The indescribable Taoist Lord

The sound of the Tao was involuntarily poured down, and the place where "Tai Su" lived also changed with it. Zhang Qinghe sang the ode to the Tao between his thoughts and conjectures, and all kinds of magical scenes of heaven and earth congratulating appeared spontaneously.

The phantoms of the fairies are arranged one after another, either listening solemnly or intoxicated. There is a great road starting from the stars and falling from the sky. It is like a spiritual thing that has been unchained and comes out with the manifestation. The golden lotuses and the flowers of the avenue fill the sky, and unspeakable emotions surge from the sky.

"The weather is turbulent, and my sun is prosperous!"

"The weather is turbulent, and my sun is prosperous!"

"The weather is turbulent, and my sun is prosperous!"

The heavenly sound of the great avenue represented by the "Singing of the Savior" is constantly reverberating. Wherever it is known and where there is nothing to know, mysterious visions in every direction are trembling and echoing, and every place that was originally empty is trembling and reverberating. Chanting and responding.

Wherever the sound of the Tao can reach, immortal light suddenly appears, and the world comes to life from silence.

Zhang Qinghe stood high in the sky, watching the wanton and arrogant monster flower below slowly wilting under the sound of Dao, and let out a long sigh of relief.

——Of course, there is no such concept as "high or low" in this place, but it was transformed by Zhang Qinghe's thoughts, so it has a reference.

The bronze coffin and cold iron locks were also trembling, resonating with the sound of the Tao. Rather, they resonate more intensely.

In the trembling and resonance, it seemed that something that Zhang Qinghe couldn't see came to life, chanting the classics, and transmitting the great heavenly sound contained in "The Sutra of Savior" directly into what Li Shaobai called "corpse body" of.

Gradually, as the "Sutra of Saving People" was sung, the roots of the malaise were disappearing, the endless tendrils of flesh were shrinking, and the monster made of endless tendrils of flesh and blood continued to collapse, until it reached the outside of the bronze coffin. Only strands of fleshy tendrils sprouted out, which were not even as thick as a finger. They were tenaciously entangled with the cold iron chains, but were eventually silenced by the sound of Dao.

Zhang Qinghe took a long breath, came closer... got closer to the layers of iron locks and the thick bronze coffin, stroked the fine and bright Taoist texts, and took a long breath -

He found the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and urged Zhou Lingyuan to close it tightly.

Only a bang was heard, and the copper coffin was finally tightly covered, and the contents inside could not be seen from the light of day for the time being. To completely open the coffin, the cold iron chains must be untied. Under normal circumstances, a great sage who is proficient in talisman formations may not be able to do it...

Han Tie "came" to life, wrapping the copper coffin more tightly like a dragon and snake.

"We still have to go... The strange movement just now was probably Zhongtian's handiwork.

Although the copper coffin can lock the teacher's breath and alienation, allowing him to rest his soul, it has just been proven that it is not safe. The teacher is the anchor point used by God in the sky to discover me, but I must not abandon him. . "

Zhang Qinghe frowned. He put the bronze coffin into the mysterious bag and sealed it. He carefully integrated his soul with the sky. He felt the grandeur and majesty of the branches of the entire Zhongtian, as if he was in an indescribable abyss, the vastness. The universe and the galaxy.

It was as if the heavens felt his intention and will, the concept of space collapsed, and the concept of time returned to nothing, as if it had returned to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty when heaven and earth had concepts but no substance, and only existed in the singularity of Zhang Qinghe.

The wonderland was no longer in the fairyland, so Zhang Qinghe naturally did not dare to turn on his spiritual vision to observe, but even if he restricted his divergence and thinking, he could still vaguely understand that the capital of heaven was under his feet, and he was the most untouchable person in the great world of Zhongtian. location.

He only felt that the years flowed out from an inexplicable source, like branches and rivers, but their shapes had strange and repeated overlapping. This complex structure of matter cannot be understood by ordinary people, and naturally it is not the full picture of the years - Zhang Qinghe believes , this is still the gentle protection of "Tai Su"...

Correct the incomprehensible to what he can understand.

At least with his help, Zhang Qinghe understood the so-called "time" - it was an inexplicable concept that resembled a river and a big tree, overlapping each other, twisting and moving forward.

"Wenchang said... he gave me an anchor point. It must be the one that he feels is the most appropriate in the years.

But after setting up an anchor point, there should be a guide. What about the guide? Where is the guide? "

Zhang Qinghe had already taken inventory of everything he had with him, but the emperor looked away after taking inventory. Even on the "Xiao Chitian" calligraphy treasure that he felt was the most mysterious, there was no abnormal aura of time.

"I obviously put everything into the mysterious bag..."

He was suddenly stunned when he said this. There was something that he had always kept carefully, but he didn't think it was related to the big game played by Yu Wenchang.

It was what Li Shaobai left behind before he entered the coffin. It was a half-sacred weapon that had been damaged beyond recognition, but was touted by Wenchang as "this sword can reach tens of thousands of feet"...

But is this really the case?

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

The beautiful gentleman is holding the child, and the child is leaning against a green lotus..."

Zhang Qinghe murmured to himself, pondering over the lyrics carefully.

"Qinglian..."

He took out the "sword" that was even broken and cracked on the lotus platform and took a closer look. Even if he didn't find any clues, he had already locked the sword——

Wenchang would never do meaningless things. He was about to face such a severe situation, and he didn't forget to sing these words, as if he was singing a story.

"By the way, he knows that my eyes are different from ordinary people's."

Zhang Qinghe thought for a while, and blessed the Emperor's Qi and Spiritual Vision. At the same time, he devoted all his subjective thoughts to the sword and refused to accept the vague impressions from Tiandu...

"really."

Zhang Qinghe could see that on the green lotus, there was light that was constantly lighting up and disappearing in an orderly manner, echoing the light spots on an extremely small branch between the branches of the years.

"It can be considered as a find...is this the second time you have left home?"

This young man in plain brocade was somewhat self-deprecating. He lifted his jade hands lightly, and the years of Zhongtian were drawn closer to him like a river. He didn't know whether it was the ancient history of Zhongtian that was drawing closer to him, or he was drawing closer to the ancient history of Zhongtian.

Among them, there are geniuses fighting, saints slaying evil spirits, demons cholera the earth, immortals and gods manifesting themselves in the world... Countless dizzying moments converge into a complex complex, falling into Zhang Qinghe's eyes like spots of light.

After all, he is not a fairy, nor can he be a fairy. After looking at it from the perspective of a fairy for a long time, he cannot understand it, so it would be better to return to the mortal world.

He found the branch of time chosen by Wenchang Xingjun. Yi Yuan jumped over and landed on that branch. When he plunged in, he heard...

Perhaps it was not in his ears, but in his perception of "Tai Su", that he heard a desperate and urgent cry, and heard a hurried mortal praying in great fear and confusion. All of them are familiar names to him...