The indescribable Taoist Lord

The sword light is neither arrogant nor does it produce all kinds of strange phenomena, but it carries a moving and decisive sword light, as if it wants to cut off the sky and force the emptiness into even more emptiness.

Zhang Qinghe has seen Li Shaobai's sword in the past - endless green lotus companions between heaven and earth. Each lotus platform is woven by its own sword intention. It contains uninhibited freehand brushwork and gentle killing intent, just like in the lower courtyard. The peach blossoms in full bloom are like the Cangjiang River descending from the capital city, like a roc spreading its wings, or a saint drinking alone under the moon.

He once used the sword in the jade card to mess up the plans of the Five Plague Star Lords. Li Shaobai once relied on the sword in his words to carefully wash away the hostility from his body after returning from Lantian.

But at this moment, the sword in Li Shaobai's hand was different.

If we talk about the path before transformation, the master in white could only be regarded as a carefree and romantic wanderer, but now, he has become an unparalleled seeker in the world.

This word "immortal" has nothing to do with the immortals and gods in Lingguan Tian and Xingchen Tian. Li Shaobai's green lotus sword is pointing at the mountain and next to this person.

“There is beauty in the human body, and there is beauty in the sidewalk.

The beautiful gentleman holds the child, and the child holds a green lotus at an angle.

Green lotus never shines in the cold light, turning upside down in the dust.

The child was so annoyed that he pointed at the three-foot sword with a smile.

The boy asked: This sword is crude and has many gaps, so what is there about it?

The gentleman laughed loudly when he heard the words, pointed at the capital of heaven, and looked at the East China Sea with his eyebrows lowered.

Lancang of the East China Sea plays the harp and harp, and he stirs the strings with his singing——

There is no way that the gods are in the mysterious sky, and there is no way that the ancient immortals are hidden in the abyss.

One sword cuts oneself, one sword reaches the chasm of the sky, but that sword is still at the top.

This sword can reach a height of tens of thousands of feet, and can kill two heavens at a time! "

Wenchang Xingjun carefully picked up his own penis and inserted it tremblingly into his waist. His hand seemed to be shaking. However, on this occasion, he glanced at Wude Xingjun beside him, his eyes were deep and he didn't know. I was thinking about something, so I slowly sang a child's play.

His lyrics are actually very strange. They don't bring out the characters. They seem to be just memories and narrations. And because they are in a world like the void outside the sky, he sings carefully, as if he is telling a story about something. The story, as the information flow dispersed throughout the space, lingered within the restrictions set by Guo Sicheng, making Zhang Qinghe frown a few times.

As Wenchang's lyrics spread, a delicate crack glowing with green color spread from Li Shaobai's heart lake. The sound was very small, so small that it seemed that it was not the source of the sword light that was intended to cut through the sky just now. .

But everyone present knew that...the thick silence accompanying the decisive slashing sword intention revealed a fact that no one could ignore -

Shou Yongzi, who had already attained the Taoist Fruit, had already fallen into silence with this sword, and was killed in the void outside the sky together with Li Shaobai's half body. Although there was a foreshadowing, but for an immortal From God's perspective, it seems a bit hasty...

The brilliance was great, and the death aura was even worse. Zhang Qinghe could only see that under the dense pile of deformities, there was a clear boundary separated by a sword mark, as if blocking the years, cutting out the separation between human and "god".

The handsome wife and the ferocious monster were just integrated into one body. The half of Li Shaobai's body that looked relatively intact trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes - it was no longer the calm calm, nor the time. accumulation.

Li Shaobai is back, at the last moment when this body is already a candle...

He should have died long ago, but here is the void where time and space have been lost, and the exchange of messages is still preserved.

With that sword that stunned the world, and with his indifference towards life and death, he returned from the lake of his heart and deceived a Tao Fruit Immortal Lord.

"You boy are so... so troublesome."

The body of the Great Sage at the peak of his powers was already a person transcending Zhongtian. If it weren't for the self-inflicted Dao wounds on his body, he would have healed instantly.

Zhang Qinghe looked at Li Shaobai's ghostly appearance, and his nose felt a little sour in a daze - the gentleman in white would have to continue to suffer after all.

"First...teacher..."

Zhang Qinghe groaned, even though it was not the first time he saw it, and he allowed Li Shaobai to be kidnapped and went up the mountain, no matter how many times he saw it, he still couldn't bear to see it.

"You, you, you want me to be in the same situation as a candle in the wind, so you are willing to call me that?

You... come here. "

Li Shaobai endured the pain and laughed and cursed - after all, only half of his body and soul were left, and they were split open by his own sword.

"It's not his fault. If it weren't for his awkward temper, how could Shou Yongzi believe that we didn't want to save you?"

Wenchang Xingjun was quite emotional when he heard the phrase "teacher".

Li Shaobai was also confused. Seeing "Wenchang Xingjun" nodding to him, he hesitated and tightened his grip on the three-foot green lotus that suddenly appeared in his hand.

After a moment, he relaxed again - he really had no energy left, and he really wanted to believe in his disciples.

Zhang Qinghe took out the bronze coffin from the mysterious bag. The thick and simple copper coffin was extremely weird. It was clear that there was no matter in the void, but it made the whole sky tremble.

At the moment, he looked like a big man wearing a unicorn patchwork suit. The man thought for a moment, then slowly took off the mask of a god with red face, fangs and angry eyes, and transformed into the student in green clothes again.

Zhang Qinghe slowly came closer.

Even half of Li Shaobai's bare hands were stretched extremely long due to alienation at this moment, as if they were more suitable for holding a sword and a pen, and coupled with his ferocious figure, it was so terrifying.

Even his gentle smile on weekdays looked ugly.

Li Shaobai stretched out his fingers tremblingly and flicked Zhang Qinghe's forehead hard——

"Are the wings stiff?"

Zhang Qinghe just wanted to refute...

"It's better if your wings are hard... Futu has no wings, so he can't see the vast world, so he dies of thirst. If he wants to fly outside, he has to have hard wings..."

Li Shaobai smiled and turned to look at Wenchang - obviously he had also figured it out. The Li family was not the only one standing behind Zhang Qinghe.

"If you had told me to help me flatten this mountain, I might have rebelled and come to your Heavenly Palace. It's boring for you to go around in circles!"

"There will be a chance." Wenchang replied softly.

"Well, I have no regrets if I can make this sword strike. Qinghe boy, your teacher's sword strike just now is amazing or not. Let me ask you whether it is amazing or not!"

Zhang Qinghe nodded.

"Hahahahaha, Lao Xu, have you seen it? This is my student, my student! My student has plotted against you and my ancestors, so be more promising!"

Li Shaobai looked at the saint master who seemed to be stunned, immersed in the shock of Shou Yongzi being killed, and laughed stinkingly, no matter how he planned to plot against him before, he talked to him very familiarly, as if the two of them were still the same. The elder and junior who are extremely close to each other.

Ever since Zhang Qinghe called him teacher, he has been so cheerful.

Zhang Qinghe slowly opened the bronze coffin he was carrying. The deep and empty look inside seemed to reveal the silence of eternity.

"You are tired, please take a good rest first."