The indescribable Taoist Lord

This slap was so powerful that it directly caused a Jiefang Dharma Appearance to appear from behind Ou Yanliang. This divine beast Dharma Appearance looks like a unicorn, with a single horn, three legs, a long back, and wings stretched between its ribs. It is very majestic and handsome.

It seems to represent the Supreme Lord of heaven and earth, maintaining the order of heaven, with a calm expression and cold eyes.

The Dharma Appearance at the Peak of Dongxu has been surrounded by the monk's own Taoism, and the power it carries is astonishing - if you don't see the Xuantian Bright Moon Dharma Appearance of Taiyin Star Lord, it is actually just the entanglement between the Taiyin Bright Moon Dharma Appearance and Taiyin's own Taoism. The prototype of the great road was born.

The same is true for the Yellow Heavenly Sun Dharma sign of Sun Star Lord.

At this moment's feet, there are also layers of Tao that only monks can understand, which have evolved into ladders to heaven, going straight up to the sky, as if they are reaching the heavens.

Ou Yanliang raised his greasy and fat palm, and his huge finger claws connected with his palm. The turbulence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth caused a "clicking" sound like a cracking sound to be heard in the void of Tahaotian...

Although it was just a light palm, it had already exerted all the strength of Ou Yanliang's understanding of Taoism - he was such a person, who would put a knife into people's mouths while talking and laughing.

Apart from slaughtering a bunch of great demons in Zhen'an, this was the first time that Zhang Qinghe had watched the Dongxu monks do their work at such a close distance. The astonishing power contained in the principles made his breath stagnant, and he was running Zhou Tian's spirit. His breath began to tremble a little, and his physical body was driven to collapse due to Ou Yanliang's dissipated spiritual pressure, and he could barely maintain the Tiangong breath gathering method disguised as Wang Zhixin.

Originally, after returning to Zhen'an Pass, his contempt for Dongxu had become increasingly serious. Even after plotting against Xu Nieyu, he even looked down on Hundong. However, Ou Yanliang's slap... …not only to suppress Xu Nieyu, but also to slap him awake.

Although he has some trump cards, why can he be so rampant in the Zhongtian world before he reaches a level comparable to that of an immortal?

He didn't even need to use his spiritual vision to know that the phantom of the divine beast in front of him, the so-called Jiejie, was nothing more than a demon with a hideous face, connected to a long umbilical cord of flesh and blood. Lower the Lingguan.

If the Dharma is like this, how can you imagine the things above.

The breath dissipated, but no damage was seen in the dark room. Xu Handuyu's original indescribable flesh and blood was turned into a puddle of fine rotten flesh, which kept squirming, trying to repair and regenerate...

Good guy...I'm just a good guy...

Zhang Qinghe was dumbfounded. The strong smell of fish and blood entered his sense of smell, making him sigh - it was really a meal...

"Isn't it possible that the Holy Master is in trouble? The Confucian Society has gathered Haoran Zhengqi for such an important event, but he has not come forward. Now that his 'good brother' is making such a fuss, is it possible that he can still cower?"

Ou Yanliang threw away his hand in disgust and smiled at Wang and Zeng, but what he said was extremely unpleasant.

"This...it's obviously Saint Master and Lao Xu who stayed in the dark room...why is Xu...sage."

Wang Xuan hesitated.

The mass of flesh and blood is still squirming and twisting, reshaping its body, pulling out tendrils of flesh from the pus, intertwining with each other, as if to continue to form a tangible entity.

At the same time, the horrifying roars and babbles never stopped, and they sounded a little angry, which really disturbed the bad guys' questioning.

Ou Yanliang and "Wang Zhixin" looked at each other. This fat man, like Wang Xuan and Zeng Sheng, guessed that Zhang Qinghe was the secret cooperator with Li Mo.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Easy to say."

"Wang Zhixin" gently cupped his hands, and there was a sense of awe in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he hid a hand of Xiaoyaoyou's principles and principles inside, and pressed on Xu Zhiyu.

“唳唳唴!!!”

A roar that almost shattered the soul of an ordinary low-level monk rang out, and then he slowly weakened, and the pile of rotten flesh on the ground surged violently, as if he was undergoing the most brutal torture in the world.

Darling, this is more powerful than the methods of those criminals who are full-time interrogators in the department... What is the origin of His Majesty the Holy King, the secret man pretending to be Wang Zhixin...

In the current situation, no one would regard Wang Zhixin simply as Wang Zhixin. There is no need to explain the reason why he is not weak but can resist erosion——

Don't ask, just tell me about the Li family's foreshadowing.

And this fat man is the best at feeling emotions. He can make an evil creature without emotions or even the concept of pain feel such pain. Even though he was called the Living Yama, he even took a breath.

"Okay, now we can talk..."

Fatty Ou turned around and smiled.

Xu Jianshan was about to speak, but he seemed to hear something. His expression changed, and he was silent for a while, but finally said nothing.

He was a little hesitant, looked at "Wang Zhixin" vaguely and lowered his head.

"See the mountain, where is the Holy Master...where did the Holy Master go?!"

Wang Xuan was the most concerned. He checked Xu Jianshan's body first, and then asked - he was a little afraid to hear the answer to this question. Xu Jianshan almost fell into Xu Nieyu's way. There were only two possibilities...

And no matter which one of these two possibilities it was, he didn't want to see it.

"I...I don't know..." Xu Jianshan looked at Wang Xuan blankly.

"I can't remember clearly..."

"The Holy Master wants to explain things to me..."

"But it was not only the Master who appeared, but also Xu Sheng... But Xu Sheng was clearly gone... Why, why..."

Xu Jianshan deliberately spoke vaguely, causing the three of them to frown, wondering what they were thinking about.

But at this moment, among the fourteen peaks of Taihaotian, there is a sound of bells ringing. The sound rises from the true courtyard and lasts for a long time——

It was not a ritual or music to worship heaven, but seemed to be some kind of mourning and mourning, like a literary carriage transporting the deceased saint to the heavenly capital of the gods.

Zhang Qinghe was the old god, but the other three people present changed when they heard the sound of the bell, especially Wang Sheng and Zeng Sheng. The shock and mourning in their eyes could not be suppressed for a while...

"I originally thought... there were only two possibilities, but I never thought of the third possibility..."

Wang Xuan murmured.

Zeng Sheng also numbly took out the jade order that kept flashing from his sleeve——

"Wen Zhong..."

"Sheng Zeng, you must have heard it. At noon today... the Holy Master was already in the hut on Beiyin Mountain... and was buried...

The Saint Master we saw was just a forgery by a deliberate person using the breathing method. "

"Who discovered it?" Wang Xuan attaches great importance to inheritance. When Chang'an School is facing internal and external troubles, he cannot help but be anxious.

"It can't be wrong... It was just now that I and the other sub-sages discovered the body of the Holy Master. It seemed that he was robbed by an evil thing without any precautions, and was severely injured by the principles of the "Heavenly Questionnaire"... …”

Master Wenzhong replied sadly.

""Tian Questionnaire"...that's it."

Ou Yanliang stopped smiling now. He glanced coldly at the pile of rotten meat, with a cold expression on his fat face.

Only Zhang Qinghe remained unmoved. He looked at the sincere crowd and Xu Jianshan who bowed his head in deep thought. He couldn't help but applaud in his heart——

Sure enough, he was right. It was a wonderful escape.