The indescribable Taoist Lord

"But the more trouble you cause...the easier it is to lose your life in advance." There was worry in Taiyin Xingjun's tone, but it was also mixed with vague excitement.

"The road ahead is dead. I really don't dare to run forward. I can't run fast without causing trouble. Besides, haven't I already found trouble?"

When he said this, Zhang Qinghe looked at the monster on the ground that had been crushed to ashes, and then glanced at Zhang San, who was closely involved with the Jiangzuo Zhang family... and even the green-robed figure in the snow. The corpse walked back step by step.

He had restrained his strength before and did not injure Zhang San. He could only breathe a few seconds after being buried in the snow, and nothing would happen for the time being.

Zhang Qinghe took out the long sword in his hand, lifted up a mountain of snow at the entrance of the valley in the distance, and plucked the little child who was shivering from the cold like a carrot from the ground.

This child has ice marks between his eyebrows. He is really cute, but his embarrassed appearance now makes him snot and cry a lot, and even his face is frozen.

"The baby will freeze if it lies like this in the snow."

Taiyin has a certain affection for children who are delicate and beautiful.

Zhang Qinghe paused when he heard the words, then put the student Qingyi that he had re-created with the Xuan Nang from the Xuan Pouch, placed it on the Taiyin Star Lord's jade slip, and then handed it out out of thin air.

Chang'an School's Tsing Yi is already equivalent to a good spiritual weapon. Although it is wide, it is more than enough to withstand the cold weather, or it may be said that it is a bit useless.

"Pass it to him."

Zhang Qinghe's temper changed, and it was natural to order people around. Regardless of whether the Taiyin in the jade slips with auras was so angry that he kicked off a few heaven-locking chains, and walked directly in the direction of the green-robed young master. .

Taiyin couldn't resist the crazy young man, so he could only sigh, reach out and grab Qingyi, fly up to the cliff, roll up Zhang San, and then wrap up Qingyi, a student from Chang'an School.

"Flying...jade slips? Are all the things of gods so mysterious? They even have a hand."

Zhang San gradually warmed up, and his face was full of energy again. He stared at Taiyin with wide eyes, fearful and curious. But when I thought back to everything that had just happened, after all, my fear was greater than my intention to explore.

He is not stupid, rather he is one of the smartest among children of this age, but the current situation... he cannot help but shiver while wrapped in his robe.

"Xingjun, please come here."

Taiyin Xingjun became interested and just wanted to tease Zhang San, but she heard Zhang Qinghe calling her from a distance.

The tall woman in the moon-patterned skirt among the jade slips curled her lips with some dissatisfaction, and then urged the jade slip to fly towards Zhang Qinghe.

Zhang Qinghe had already squatted in the snow, staring carefully at the body of the green-robed young man in the snow. The blood dripping out at the moment had solidified into ice. Due to the loss of the straw evil thing's sucking, the remaining blood was exuding. Weak spiritual breath.

Zhang Qinghe felt a faint intimidation from between the green-robed body, as if it came from eternity and existed in his blood. No matter how the straw grew and sipped, he did not dare to touch that breath. Every cent.

"Are you familiar with Xingjun?"

Zhang Qinghe turned to look at the Taiyin Jade Slip beside him, feeling the faint charm, and asked with a frown.

"This is……"

Taiyin Xingjun also stood up from the jade slip, which caused the spiritual aura on the jade slip to tremble for a while. She also carefully savored the power that seemed to make many evil spirits cower, and was extremely surprised.

Zhang Qinghe's face was serious, his eyes were serious and deep. He silently turned over the green-robed young man's body that had been smashed into the snow, straightened his somewhat messy robe, as if he wanted to see through the monster that was smeared with heavy makeup and looked too white. What kind of face is hidden behind the handsome makeup.

Zhang Qinghe picked up a handful of snow from the snow and slowly wiped the green-robed young master's face clean. Snow is rootless water, and with the blessing of Zhang Qinghe's spiritual energy, it can naturally wash it clean. Mud and dust.

The powder quietly flowed away with the melting snow, and the enchanting face disappeared, revealing a resolute and tough face that belonged solely to a young man.

Seeing this face, Zhang Qinghe sighed, thinking that this was indeed the case, and raised his head to look at Taiyin again - she must have understood something now.

"The people of the Zhao family in Tiannan...were somehow captured by the evil monk who is comparable to the destiny star, and used as the playthings of the straw-like envoy."

The jade slip that Taiyin Star Lord was holding came closer - in the middle of the eyebrows of the young monk who was about the same age as Zhang Qinghe, a conspicuous red line seemed to be outlined by the sky and the earth, exuding an aura that was incomparable with Zhang Qinghe's eyebrows. Different Taoist essence and deterrence.

Zhang Qinghe knows best what this thing is... This is a living mark made by the God of Zhongtian. How did the Tiannan Zhao family get involved in such a big event. Naturally, with this thing, ordinary evil spirits would not dare to get close, but as soon as this thing was ticked, the soul was booked on the table.

It would be better if nothing is accomplished. If anything is accomplished, then I'm afraid...

"It's not just the Tiannan Zhao family."

Zhang Qinghe pondered for a moment, remembering what the evil thing said before - "I knew you would come looking for me."

He leaned down again, searching for any storage items such as rings or mysterious bags, and finally found clues on the belt that was cut to the root by the sword light.

"That evil thing is a wise man, and even if the Heavenly Palace is here in Fangzhizhu, I think it will still be well-known."

Taiyin Xingjun always felt a little awkward when he saw Zhang Qinghe skillfully taking off the green-robed Young Master Yi's belt and triggering several Dao Wen to easily pry open the mysterious bag...

Zhang Qinghe put his hand into the space inside the belt and rummaged around inside for a long time. Finally, his hand stopped and he slowly pulled it back.

"Bangdang..."

A rather heavy iron order was placed in the snow by Zhang Qinghe. On the top of the iron order are carved clouds, cranes, fairyland, temples of gods, and the words "Fulu Xingjun" are engraved in cloud seals.

Zhang Qinghe stretched out his hand again and looked for it again. A mask of an old immortal with a sweet smile and a lovely face was placed in the snow again. The immortal face on the mask was full of smiles, as if it was carrying the wealth of this world. .

"This person is not only the genius of the Zhao family in Tiannan, but also the Lord of Fulu Star in the Heavenly Palace, but he fell into the hands of this evil thing."

Zhang Qinghe looked at the two objects solemnly, then slowly put them into the mysterious bag, patted the remaining snow in his hands, looked at the eyes that were wide open in surprise, as if there was no time to react, and gently closed the man's eyelids. Close up.

"But... does Mr. Xing know why the blood between the brows is of no use to ward off evil spirits when it comes to that charming lady?"

Zhang Qinghe slowly stood up and asked.