The indescribable Taoist Lord

As Zhang Qinghe's eyes moved upward into the bronze coffin, he saw that although the man looked pale, he still had a vaguely handsome face, and he silently took a few steps back in surprise.

For a moment, he didn't dare to look directly at the copper coffin, as if he was running away from something.

"Why...why would it be him? No, it couldn't be him. He couldn't have appeared at that time. How could he have appeared at that time..."

Zhang Qinghe muttered silently, as if he was in a daze. The cold body in the coffin challenged his cognition and made him doubt his own judgment again.

He spent a lot of time calming down, overturning his previous thoughts and making new speculations.

He finally plucked up the courage again and silently looked into the coffin. He endured the discomfort in his heart and continued to carefully observe the body in the bronze coffin.

It's a corpse... Actually, that's not necessarily true. It's better to say it's a corpse - except for the parts above the shoulders, the rest of it is really scary.

These unrecognizable body parts all showed extreme alienation. The hands, feet, and limbs became limp, and the body also showed some kind of distortion, as if it was being blended into a strange shape by some secret force, especially the lower half. Part is the most, as if the alienation spreads from bottom to top, until it reaches above the shoulders, and then stops abruptly——

Just because a sharp sword mark started from the man's left shoulder and spread to the right side of his body, this trend was stopped. Zhang Qinghe silently felt the remnant of the sword intent that was enough to make ghosts and immortals tremble. The eye sockets were inexplicably red.

He can be sure that this sword light is the most stunning sword he has seen until he came to Zhongtian. Taiyin's sword cannot compare, and the sun's sword cannot be compared. Just talking about the purity of this sword, it is beyond compare. Definitely, the murderous intention bred in it was beyond what Zhang Qinghe could have imagined... The ultimate in swordsmanship...

That unique temperament, neither evil nor filthy, and casual, made him extremely familiar.

This is a kind of power that arises purely from the soul, and even the three deities cannot stop it from bursting out.

Although this body is an ordinary body, I draw my sword and point it at the sky to make the immortals and gods retreat!

Zhang Qinghe stared at the sword mark for a long time, his eyes moistened, and finally looked away.

The body after the alienation had astonishing vitality. Although the lower body had been twisted into strange shapes and distorted into indescribable geometry and was firmly separated by this sword mark, the tentacles and flesh sprouts growing on his body were still there. While twitching from time to time, the sword mark that cut off the body was like a chasm, enveloping extremely sublime avenues and restraining their convergence.

He stood in front of the blood-stained white clothes for a long time before finally clenching the iron sword in his hand.

Although the face of the owner in the coffin is pale, he seems to be asleep, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, lying quietly. This peaceful appearance is in sharp contrast to the twisted flesh and blood below the sword mark.

Although Zhang Qinghe still felt strange, he had some guesses in his mind. As for whether it was what he thought in his heart, he could only go back to Chang'an and wait until a big show started to verify it.

He only felt that it was extremely absurd in his heart, but he seemed to have to be sure of his own thoughts.

"But whether it's something that...should be dealt with or not, I will deal with it one by one without any discussion."

He seemed to vaguely know who made that sword mark, and why.

"You suffered."

Zhang Qinghe had no psychological burden. He silently untied the dark iron chains that had originally locked the bronze coffin, but now tended to be dim, and the sound of "sounding" resounded in the silent and uninhabited secret realm.

He accidentally glanced at the neat breaks on the black iron chain, and wondered what kind of magic weapon could be used to cut off this specially processed secret treasure.

At least he just tried it with the iron sword. The current iron sword could not even leave scratches on it.

"Wude Xingjun placed the coffin here for the purpose of suppressing it. However, now that the chains have been cut open, the soul of the person inside...has disappeared, leaving only an empty shell of an alienated body..."

Zhang Qinghe frowned...

"Where did the soul go?"

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. However, in his opinion, after getting rid of the previous shock and panic, the road ahead seemed a little clearer... Even when facing this man's body, He no longer saw it as absurd.

Although the chains were cut open, they were still functional. As the chains were torn apart by Zhang Qinghe, the distorted flesh and blood in the coffin twisted faster and faster.

Zhang Qinghe gently took out the part above the sword mark, slapped away the flesh and blood with a few palms, and activated the Taoist text in his soul, condensing a line of fire in the void, slowly burning the still normal head. Make ashes.

It was just an empty shell that had lost its soul, but it burned quickly. Zhang Qinghe watched the familiar handsome face disappear into the air, drifting into dust with aura.

He solemnly took out a jade altar from his mysterious pouch and put the bone powder into the altar.

When Li Tuizhi asked him to collect the bones, he prepared a few more jars... Unexpectedly, he actually used them now.

"Go well...no, maybe we can see you again."

Zhang Qinghe lowered his head, his expression unreadable, but there was some lingering murderous intent around him, as if this incident had brought out the pent-up anger in his heart.

The iron sword in his hand early in the morning lifted the bronze coffin into the air. The remaining mass of flesh and blood inside fell to the ground made of black iron, making a dull sound, but it began to grow and became inexplicably active - —

The black iron chains have long been of little use, and the locks on the bronze coffin are no longer there. As for the formation restrictions set by the hidden prince in the secret realm...

"withdraw!"

As Zhang Qinghe drank, the stars and the universe around his soul circulated, Daowen rearranged themselves, and a vacuum zone was cleared between him and this mass of flesh and blood that was not restricted and suppressed.

The mass of flesh and blood with only instincts left seemed to have been liberated from any restrictions in an instant. It twisted and multiplied spontaneously, folded and distorted into a complete geometry that ordinary people could not understand, with chaos, erosion and a power close to the origin of civilization...

Although there was only an empty shell of the physical body left, the pressure comparable to the Third Realm of Middle School also spread suddenly...

As this thing took shape, the killing intent of the sword in Zhang Qinghe's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate through the layers of time.

He didn't feel any panic at all, not because of the abundant talismans and precious medicines in his mysterious bag, nor because he could strangle someone with just a thought by re-closing the ban in the secret realm, but because——

"Sir, Qinghe will give you a ride!"