The indescribable Taoist Lord

Zhang Qinghe slid down the statue in the portal. Unlike Taiyin Xingjun who led him to forcefully break into the inner organs of the secret realm held by the sun, he took the "regular" route this time.

This evil thing's tunnel has been fully developed, and it's quite loose!

Zhang Qinghe was led by Daowen and marveled at the scarred interior of the evil thing.

After seeing it a lot, I actually got used to such a strange aesthetic.

If Zhang Qinghe only had a cursory glance before, now he truly realized how capable Prince Yin was from a thousand years ago.

Not only was Daowen being restrained and smashed against the constantly regenerating flesh and blood tissue, causing pus and blood to fly everywhere, but the places where his tongue and teeth were pulled out were also covered with this faint layer of inspiration, as if Prince Yin was born naturally. With the power to stop the proliferation of flesh and blood of these evil things.

Just as he was trembling, his feet finally touched the ground.

Yes, that's right, on the ground.

There was no proliferating flesh and blood tissue, no sticky and disgusting tentacles, no crazy and weird chanting sounds. Wherever he could see with his eyes open to spiritual vision, except for those stars on the sky that were constantly breaking away and appearing as if they were there. There are no other abnormalities in the teachings of living creatures.

The secret realm, which is as wide as a small world, is paved with bluestone slabs that are the same as those in Zhen'an City. It seems that some kind of Taoist text has been used to solidify it, and there is a sparkling light between Zhang Qing and Stepping.

If he hadn't been able to slightly feel the "soil" embedded in the stone slabs under his feet shaking with discomfort and exuding bursts of softness, he would really have thought that he was entering a real immortal. The paradise of heaven and earth.

"Prince Yin... this is a complete transformation of the inner space of this holy evil creature..."

Zhang Qinghe carefully observed everything around him. The hidden aura of the iron sword disappeared, and the aura of a superior person spread, overriding the chaotic and surly feeling in this secret realm.

I haven't used it for many days, but with the growth of Qinghe's soul, it has improved a little bit again, moving closer from the level of Lingbao to Daobao.

Daowen, who acted as a star, seemed to sense something, and since then he shivered and resonated, the golden divine chain also trembled slightly.

The entire Daowen that was used as a starry sky seemed to be dimmed a bit, but the brilliance of the iron sword was still prominent, like the center of the universe.

Zhang Qinghe didn't expect such a big reaction. He took a closer look at the iron sword with his spiritual vision, and found that the penetrating eye in the middle was still as gray as stone, with no abnormality, and spread like cracks. The meridians are just rhythmically and slowly surging like a deep sleep.

Relax.

"The inheritance is in the southeast, the bones are in the southwest..."

Zhang Qinghe silently calculated the position given by Li Tuizhi, and decided to get Prince Yin's talisman array inheritance first.

He was about to turn off his spiritual vision when he suddenly saw something and broke into a cold sweat. He moved with a graceful and graceful step. He held the iron sword in his hand and was about to slash it out.

It was a young figure as skinny as a corpse, and the broad brocade robe was out of place for him.

With a pale face, dull pupils, and a hunched body that didn't look like a living person, he came closer to him little by little.

"Ling Lingling..."

Behind Zhang Qinghe, a ringing sound with a strange rhythm sounded, pulling the slowly hunched figure to speed up the pace.

Zhang Qing and Bin Tiejian clenched their hands tightly, their palms sweating...

"There is no breath..." He sensed it for a while and found nothing unusual.

He knew what was in front of him, but he didn't dare to gamble.

Tian Hua turned Zhang Qinghe's body into a chilling sword light and slashed out at an incredible angle.

Sure enough, as expected, there was no physical impact.

The corpse-like child seemed to have penetrated Zhang Qinghe's body like a spiritual substance. He was not affected by the sword light at all and walked towards the source of the ringing sound.

Sure enough, as Li Tuizhi explained, due to the deliberate actions of Prince Yin for some purpose in the secret realm, the boundaries of time and space are not clear. The illusions left over from what happened ten years ago will soon disappear. Do it again.

Of course, it was the version that Li Pingan saw that had been tampered with by Li Tuizhi.

"But this old prince doesn't know that we have spiritual vision...were we not able to see the truth casually back then?"

Moreover, he also understood the worries of the Demon Suppressing King. He was not afraid that knowing about that past would trigger some kind of mysterious power, just like the weird truth and truth brought about by the secrets of Beiyin Mountain.

But he has Dao Tianyin.

Zhang Qinghe stared at the door he had just entered, and sure enough, a young Li Ping'an, dressed in a purple jacket and decorated with pink and jade carvings, walked in with a confused look on his face.

Wait... Zhang Qinghe compared the skeletons of the two.

Although the flesh and blood of the corpse-like figure has almost been attached to the bones, like some dry firewood, it can still be clearly seen that the bone age of the corpse-like figure is obviously slightly younger...

"Ping An is actually the eldest son..."

Zhang Qinghe calmed down. He originally planned to get the inheritance and deal with the current affairs here, but now that he bumped into it, he took advantage of the convenience to find out.

The space here is so unpredictable, I don’t know how many years will it be next time I encounter this photo!

He followed Li Pingan's figure, one behind the other, towards the southeast corner of the secret realm.

There, he vaguely felt a familiar atmosphere.

Endless Taoist scriptures are locked up, forming thousands of dense formations, connected by the divine chain of order, leading to the purest avenue of heaven and earth that does not pass through the gods and gods.

He had seen this thing two days ago——

This is clearly a formation restriction used by Zhang Buqijiao and Li Tuizhi to save their lives.

Li Tuizhi was sitting in the middle, with the divine chains of order locked into his Niwan Palace one by one. It seemed that he had reached the final stage of incorporating this talisman array into his body. He was completely focused on it and did not notice it for the time being. Someone comes.

But this was just the truth of the year in the spiritual vision. Li Tuizhi used his methods to change the superficial illusion beyond recognition.

"This evil man, the old prince, has done so thoroughly."

Zhang Qinghe understood the key and sighed with pity——

He turned off his spiritual vision, and there was a formation exuding an ominous aura, which was in natural opposition to the orthodox avenue of immortals and gods between heaven and earth.

And sitting in the middle was a figure, a figure that was difficult to describe in words, grotesque, sinister, and terrifying. Needless to say, his face looked like that of a demon-suppressing king.

He took a few steps forward gently, held his son's head, and condensed streams of essence and blood out of his son's five orifices. He then grinned weirdly to the base of his ears, revealing a mouth full of fangs, and poked out It forked out its whisker-like tongue and began to suck intoxicatingly.

Zhang Qinghe saw half of the situation in front of him, which was like a purgatory on earth.

Li Tuizhi used his methods to change the whole story... it was really thorough...