The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Well……"

Under the protection of the mask and the divine brocade clothes, Zhang San felt the severe pain of being devastated by evil things before he could react.

Although the spiritual light greatly weakened the power of these evil zombies, it was not something Zhang San, who had been drinking fish soup for several days, could bear.

In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, these things may be easily knocked down with a sword, but for Zhang San, they have irresistible power.

The divine brocade clothing produced by the Mask of the Heavenly Palace is very clever. It is not only a treasure that covers the Heavenly Palace, but it can also withstand a certain degree of attack, making itself undamaged to a certain extent——

The rough fighting and biting of these evil creatures, which are not painful to the Daoji monk, are naturally within the scope of its protection. However, it was designed very precisely. In order to maintain the perception during the battle, the pain sensation was never weakened.

Therefore, although Zhang San is fine now, the severe pain burning in his body and the overwhelming feeling in his stomach are still very real. This is really unbearable for a ten-year-old child.

Fortunately... there were only a few zombies surrounding him at a time, which gave him a little chance to breathe while a group of evil spirits tried to tear him apart, but it also gave him room for pain to develop and react.

So the little child screamed miserably in the snow, and the penetrating power of his voice was no less than the distorted roar of the evil straw spirits.

"Ah... if this sound is louder and more stern, I'm afraid it will be transmitted to the spirit world."

There was no trace of distress in Zhang Qinghe's eyes. He looked at a group of evil creatures that seemed to be beating Zhang San to death, but the old god was still teasing him.

"Oh, what is the spirit world?"

Lord Taiyin Xing was quite curious as he listened to Zhang Qinghe's idle murmurs.

But after hearing this, Zhang Qinghe raised his eyebrows - "Oh, it's nothing."

The sharp claws hit the ground, making a horrifying muffled sound.

The roots were twisted around the brocade clothes, expecting to hear the sound of broken bones, but it did not have the expected effect, so Zhang San was lifted high again and kept hitting the snow.

The corpse man squatting beside him immediately eagerly took advantage of every opportunity, tearing and chewing it, stirring up the pus all over Zhang Sanyi's body.

But Zhang San is still like a big, tight rice dumpling, wrapped in iron and cannot be broken apart no matter what.

The evil creatures made impatient cries, one after another, echoing within the sound barrier set up by Taiyin. However, they were still resistant to the iron order and did not dare to come forward. They only dared to come forward several times at a time to test, trying to drain Zhang San's life away - without it, if they swarmed up, they would be gone again. They used their weak magical powers to cause the infection to reach a certain level, fearing that there would be another counterattack from the iron token.

However, the aura of Zhang Qinghe's Tao fetal blood is fading, and the Tao essence contained in it that makes them crave for it is also gradually disappearing, dispersing in the heaven and earth, just like returning to its original state.

The evil spirits seemed to be having fun, and their actions became more and more violent. They also used various methods to beat him to death and tortured Zhang San. Zhang San's spirit had also become tense to a certain extent...

It was clearly a cold night, but he couldn't stop the thin sweat on his forehead, and the tears had long since dried up.

The human body can save itself. Although people cannot avoid pain, when the pain reaches a certain level, despite the extreme pain, they can also develop the ability to think at the same time.

The little child, who had been torn apart, played with, and whose mind was completely blank due to fear, began to have other things in his mind, and his eyes began to be filled with other emotions.

He gradually stopped crying, put away his hoarse voice, savored the aftertaste of blood in his mouth, and began to search for Zhang Qinghe's figure, with slight resentment and boredom in his eyes.

Taiyin Star Lord is very keen on the expression of human emotions, and he can see the resentment starting to gather in Zhang San's eyes at a glance.

"With such pain, he should hate you, even hate you."

Zhang Qinghe chuckled quite disdainfully, and the emotion with it was also very shallow. He was tired from squatting, so he put one foot flat on the rock, supported the ground with both hands, and did not look at Zhang San. Instead, he was observing the Jade Rabbit in the sky, and the sky in the east was dimly lit up, like a golden crow about to rise.

"He will soon discover how stupid it is to resent someone who has nothing to do with the battle in the middle of a siege with no suspense and a huge gap."

Taiyin Star Lord moved over, looking relieved——

"You learned it right away, and you realized it after seeing me fight a few times."

"Hey, it's easier said than done. Who doesn't know how to talk?"

"He is still a child. Are you really afraid that he will hate you?" Taiyin Xingjun was actually quite surprised. This was what she had always wanted to ask.

Children's ideas are always immature, and even adults will feel that Zhang Qinghe's behavior is a bit over the line.

"Xingjun, what do you think is called a demon?" Zhang Qinghe pointed at the child below, and Taiyin Xingjun's Yu Jian also turned around and followed his gaze to look over there with him.

“Now that evil spirits are present, if you don’t know right from wrong, priorities, and waste all your energy on remembering someone who shouldn’t be angry, then what kind of genius is that?

After that, after the matter is over, after this lesson, you know my intentions, and you still blame me and hate me, then what kind of genius is that?

It’s really like this. It doesn’t matter if I, the student, don’t teach me—there is no way out in this vast world. If you want to survive in death, those who stand side by side with me must be extraordinary people.

Today's incident is not only a lesson arranged by me, but also a touchstone for him. "

Zhang Qinghe spoke confidently, but Taiyin could see the lack of trust in his eyes. It seemed that ever since she met this young man in Lantian, he had lacked trust in the people around him.

Even if he judges Zhang San like this, it is just because he is confident in his own judgment, rather than putting trust in Zhang San's hands.

In Zhongtian, only Li Shaobai was fine, and as for the others, only a limited number of people could enter his closed door.

The two of them remained silent and continued to look at Zhang San who was being tortured below.

However, what surprised Taiyin was that a moment ago, Zhang San was still feeling sorry for himself and looking for traces of Zhang Qinghe. The resentment in his heart was self-evident, but at this moment, his mind calmed down.

This is abnormal. After people gain the ability to think after suffering, most of the emotions they hold under the influence are negative, such as resentment, self-destruction, and self-abasement. Those who can gain this kind of calmness in battle are the ones like them. The sign of entering the threshold of fighting style.

Zhang San initially tried to evade Xie Sui's attack, but because the number was too huge, he was trapped in a narrow space, and he had no way to avoid it.