The indescribable Taoist Lord

After the dozens of Dao Wen that had been ordered to be poured into Zhang Qinghe's Meijian Niwan Palace built the Divine Chain of Order in Zhang Qinghe's soul, he shrank back, like a young daughter-in-law who had just come to the door.

The anger that Zhang Qinghe has been holding back has been put to good use. He doesn't care about those timid Dao Wen. He is trapped by the divine chain of order and wants to pull a few of them over at once to push the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows. The somewhat tight passage connecting the soul was filled to the brim.

"Come here!"

His teeth were slightly loosened, and the Taoist inheritance, which was originally difficult for him to bear, no longer posed a threat now that he had made a breakthrough in cultivation.

Previously, because of Zhang Qinghe's physique and the affinity of the Dao, and because these Dao texts themselves originated from immortals and gods, his physique was extremely attractive to these keys that represented the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But now, Zhang Qinghe used his soul to evolve the Heaven-Chaining Chain. From the trembling little white rabbit, he transformed into a big bad wolf that wanted to hunt and devour them. Who can withstand this!

Zhang Qinghe was also surprised. A large part of the inheritance he had received previously was about the inheritance method of the Sky Chain. He was originally curious about how the thing that represented a certain order was practiced, but after accepting the previous inheritance , he separated his energy with difficulty and thought about it - isn't this so-called sky-locking chain the method of manipulating the soul!

He's good at it! Isn’t this a perfect match for the Xingxu God Cultivation Method?

He had already figured out in Chang'an that Prince Yin used to be a big shot in the Heavenly Palace. Now that he saw the core of his Divine Chain of Order, and combined with the words that Mr. Sun Xing accidentally revealed, he was already sure in his heart that Prince Yin was very important. Maybe it's the so-called "Emperor of the East" in Taiyang's mouth!

"There are really people everywhere in this Tiangong..."

Zhang Qinghe leisurely imprinted a few more Taoist texts into his soul and spirit. Because he was used to these slight pains, or maybe because the carrying capacity of his soul had increased significantly, he was able to think about these insignificant things in detail.

"However, this organization is so loose. It is neither similar to a sect nor an aristocratic family. There are various factions in it. I don't know what their purpose is and who created it..."

The movements between Zhang Qing and Ziyu became faster and faster, and between the words, several more Taoist texts were imprinted into his mind.

"If Prince Yin Li Chengtian is the Emperor of Dongtian as I speculated, then he already belongs to the first rank in the Heavenly Palace. After all, even if you can take the magic card of Emperor Xingjun casually, smart people have to weigh themselves. Does it deserve the name?

And Li Chengtian’s Taoist inheritance came from that mysterious “teacher”. Now it seems that this divine chain of order is also inextricably linked to the small method of cultivating the gods...

So even if this teacher is not the founder of Tiangong, he is still an existence in Tiangong who deserves the title of one of the three great lords, and he is probably closely related to the founder of Tiangong. "

Zhang Qinghe did not stop the divine chain's capture of Daowen. He took all of Prince Yin's brains and turned them into his own. As for whether he could digest them, that would be a matter later. After all, even if the demon-suppressing king Li Tuizhi , even now he may not dare to say that he has integrated most of the things of his ancestors.

Zhang Qinghe was originally worried about borrowing too much from the path of his predecessors, but Zhang Qinghe dispelled his worries when the first Taoist inscription was branded.

It was as if he had figured it out by himself, and the fit was better than he expected. Although it lacked self-polishing, it was just a matter of time and effort.

"From this point of view, Zhang Buqi is also a member of the Tiangong, otherwise it would be impossible to have this chain. There are only two sources of the chain known today, one is from Prince Yin, and the other is Prince Yin's master.

And... under that martial virtue robe, there is probably a Zhang Buqi face, who knows how to lock the sky chain, and is from Tiangong. He happened to appear in Zhen'an hundreds of years ago. If it is someone else, the whole country I can't think of anything more coincidental than this..."

Zhang Qinghe's face was complicated. In his impression, his late father, who was rich and handsome, and seemed to embody the righteousness of heaven and earth, had now become a chess player who was guiding him step by step.

Regardless of whether Zhang Buqi knows that he is no longer the original Zhang Qinghe, but just talk about the step-by-step guidance since he entered Chang'an School...

He seemed to have made some kind of deal with Wenchang Xingjun, deliberately guiding himself to the position of Wude Xingjun.

Does Ning also want me to take over Ning's offer?

Zhang Qinghe just felt tired. None of these people seemed to have any ill intentions now, but not to mention Li Tuizhi, Li Shaobai, Li Mo or this Zhang Buqi who appeared now, they all seemed to want to stuff him with so many things at once, which made him Very awkward.

He shook his head, no longer caring about this, but concentrated on holding his breath——

Just because in the void, only the last Taoist text was quietly flickering, and it was firmly locked by the divine chain of order stretched out from Zhang Qinghe's forehead. No matter how he changed his state between reality and reality, there was no way to escape.

Zhang Qinghe solemnly placed the Daoist inscription on his forehead, and then decisively handed it into the Niwan Palace, where it was deeply imprinted on the soul.

For a moment, those Dao texts in Zhang Qinghe's Niwan Palace seemed to have re-evolved into the universe he had seen before. With his soul as the center, it carried more than 3,000 unrestrained Dao principles and quietly circulated. Although it is illusory, it is like a repeating small celestial being.

"This is actually a formation..."

Zhang Qinghe sank into his mind, observed carefully for a while, felt the astonishing power inside, and came to this conclusion.

"These three thousand words of Taoist texts actually form an exquisite and subtle formation, and with the help of this small formation..."

Zhang Qinghe's face turned a little livid.

"You obviously got a huge advantage, why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

Li Tuizhi was currently on the city wall of Zhen'an, preparing intensively for battle. He knew exactly what kind of existence was coming, but he was not sure whether the city gate, which was as high as a mountain, and the vast formation, which was as vast as the stars, could stop it. Him, but he didn't want to go back, and he couldn't go back.

Li Tuizhi's word "retreat" always means "retreat" from the enemy, rather than turning back.

Naturally, he could easily feel that Zhang Qinghe had taken something. His usually solemn expression softened slightly, and his eyes suddenly became sharper when he looked into Shiwandashan. It was a sign that the major issues on his mind were resolved and he had no worries. .

Like father, like son. When he was young, he was also a desperate gambler, but now he has won half of his bet.

"That's fine. It's my biggest regret that I didn't nail this reptile like you ten years ago."

With the blood halberd in his hand, the eyes of this overlord of the border are stained with blood...

But he no longer paid attention to Zhang Qinghe's tinkering in the secret realm...