as thick as two people surrounded it had humanoid faces and horribly deformed tumors, which turned into ashes before the pus from the wounds could flow out.

The castration force of the sword was still unabated, and it pierced the green rock that was bonded with flesh and blood, causing it to contract in pain, and the few tendrils of flesh on the ground began to twist wildly.

Burn marks also began to appear on the stone.

This characteristic of the exotic treasure is very strange, but when you consider that it originates from those high-level beings and has a natural oppressive force on the twisted inferior spirituality of these things, it barely makes sense.

Zhang Qinghe made a move and the sword returned to his hand.

"The power is quite good. In the realm of Daoji, I can only control objects for the time being, but it is not much different from the sword control."

Zhang Qinghe was confident that when he met Xiao Wu again, he didn't dare to take action with all his strength. Xiao Wu could no longer do anything to him in a short period of time.

"but……"

Zhang Qinghe walked forward and looked at the remaining ash on the trees with confusion.

"Is this the effect of the exotic treasure killing the alienated creatures...turning the spirit and the body into fly ash..."

Zhang Qinghe frowned. This feature was too obvious, and given that the monks in this world had more or less distorted and alienated spirituality, a fight would easily cause risks.

"Then what if..."

He restrained the aura of the exotic treasure and turned off his spiritual vision. What appeared in front of his eyes was nothing more than a peaceful pine forest and dianthus under the wispy clouds and bright moon. What was hovering in front of him was nothing more than an ordinary spiritual sword.

He pointed again.

The long sword turned into a stream of light and moved quickly, entering more than a dozen trees. Then it stopped suddenly as he made a hand, and the sword returned to his hand.

Apart from an inconspicuous deep mark in the middle, the trees had no other changes, and there was no tendency to turn into ashes.

After trying out a few superficial fighting techniques on Gongjue, Zhang Qinghe nodded with satisfaction. He put away the sword and returned to the courtyard, then closed the courtyard door neatly.

He took a long breath, remembering the powerlessness he felt when facing the three gods and the Zhongtian God, and looked at the quiet and bright sky in Chang'an School at this moment.

He clenched his fists, his mentality changed, and he chanted softly——

"The evil emperor is sitting in the jade tower. When will the purgatory end? One day, he suddenly raises his head when he succeeds. He dares to teach the gods to bow their heads..."

But after only being stunned for a while, he shook his head hard again.

Be sober, don’t dare to expand this kind of world, don’t dare to expand...

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