The indescribable Taoist Lord

"How did they stop the momentum?"

Everyone looked at the city gate, and the excitement and excitement above them dissipated a little as the blood-clothed army slowly returned. At this moment, everyone had a doubt in their eyes, that is, these soldiers originally wanted to go to the Blackwater River to kill monsters. Saint left, but now it seems a bit louder than thunder and light raindrops.

Until they turned around, the mighty army gathered in the center. In front of them was the Northern Wilderness King whose blood armor was nourished by the blood of demons. The young man who had lost his cultivation and looked depressed could no longer be called He is a saint, but he was pulled back to the mortal world as he was. Although he is still admired by everyone, in terms of strength alone, he is no longer worthy of that young Taoist.

However, his demeanor remained the same, and no one lost his awe in his eyes.

The young man's face was pale and his lips were dry. He looked as if his soul had been greatly damaged, but his eyes were still bright.

Yan Xi took out his black coat and tied it slowly on Zhang Qinghe, covering his somewhat torn student Qingyi. It was not stained with mottled demon blood, but there were many traces of calamity ashes.

This was a great victory that exceeded the expectations of the monks, and it was also a war that ended in a way they could not have expected.

However, this is enough to make people's hearts beat. In Zhen'an's thousands of years of entanglement and battles with the demon clan, there has rarely been such a great victory. This is a battle that can be recorded in the history of the imperial court.

Zhang Qinghe is the protagonist of this period of history, and he can leave a profound mark in the entire Zhongtian world.

The surviving demon hunters, blood-coated sergeants, and geniuses all felt excited. They became participants and witnesses of a history.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Some people looked feverishly at the sickly figure in the plain rainbow, some crawled out from the pile of monster corpses, and bowed to the young man at the center of the mighty army with grateful expressions on their faces, some showed awe on their faces, and some were trembling. .

Some people are laughing, some are crying——

The one who laughs is that the eternal regret will end in the snow, and the rest of the life will be left behind.

What I cry about is that my comrades are gone and old friends cannot return.

There are many kinds of people in Zhen'an City. Although there are no monks, under the great disaster, monks are no different from ordinary people.

There is a common mood and emotion in the world. You feel depressed when you see injustice, you feel joyful when you see happiness, you feel sad when you see flowers falling, you are happy when you see fruits. These are the people. They regard these precious things as if they are nothing, and they only think they are pretentious and condescending things. Son, that is losing humanity.

Zhang Qing tensed Xuan Hui's shoulders. The warmth coming from the Hengchun Array inside even made him want to be greedy and ignore this good thing. In fact, his consumption was not as big as imagined, and he was just trying to maintain it. It's just a pale expression - this is considered to be in line with common sense.

The warm current after swallowing the precious medicine constantly repaired the momentum of his falling soul, and because of Wang Zhixin's actions, he no longer had the huge pressure and sequelae of the first time he asked the gods.

"How's it going?"

Li Tuizhi asked with concern.

He was actually injured, but the expression of this feudal overlord was as threatening as usual. He was still the pole in the Northern Wilderness that represented the Immortal Tang Dynasty, the sun and moon battle flag that seemed to never fall.

The two principals of Zhen'an City, an old man and a young man, are all acting. A vigorous and powerful boy tries his best to play himself as sickly and frail, and a desolate overhaul tries his best to play himself as calm as possible.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Qinghe is fine."

Zhang Qinghe's dry lips looked a little weak, but there was no sign of weakness in his eye contact with Li Tuizhi, only concerned inquiries.

Instead, are you concerned about me?

The Demon Suppressing King suddenly laughed a little in his heart. This little boy is very clever. He may not be as exhausted as he seems. Let's see what he is going to do.

Zhang Qinghe is naturally concerned about Li Tuizhi. If Li Tuizhi doesn't live for too long, he is afraid that he will be forced to stay in Zhen'an City and will never be able to walk again. Although it is safer than Chang'an School, this bright boundary is not It is used to shoot cold arrows at people. Didn't you see that even Li Tuizhi in the Hundong realm was hit before?

And he had learned a lesson, not to mention Li Tuizhi, even if the spirit essence of this group of blood-clothed army major cultivators were to mess with him, everything would turn into trouble.

Li Tuizhi had to understand what he meant, otherwise he would cry.

Li Tuizhi gave him a reassuring look, indicating that he was fine for the time being. And because he knew a little bit about Zhang Qinghe's condition, he stopped a group of Daxiu who wanted to examine his body with concern.

This includes strict cleansing.

The young man in blood-coated army was confused at first, but then he recalled Zhang Qinghe's consistent style, and his brows inexplicably lifted and relaxed.

Zhang Qinghe, however, was not at ease with Li Tuizhi. He turned on his spiritual vision and carefully observed the dilapidated formation. After looking at it for a long time, he came to the conclusion that it could still last ten years.

Even Li Tuizhi, a human king, was a little frightened by his weird eyes.

He looked away and gently signaled to Yan Xi. Yan Xi immediately understood what Li Tuizhi meant and began to give instructions for the aftermath——

"After returning to the city, we will temporarily restrain the monks until they take the oath of passage, and then release them one by one, including our own brothers. No one is allowed to be let go.

Zhang Shaolang has returned to Yuan Dynasty. Once the truth of today’s incident is leaked, you all know the consequences..."

At this time, not only the major cultivators, but also Hu Zi and Guo Sicheng looked at the cultivators at the city gate with fierce expressions on their faces.

Nielong Xuanyu is not dead yet!

Zhang Qinghe is now Zhen'an City's life-saving treasure. Whoever dares to push this treasure to the surface when it shouldn't have surfaced will cost the lives of their blood-coated army and the life of Zhen'an City!

Fortunately, the Great Sage of the Monster Clan had previously blocked the secrets around Shiwanda Mountain, and Li Tuizhi did not ask for help from the outside, otherwise it would probably not end well now.

"I've informed Xiao Xuantian that with three sticks of incense, the clan's holy realm will come over." Li Tuizhi said lightly.

But the people at the gate of the city only saw the sudden surge in the momentum of the countless blood-armored sergeants, and the momentum of returning to the city suddenly became fierce, and they were a little confused.

"Your Majesty, this humble position..."

At this moment, a medium-sized blood-coated sergeant among the school captains came out. He had a resolute and regular appearance. He seemed to be about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by Zhang Qinghe.

"I am very familiar with this captain. I wonder if General Yan can introduce him to me?"

Guo Sicheng looked anxious, as if he wanted to continue saying something.

"Humble job..."

Yan Xi was quite surprised, but with Li Tuizhi's acquiescence, he allowed Zhang Qinghe to interrupt and began to introduce Guo Sicheng.

"This is Captain Guo..."