The indescribable Taoist Lord

Hundreds of evil spirits kept climbing up, pressing hard on the spiritual light, emitting unspeakable roars of violence - even somewhat similar to howling.

However, as early as the moment before this incomprehensible but extremely contagious sound sounded, Zhang Qinghe glanced at the jade slip where Taiyin was, and Taiyin Star Lord honestly set up a covering barrier within a radius of one mile to ensure that The movement would not be loud enough to be noticed by Overhaul.

Whether it was Zhang Wangxing or a senior acquaintance from Chang'an, Zhang Qinghe didn't want to see it.

The sounds come and go, which is enough to show the discomfort and discomfort of these evil spirits under the spiritual light - but even so, out of the thirst for Zhang Qing and Dao's fetal blood, those evil spirits still pounce on Zhang San's place, between the mouth and nose The dark-brown flesh and blood roots instantly grew stronger and became entangled with the other evil things, becoming indistinguishable from each other, and then continued to turn into a net that was like a bulge of flesh, with swaying flesh tendrils like straw woven on top.

But within a moment, it collapsed again and turned into roaring individuals, starting the next round of climbing and biting.

The power of this spiritual light can be seen, and its source is in the center of the pile of meat. Zhang San, who is shrinking and closing his eyes tightly, seems to be trembling with fear. He keeps mumbling in his mouth, as if this person has already Overwhelmed by fear.

"gentlemen……"

"Sir, where are you..."

"Sir, save me..."

"Don't eat me, I...I don't taste good!"

But these evil spirits simply couldn't understand Zhang San's plea for mercy. Even if they did, they wouldn't pay him too much attention.

Driven by instinct, they are tireless and fearless. Although they are uncomfortable, the extremely delicious delicacies in the world also make them have no choice, and they continue to fall into troubles again and again.

However, the evil power was eventually consumed between reconstructions again and again. After a certain loosening, these things finally gave up chewing and chewing, and gave up fighting against the things that made them extremely uncomfortable. Spread out slowly.

In other words, these things have intelligence and even know how to learn, but they are completely irrational, and instinct takes over the main part of their motivations - so they know that their efforts are in vain and start to change their strategies.

Countless evil puppets were hunched over, with straw-like roots growing in their mouths hanging down, and fishy mucus that was either pus, blood or saliva dripped onto the ground.

And in the center of what they were surrounding was a small child huddled in a ball, looking messy and trembling uncontrollably.

"Ahem..."

Zhang San coughed and gasped loudly under the mask of the red-faced fairy boy. Before that, he had already cried until his voice was hoarse, and he no longer looked as curious and excited as before.

The crimson robes were stained with pus, blood and saliva. Even his hair was wet and sticky, and his whole body exuded a stench similar to that of these evil corpse-haunters.

Zhang San never called Zhang Qinghe again - he didn't know where Zhang Qinghe was, but Zhang Qinghe must have his own purpose for doing this. And... his thoughts were extremely confused. He was so frightened that he almost fled to other places. There was no way he could think and act normally.

At this moment, Zhang San was squatting in the snow with his head in his hands, his whole body trembling violently. This trembling and shrinking not only came from the body, but also came from the inside. Both body and mind were afraid of these terrible things. .

But what was unexpected was that although the crimson official uniform of the red-faced fairy boy was stained with dirt, the pus and blood were not stained. Moreover, the little child had been chewed and gnawed around for so long, but Until now, it is still intact, as if it was not injured at all.

And on Zhang San's waist, the cast-iron magic tablet engraved with "Sword-holding Spiritual Officer" exudes a faint spiritual light. It may be the source of evil fear and discomfort.

But even so, this was a big enough blow to Zhang San's young mind - no matter how smart he was, in the final analysis, he was just a child under ten years old.

However, Zhang Qinghe looked at the scene in front of him and said nothing. Even his smile after being tipsy did not diminish, and the bad taste suddenly appeared on his face.

Even Taiyin Xingjun, who has always been extremely fond of Zhang San, didn't say much this time - in order to take shape in his fighting style, if Zhang Qinghe wasn't a man of understanding worthy of a Taoist monster that hasn't been seen in Zhongtian for thousands of years, he would have to eat a lot. The suffering - what she experienced back then was thousands of times harsher than this child who was protected by her elders.

"Here comes the main event."

Zhang Qinghe pointed at the Xie Sui who kept getting closer, looked at the Jade Rabbit that had almost disappeared at the fourth watch, and pretended to yawn - the monk was not sleepy, he was just a little drunk.

"Is this why you gave him the sword-wielding card and mask in advance?"

"Yes, the clothes of the sword-wielding spiritual officer can protect him from injury - these things are just trash fish after all, and the token can suppress the evil spirits and avoid being infected - after all, in Lantian, that fairy tooth cooperated with my experience Wen can barely hold it down."

Zhang Qinghe looked still confused, not realizing that it was Zhang San who was approaching danger again. He turned to Taiyin Xingjun and said:

"Without the evil spirit that sang the opera, the evil spirit awakened by my blood in the village was only several times stronger than the mortals. With what I gave Zhang San, it was easy to deal with it.

But even so, clothes can only protect him from injury, not pain, and iron orders can only protect him from infection, but not from attack. "

Zhang Qinghe laughed. He also wanted to see how long it would take for Zhang San to know his intentions.

Zhang San was still squatting, and several evil things were running towards him uncontrollably. The tangled roots around him looked twisted and disgusting, as if they were as hard as steel, but also as flexible and light as poisonous snakes.

They also realized after countless attempts that swallowing and chewing in this way was useless. Only by beating and killing the child in front of them could they obtain the mysterious origin in this doll's hand that seemed to enable them to leap into the essence of life.

"Roar!!!"

Roaring sounds came one after another, and fine roots were entangled from the mouth, nose, pores, acupuncture points and all gaps. These evil fingers and claws also became extremely sharp. The tall corpse man who came first directly hit the demon who was still shaking in the snow. The stunned "Sword-wielding Spirit Officer" lifted him up with his long sharp claws, and then tried to tear him in half.

However, due to the firmness of his robe, he could only swing his fist again and hit Zhang San into the snow again. Zhang San let out a choked whine and rolled out three feet, and then was trapped like a little chicken. A fat, rotten corpse of a woman was held in his hand.

The black roots in the woman's mouth grew into a ball, spitting out a torrent of straw like flesh and blood as if vomiting, directly beating and swallowing Zhang San's head, and then pressed him deeply into the snow...