The indescribable Taoist Lord

Zhang Qinghe stared at the two people in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy.

The tall figure wearing a red uniform with unicorn patterns even made him suspiciously put his soul into the mysterious bag and count the items inside.

When his soul touched the god's mask with ferocious fangs and angry eyes, Zhang Qinghe let out a long breath——

The mask is not lost, it should just be a memory of the past.

Apparently, the tall figure in red robe and No. 1 Scholar's uniform in front of him should be Lord Wude Xing, who was still a generation before Xiao Wu.

He tentatively probed with his long sword, and sure enough, the two figures, one large and one small, were nothing more than phantoms.

The martial virtues of the previous generations in the Heavenly Palace have also been here?

Zhang Qinghe remembered Li Tuizhi’s words——

"The ancestors set a ban, and no one without Taoism can enter."

Besides, the era of Takeru, the previous generation, was more than a hundred years ago, so why did he look at the Demon Suppressing King and say those words just now?

Zhang Qinghe's thoughts were so confused that he had to calm down and read on.

However, to his surprise, the young child holding a long sword next to Wude Xingjun also raised the red-faced fairy boy-like spirit official mask and asked Wude Xingjun doubtfully——

"Sir, what did you say you were sorry for?"

The voice was very clean and pure, only mixed with doubts, making it look childish and cute.

Zhang Qinghe can be sure that even if the mask of the immortal god in the heavenly palace can hide his figure, this little child will never be too old.

Nothing but intuition.

"It's obviously empty here, so what's there to regret?"

Wude Xingjun seemed to be in a daze for a while, and then he was pulled back to reality by the red-faced fairy boy.

On the contrary, Zhang Qinghe took a few steps back, with a look of surprise on his face, and tightened his grip on the Iron Sword.

If he felt correctly, Lord Wudexing was clearly staring in the direction where he was standing!

That look clearly fell on him, making his hair stand on end.

It was as if, as if he could see Zhang Qinghe and examine Zhang Qinghe.

It's just a shadow of the past, it's just an illusion, it's just an illusion. The Demon Suppressing King said that the state of time and space in the secret realm is very subtle, and the images of the past, except those that he has tampered with, will be clearly repeated.

Zhang Qinghe kept convincing himself, suppressing some strange feeling in his heart and turning his body sideways——

However, Wude Xingjun still stared ahead, as if there was something there.

Zhang Qinghe finally felt relieved when he saw Wude Xingjun acting like this.

It turned out that he just happened to be blocking Wu De's line of sight. He gently moved his body and looked behind Wu De's eyes——

But there was nothing there.

Zhang Qinghe was a little puzzled and couldn't understand Wude Xingjun's behavior.

Apparently Zhang Qinghe was not the only one who was confused. Beside Wude, that childish hand kept tugging on Wude Xingjun's generous patch, trying to remind him to come back to his senses.

"Sir...sir..."

"Ah, sorry, holding the sword."

It turned out to be a widely circulated martial arts god in Zhongtian folk, a sword-wielding spiritual official.

However, her temperament was so cute that Zhang Qinghe didn't recognize her for a while.

Wude Xingjun gently rubbed the doubtful little head of the sword-wielding officer and pulled him closer to his side.

"What were you thinking about just now, sir?"

"Oh, you!" Wude Xingjun shook his head helplessly.

"A very regrettable thing happened in this place."

"Here? But why don't I feel the flow of the energy of heaven and earth... Is it possible that I haven't mastered my Wangqi yet?"

Wude Xingjun stopped the sword-wielding spiritual officer's doubtful questions and raised his finger.

"Shh...not until then, not now."

"What is less than... um..." Tong'er, who was holding the sword, was thinking of asking for more information, but half of his mask was lifted, a piece of candy was stuffed into his mouth, and it stuck to his lips and teeth, so he could only hesitate and hesitate. Come down.

"There are so many questions. Eat your sweets. Didn't you ask us why we came here?

I have been thinking about it for a while, and I will tell you now. "

Wude Xingjun gave the sword-wielding spirit officer a bang.

"What's going on..." This silly kid cooperated very well...

The red-faced fairy boy holding the sword struggled to open his mouth in the sticky candy. Zhang Qinghe felt that the glowing candy was outrageous.

But the next moment, he felt that he was no less surprised than the fairy boy who was called "Holding the Sword".

Under the complicated expressions of the two people in different time and space, Wude Xingjun took out a bronze coffin wrapped in layers of cold iron chains from his sleeve. The cold iron chains were engraved with Taoist texts word for word, and the spiritual charm circulated, gathering and dispersing. There was a sense of chaos and surliness among them, but there were golden divine chains firmly tied to Dao Wen, forcing them to work.

It is strikingly the same method as in Prince Yin's rune notes.

The bronze coffin fell heavily to the ground, causing cracks to appear on the bluestone slab.

Zhang Qinghe observed that the ice cracks were generally traces. After hundreds of years, they became more and more obvious.

but……

What the hell! This method of manipulating Daowen is really only available to everyone! Zhang Qinghe was dumbfounded. It was created by Prince Yin as promised!

Zhang Qinghe also saw traces of two different runic restrictions in the souls of Li Ping'an and Li Tuizhi.

It was the one Zhang Buqi gave to Li Tuizhi.

He didn't even dare to think about what the thing that gathered the power of these two talisman formations and tightly sealed in the coffin was.

To meet the conditions of these two talisman formation restrictions, first of all, it must be transformed into a monster, and secondly, it must be broken into pieces and unable to be repaired. If one of the two is missing, both restrictions will not be used.

He relied on Daowen to catch some clues and continued to read silently.

"I came here mainly for my teacher."

"Sir's teacher?" the sword-wielding spiritual officer repeated.

"Well, Emperor Dongtian has the deepest knowledge in the talisman formation, and in his cave, the divine chain of order blocks the avenues of evil demons. Forcing them to be driven by him is equivalent to creating an invulnerable inner body of evil creatures. A dyed little world.

There is something wrong with the teacher's physical body. We are about to travel far, so it is most appropriate to place us here. "

"What kind of person is your teacher...?"

The sword-wielding spiritual officer asked curiously and ignorantly.

Wude Xingjun's tall and broad figure took a few steps and did not directly answer the sword-wielding spiritual officer's question. He just took advantage of the opportunity and rubbed the little boy, making him a little angry.

"Absolutely the same as me."

Just as the sword-wielding spirit officer was about to resist a little bit, Wude suddenly squatted down.

"Hold the sword and discuss something with you."

The child was a little stunned.

"What's the matter?"

"I want you to take off the mask."

Wude Xingjun took advantage of the situation to uncover the mask of the sword-wielding spirit officer, but was silently dodged by the sword-wielding spirit officer.

"I don't want it, sir, why do you suddenly want to do such a thing!"

"Be good, be obedient..."