The indescribable Taoist Lord

Xiao Luotian of the Zhao family.

Several clan elders sat quietly in the Ming Pavilion.

The Ming Pavilion is one of the most important places for aristocratic families. Even in the busiest times, there will always be at least a few dedicated people to look after it.

Without him, it's just because there are hundreds of life lamps lit by direct descendants of the clan in the Ming Pavilion.

It's really strange that the Zhao family's Ming Pavilion seems to be made of cast iron. Not only the Ming Pavilion, but also all the buildings in Xiaoluotian are all inlaid with a deep iron color. More than three hundred life lamps of the clan are burning here, some are like candles, and some are as bright as the sun and the moon.

At this moment, one of the more than 300 life lamps was quietly extinguished - extinguished without a trace, without a trace of movement, as if it had returned to silence in the void.

The three clan elders suddenly turned their gazes, their eyes a little mournful, but not shocked. For many years, they have guarded this Ming Pavilion and have seen too many lives and deaths. If they worry too much about some things, they will actually become obstacles to their practice.

"The lamp is out."

"Which junior is it?"

"Zhao Zhi, the genius of the Seven Meridians, has a good foundation. He has already entered Guizang. He is a famous Qilin son on the list."

These clan elders could not help but sigh and sigh for a while, but they soon returned to calm. They passed on the news with jade orders, as if they were calculating something carefully, and a stream of light seemed to flow out of the prominent Zhu Chi between their eyebrows. , passed by in a flash.

"The hexagram should be in the north. There is nothing mundane about it. There are even sounds of swords and soldiers. The man seems to have come from the upper palace and came to the world to bring peace.

The Wude Star happened to move last night. I'm afraid it wasn't someone from the Heavenly Palace who took action. Could it be that there was a Wude Star Lord suddenly in the Heavenly Palace? "

"The clan is really a bit stuck. Is there anyone out there practicing the Seven Meridians?"

"There is one...but..."

One of the clan elders was extremely hesitant.

"It's just that it's not weighty enough? The strength of the war in the hexagram is weak, and the light of the stars is short, which means that the cultivation level of this newly emerged Wude Xingjun will not exceed the only one. Any destiny star is enough to handle this matter."

"The portion is quite enough."

The hesitant clan elder answered quite promptly this time.

"That's Miss Haitang..."

"It's up to you two to decide whether I should inform you or not."

Upon hearing this name, some troublesome worries and annoyance flashed in the eyes of several clan elders. Whether it is cultivation or strength, this person is worthy of the sky among the younger generation of Zhongtian. If it weren't for this She has a weird personality and can even be called the goddess of the Zhao family. But with her habits...

The other two people also hesitated, and some even habitually urged Yi Shu to divine the matter.

The other two clan elders watched the divination and waited quietly for him to decide on this matter——

The clan elder slowly opened his eyes, the blood between his brows was flowing on his wrinkled forehead, and a strange look flashed across his face.

"How about it?"

"How is the result?"

"Yuan Henry, it's actually Shangji. It's obviously just a small matter, but... strange, strange..."

Halfway through what he said, the old man deduced it carefully, as if he was wondering whether he had made a mistake in any of the steps.

When they heard the result, although the other two people also felt strange, they also made a decision immediately.

"Oh, let me know then."

The two clan elders thought about it, took out the jade order, and explained the whole story in detail, leaving only one other person in the Ming Pavilion who seemed to be trying hard to figure out something.

…

"What? Zhao Zhi is dead?"

Zhao Haitang held a jade order exuding spiritual light in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to push away an evil spirit. The faint spiritual energy contained extremely fierce killing intent and Tao Yun, and cracked its physical body.

The evil spirit let out a shrill howl. It was originally about three feet tall and looked like a humanoid monster with many jointed limbs and huge mouthparts, and it scattered countless pieces of pus and blood.

During this time, a dark cast iron ring on her finger exuded a faint aura, but the aura gradually weakened, as if it was somewhat unsustainable.

This is the periphery of the Ancient Demon-Sealing Road. The evil spirits in the Lower Three Realms and the Middle Three Realms seem to have an endless supply. They have been growing at a frightening speed in Zhongtian for tens of thousands of years, and they are endlessly killing and killing.

Zhao Haitang was unmoved when she heard the news, and her tone actually contained some curious joy, as if the person who died was not her direct cousin, but a passerby, or even a mouse.

She pulled away to avoid a tentacle that was full of stench, Xie Sui, and then casually broke off a finger palm with a wrist from the corpse of the Shenxia Demon Suppressing Army on the ground, twisted off the bloodless fingers, and killed the Demon Suppressing Army. The iron ring was pulled off hard.

Then he discarded the useless iron ring on his hand, quickly put it on the index finger of his right hand, and punched out at an astonishing speed.

There is no divine light, no vision, the heaven and earth are motionless, and the spiritual breath fluctuates as usual. But that punch penetrated Xie Sui's smelly body, and green pus and blood spurted out.

The little girl grabbed its body again and tore it apart, tearing the evil object into pieces.

Naturally, this only makes the evil thing temporarily incapacitated. After all, if it cannot be crushed into ashes by the power of the above three realms or exotic treasures, these things will slowly regenerate and grow endlessly.

The demon-suppressing army has guarded the ancient road for thousands of years, for the sake of the family and the country, but she walked into the branch of the demon-sealing ancient road, but she just enjoyed the pleasure of fighting against the evil spirits.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

Zhao Haitang is petite, with long and messy hair hanging around her body. The color of her large dress has been hard to distinguish for a long time. It is stained with dirt. The original gold-woven hook lines and fine beading have all become sticky with the blood scab. Together, new blood and undried mucus are still dripping down on the clothes, but the eyes are shining with a pure and true light, as if they are not looking at the world from a human perspective. But if you look carefully, you can feel that there is extreme madness and desire in this purity.

Such people don't even care about their relatives, and obviously they never care about their own appearance.

"Xian Tang?"

When she heard these words, her life star cultivation suddenly spread out. A statue that looked like an immortal but not an immortal, a god but not a god, making it impossible for people to see the figure clearly condensed on the branch of the ancient demon-sealing road. As soon as He appeared, the void around him made an unbearable strange noise.

The evil spirits of the lower three realms within a few miles around were crushed into meat paste by the huge pressure almost in an instant. They were constantly flowing and reorganizing, and were crushed to death with no way to recover.

The murmurs and wailings were intertwined, making it impossible for her to distinguish between illusion and reality, but she didn't care. Slowly taking off the iron ring of the Demon-Suppressing Army that had lost its effectiveness, he seemed to be okay among the pollution, and just walked out of the Ancient Demon-Sealing Road with a pale face.

"Wude Xingjun, right?"