The indescribable Taoist Lord

"sword……"

The green-robed Young Master Yi stared at the sword in horror. He... or rather, he had never seen such a sword before. It was as if there were no ancients before and no one after. The sword fell, purely from thoughts. It was clearly in the ordinary realm of the concept of time, space and eternity, but it spanned time and space.

It's not that this sword is fast... but that this sword's personality is no different from that of a heavenly immortal. If Yi wants to cut the Dao, he must be level with the Dao.

Of course... Zhang Qinghe's sword, let alone the immortals, even if he swung it at Da Xiu, it would be nothing more than scratching the surface.

However, it is still enough to deal with Yi Zun Gui Zang.

The Dharma image of Wude Xingkui, which was originally hanging in the sky when Bu Xingluo was released, fell heavily behind this young man in plain brocade. The wind and snow were blowing between the sleeves of his robe. He stared at the green robe in front of him, but there was something in his eyes. Somewhat underestimated

——I don’t know when, but he gradually didn’t even pay attention to the monks in the third realm.

This is not a good thing, but Zhang Qinghe doesn't have the leisure time to adjust at the moment.

A thin crack started from the waist of the young man with black eyes, and spread almost in a moment. The intertwined straw and branches were cut off at the waist. It was easy to grow back, but the next moment it cracked. Layers of tribulation ashes were shaken off from time to time, disappearing like fine sand.

Lu Pao'er's eyes were not astonished. He just looked down cautiously. Yi Yu put some distance between him and Zhang Qinghe. However, as soon as he touched his spiritual energy, his body, soul, and evil objects all began to change. Collapse.

The image of the old Immortal of Fortune and Fortune, who was originally like an immortal god in the world, seemed to have been caught off guard and produced a fine slash, and then fell sideways. Although it had no entity, it turned into spiritual energy and dissipated when it approached the ground. But it also caused a turmoil in the spiritual breath of heaven and earth, and the flying snow that was originally falling downwards in the valley rose upwards with this spiritual breath.

"Good sword intention, good sword weapon..."

The process is meaningless, and the result has already been determined.

The green-robed Master Yi would never know in any case that this sword was so magical. He had already decided his defeat and divided his life and death before he even used the guaranteed secret method and the magical powers of the other two palaces.

The most deadly thing is not the sword intention, but the sword weapon, which seems to have a natural suppression on it. The moment it cuts through the body, its origin has been mixed into chaos——

It seems that there is an unknowable and more terrifying charm of the avenue, stirring up its origin, which has always only been able to distort others, and then sucking it away until it returns to the emptiness and nothingness of the spiritual world.

The stars behind Zhang Qinghe illuminated the area in front of him, and he didn't want to look back at this dilapidated thing that must be dead. However, the next moment, his eyes were filled with surprise.

The alienated flesh body, the straw-like outer shell wrapped around the torso was cut into ashes with a sword, and there was a clear red mark on the body. As long as the young man in green robe slowly fell down, he was afraid that it would be broken into two pieces. intercepted, and then turned into countless ashes.

But now there was blood gushing out, turning the face of the young master into red. He gradually knelt on the ground, and the vitality of his physical body was finally cut off.

Normal person? !

Zhang Qinghe's expression changed. With the help of the Emperor's Qi-blessed spiritual vision, he could see that the remaining dharma was no different than the phantom of the evil spirit. The rosy young man was also reduced to an empty shell by the parasitic straw evil thing. After the roots grew and were cut off by Zhang Qinghe, the young man's body was riddled with holes, all of which were filled with blood.

Logically speaking, with such a serious physical alienation, the physical body should have been chopped to ashes by the iron sword... why...

But Zhang Qinghe looked at the blood spreading out, but did not step forward to check first. Instead, he took a few steps back and stared carefully at the silent red sedan behind him——

The main character in Ruyi Class is not just a passing fairy.

"It's really not easy for you, a girl, to support such a huge Ruyi class by yourself."

Zhang Qinghe pretended to look around at the ashes here, and with one sword he killed the class leader who instinctively shrank at the sight of the sword, and then confronted the person in the sedan chair.

"After all, there are so many men, and you have to do it yourself."

Naturally, it was very sarcastic. After all, there were no living people in this troupe.

"Wishful Class?!"

Zhang San, who was protected by Daowen on the cliff, listened to Wude Xingjun's loud shout and looked at the pile of monster ashes below with horror on his face.

"Ruyiban is a monster?! Ruyiban is actually a monster!"

He then started to tremble with fear. After all, he was just a child, and his heart had long been filled with fear. If it weren't for the fact that something inexplicable was pressing down on him around him, he would have run away.

And now, naturally, there are a lot of tears and snot.

"Hehehehehe... The young master is here to collect debts?"

The big red sedan at the end finally opened. In this dusty, muddy and blood-dusted environment, the man walked as gracefully as if he were on a stage.

This is a girl's house. She has a delicate body and heavy makeup. She has beautiful eyebrows and temples, and a graceful face. Zhang San recognizes her, or has heard of her. She is Miss Ru who sings the female role in Ruyi Class. I don't know how much. The old man is crazy about her.

When she frowned and smiled, it was as if the winter snow had lost its color, and she had an indescribable charm. This thin indigo dress is decorated with some beads, which can be regarded as an elegant costume.

Since she walked out, even without the band, the restless sound of gongs and drums seems to have resounded between heaven and earth. It contains a strange attraction that is disturbing and confusing, as if it is trying to attract people into an unknown opera. .

"Um?"

Zhang Qinghe just snorted lightly and did not reveal his doubts to his face.

Miss Ru glanced at the body of the young master kneeling on the ground, moved forward with pity, leaned over and smeared a finger of blood, and sipped it carefully, but she seemed to feel that there was no aftertaste in it, and her complexion Turned into indifference again.

"When I touched him, I expected these insects to come, but I didn't expect them to come so early and ruin my business."

She spoke calmly, but they were not human words. They were dramatic and seemed to exist outside the world. Zhang Qinghe could intuitively feel the anger in her words.

It was like a vicious beast roaring in a trance, enough to cause the mortals who were closer to bleed from their seven orifices and their souls were in chaos.

"Star of destiny."

Zhang Qinghe used the Emperor's Vision and Spiritual Vision to briefly test the monster's personality, and felt that it was as powerful as the one he had before he first summoned the gods.

He tightened his iron sword and held it on his chest with a heavy gaze——

In this place among the branches of time, he must not ask God unless he has to. If Tai Su's breath is exposed, the river will be overturned by the Zhongtian God who will follow.

He exhaled a heavy breath and exhaled a breath of confusion in the valley.