The indescribable Taoist Lord

"You were right again this time."

Guo Sicheng looked at the astonishing Shou Yongzi in the field, and said to Wenchang Xingjun, who was fiddling with pen and ink and just interjecting a few words.

"I can't calculate it accurately."

Wenchang Xingjun responded casually.

This is not the first time that Zhang Qinghe and Taiyin were dumbfounded. They really didn't take a great sage who descended into the human world as a Taoist fruit!

"Boy, is this really okay?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I told you before that when we reach His level, the consequences of our actions are all predetermined. Whether we will live or die in the next moment has already been determined.

Moreover, this old deformed child's cultivation, whether in the past, present or future, has been refined into the mysterious micro-seal of Fang Bei Tian. At the moment, he is just barely able to activate the remnants scattered over the years. "

"Besides, he is careful even if it is a scrap, for fear of destroying this excellent sustenance."

Guo Sicheng added.

"Don't worry, even if we want to break Li Shaobai's body, this old scholar will not let us break him."

"Ah... what should we do?" Zhang Qinghe recalled the face of the man in the bronze coffin, and suddenly felt a little tricky.

"Today I will teach you the second principle of surviving in Zhongtian——"

Wenchang Xingjun finally no longer held his own Jianhao with both hands, but spread out his pure and innocent palms. The Jade Bone Jianhao exuding mystery and grace quietly hovered three inches above the palm. A faint spiritual light spreads.

Zhang Qinghe knew that this was definitely not a serious principle, but it must be very important, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"Then to deal with immortals, you have to deal with immortals."

After Wenchang finished speaking, he summoned the Taiyin in the jade slip -

"Taiyin, I'll remove half of the chains tied to the jade slips. Can you please release the things in Niwan Palace?"

"Fortune teller, are you crazy?" Taiyin Star Lord seemed to have heard something incredible.

"Last time, your pen was less than half breathed, but it almost destroyed most of the sky you occupied."

Taiyin Xingjun remembered the tragic situation of fighting with Wenchang Xingjun Yu Xiaochitian after losing his mind that day.

"It doesn't matter, it won't be used like that today. Besides, this person next to me is Daowen's ancestor. Even if you let them all out, they can still be brought back to you."

This white-clothed fairy's clothes are rising in the wind, and he is holding his natal object in one hand, as if he is holding a treasure. He is very graceful.

Naturally, Zhang Qinghe was a little bit amused by what he saw - everyone was wearing masks, why should I be so powerful and you so gorgeous?

After Lord Wenchang Xing said this, without even seeking the consent of Lord Taiyin, countless heaven-locking chains poured out from the jade slips, and then were cut into half.

"Wude..."

Zhang Qinghe reacted.

"ah?"

"Take out the token and stir it up a little, and interesting things will happen."

Zhang Qinghe couldn't help but swallowed when he thought of the crazy woman who was attracted by his Wude Xingjun token that day.

I believe you as a ghost...

However, now he had to succumb to Wenchang Xingjun's bad taste, and took out the iron order with the auspicious clouds of the fairy palace, birds and animals, and the inscription "Wude Xingjun" written on it, and used it to induce him a little.

Taiyin Star Lord's mind was already in a state of confusion, and he sacrificed his own rationality to suppress it. Most of it collapsed as soon as this aura came.

The layers of cracks on the jade slip began to crumble, as if something else was hitting the space inside crazily, making a permeating "bang bang" and a hysterical, weird roar.

Zhang Qing seemed to see from the jade slip that everything was being manipulated from beginning to end, saw the irresistible power of infection, and felt the obscure aura coming from higher up in the sky——

This is the power that Taiyin Star Lord has no control over.

"Taiyin... what on earth are you trying to keep locked up on weekdays? Why do I think it's more troublesome than Beiyin Mountain?!"

For a moment, Zhang Qinghe felt that his inner lake was being turned upside down by a bloody devil's claw. The order and concepts in his mind were facing the most primitive reorganization - how the Great Dao Tianyin operated, how Xiaoyaoyou carried it, all seemed to be destroyed. Reaching a certain limit.

This has never happened under Guo Sicheng's protection.

"Then... you have to... take enough trouble to solve the current trouble."

Wenchang Xingjun was still in the mood to joke, but he began to tremble when he spoke - the bones in his hand and the penholder spread out strands of blood, and then sporadic flesh and blood began to grow, slowly Breathing rhythmically.

And the tiny brush hairs are growing crazily, spreading fat throughout the entire void. This fatness is not only intuitive, but also in space.

Each brush stroke is a gigantic tentacle, which suddenly sprouts out of the tiny pen holder in an incomprehensible form, sniffing for something in the void.

The bottom of this void was originally occupied by Xuanwei Seal, but now the top is filled with Wenchang's "brush strokes".

Zhang Qinghe had begun to lose control of his physical body, shrinking and retching. He even forced himself to turn off his spiritual vision, but the fear in his heart did not weaken at all.

That seed seemed to occupy the source of literature, similar to the destiny and heaven, and derived from the huge source of all intellectual concepts. He was too familiar with it - it was in Shou Yongzi, Xu Huaijin and Xu Nieyu.

As expected, he immediately saw Shou Yongzi using his Taoist magical power to confront Guo Sicheng. Seeing this earth-shaking change, he felt that the endless tentacles filling the sky were extremely angry, as if he had lost some treasure. The complex emotions, fear, confusion, doubt, and anger on his face made his body tremble.

He took off his Dao Fruit Technique, turned around and was about to run away, but was firmly stopped by the Immortal Forbidden City set by Guo Sicheng.

"Wenchang Xingjun! Your pen is Wenchang Xingjun's branch... Your pen is Wenchang Xingjun's branch. This is impossible! How could Wenchang Xingjun's branch appear in Zhongtian! This is impossible! "

The Wenchang that Shou Yongzi was talking about was naturally not the Wenchang in front of him, and Zhang Qinghe understood immediately.

"vomit……"

As he listened to these words, his mind became even more confused by the complex flow of information, but the only rationality left in his mind was thinking about how rare and strange it was—his sword was even inlaid with Zhongtian’s eyeballs!

But good guys, Tiangong is really... each one is more troublesome than the last.

"Wenchang is coming, Wenchang is coming... I have to run, I have to run... I have to run, I have to run, I have to run..."

Shou Yongzi seemed to have a nervous breakdown for a moment. The master in white covered his handsome face, and the remaining humanity that had been extracted from the "Beiyin Mountain" began to gradually mix into the strange message flow...

Originally, he could relax for a while, but Zhang Qinghe's previous interruption caused the hidden danger of alienation in his soul, which was not pure.

The tentacles all over the sky seemed to be looking for something, tightly wrapped around the big seal formed by the Yinshan Mountain on the back, and they were angry to no avail.

Until Shou Yongzi's humanity showed holes, his charm was leaked, and his endless flesh and blood suddenly stopped...