The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Respectfully invite the Son of God to come to the dust..."

"I respectfully invite the Son of God..."

This strange prayer seemed to have a wonderful resonance with the small world of this secret place. A vague and indescribable aura spread out, seeming to inspire the devout worship of all the souls present.

However, in Li Ping'an's ears, these already seriously injured mixed-blood fish people sang some kind of gentle, gentle, and at the same time extremely sacred hymn.

He felt a great threat from this hymn, but he could not help but be immersed in it. In his ears, everything was twisted, weird, and difficult to decipher - his natural Tao constitution made it easier for him to feel the complicated Tao and principles, but he was unable to complete the book like Zhang Qinghe. interpreted locally.

However, the magic card around his waist protected him during this secret ritual, allowing him to maintain basic clarity.

In fact, if Li Ping'an hadn't practiced the prototype of the alchemy method passed down from Zhou Huaian, his mind would have been confused to the limit now. With the help of the divine card, he would be able to distinguish friends and foes at best. This is also the fate of many people in the Heavenly Palace who have been late in their cultivation and made mistakes.

"Grandma's..."

Li Ping'an was just about to grit his teeth and twist the talisman in his hand and scatter it, but he was shocked when he saw the Daoji and the mixed-blood murlocs in front of him scattering - the intelligence of these things was actually the same as that of the human race. If they hadn't come into contact with talismans, This kind of thing has suffered such a big loss due to carelessness. Li Ping'an is probably destined to be stabbed with the bone pile made of unknown fish bones and stabbed through today.

But even so, this trick is no longer easy to use. These gadgets all know how terrifying the light of thunder and fire contained in the thin piece of talisman paper in Li Pingan's hand is, so they never get close to Li Pingan again. , but surrounded him all, observing silently from a few feet away, and then carefully performed his ritual.

At this moment, Li Ping'an's soul seemed to be floating in the void, teetering on the edge of collapse, and its carrying capacity had reached a limit - the cause of all this was not the dozens of mixed-blood monsters that had long been unable to interact with the human race, but the fact that they were The ritual itself is performed.

Li Ping'an couldn't identify what they were going to do, but he could feel through the Tao Fei's bloodline that there was a huge creature on the other side of the ceremony. Not to mention the common people in Zhongtian, it was a great being that even the monks in the world could not fathom.

This kind of ritual, which seems to be connected to an unimaginable great existence somewhere, has a mysterious power in itself. As a Taoist body, Li Ping'an reacted even more strongly, as if he was about to be pulled to the point where his five senses disappeared - or only existed. In the endless abyss of the great avenues and principles, it was as if the soul was wrapped in the infinite deep sea, making it breathless.

"No... stop it, it must be stopped..."

When Li Ping'an was unconscious, he reluctantly chose the two leaders, Liu Biao and Liu Mao, and filled the several talismans at the bottom of the box with spiritual energy, and threw them out, like sharp blades cutting through the sky, curling up with force. wind.

However, the two brothers not only did not try to resist the approach, but they immediately turned sideways to avoid it. The powerful body of the water tribe and the abundant water energy between heaven and earth made these mixed-blood water tribes in the Daoji realm like fish swimming in the sea. Slippery and flexible——

From the moment they knew what these talismans could bring, Li Ping'an was afraid that he would no longer be able to use the talismans to kill any miscellaneous blood above Daoji level.

The talismans that were dodged by the two of them shot directly into the ordinary mixed-blood fishmen who were still running away, but started to kneel down devoutly and fervently because of their "leader's" ritual.

These miscellaneous bloods are just physically powerful and close to the induction realm. Naturally, they cannot avoid the brilliance of Li Ping'an's direct slash, using the talisman as a sword.

"Edict!"

Li Ping'an no longer had the energy to make unnecessary moves. Although he did not achieve his goal, the arrow was on the string and he had to shoot it. After another round of kneading, the spirit that controlled the thunder and fire spirit in the talisman was instantly affected, and a group of murlocs with some strength were once again exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.

Then his eyesight went dark - the load on his soul was really extremely heavy, the uninterrupted chanting of the ritual, coupled with the cries like string orchestra that he had heard earlier when he was pressed into the void by the water elemental breath. Crying, for him, is much stronger than the usual Guiyuan, but it is a burden for his soul that has not yet reached the third level of middle school.

Seeing that Li Ping'an was about to fall to the ground, Liu Biao and Liu Mao's eyes were filled with joy. However, the ceremony cannot be stopped, otherwise it will be unbearable for the Lord of God——

"You are really at the end of your strength, how hateful... But there is still a chance. We have found a compatriot with extremely excellent qualifications. When the Son of God comes, he will be enough to pay for our sins."

Liu Mao said disgustingly, his hole-like nose was not very long, and his catfish-like beard was floating, with the rising and falling of the increasingly rich water energy between heaven and earth.

However, just as the two of them were talking like this, a trace of surprise and annoyance suddenly flashed through the fish eyes that had no other emotions except cruelty.

The same is true for the surrounding fishmen. During the ceremony, their expressions were filled with resentment and anger, as if they had been deceived the most in the world——

In the center surrounded by them, Li Ping'an was about to stagger and fall down. When he was unconscious, a dull-looking master in gray robe grabbed his back and pulled him back.

"Brother Li did a very good job, I will do the rest."

Li Ping'an turned his head, and Wang Zhixin's calm, unruffled face appeared in his already blurry eyes. Wang Zhixin was well-dressed, as if he had just slept for a long time. From Li Pingan's perspective, he seemed to be quite energetic. If it weren't for a critical moment, he would have really wanted to put a piece of his own talisman on Lao Wang who deserved a beating. face.

But... Wang Zhixin's tone at this time was somehow strange. Although he was usually a little dull, now he was a little more profound, and even a little happy.

Li Ping'an's blood was the most sensitive, but after he realized this, he dismissed it as an illusion because he was not clear-headed. He turned around, lay on Wang Zhixin's body, and fell asleep.

I don't know if it was a dream or reality, but in a blur, the back of a young Taoist priest in green clothes suddenly appeared in my mind, and he passed away.

"Brother Zhang..."

Li Ping'an muttered, his handsome brows that were unique to Dao Fei frowned, with some doubts and confusion.

I don't know if it was Wang Zhixin or Zhang Qinghe who gently supported Li Ping'an and put him on the ground, looking at the mixed-blood aquarium like a crooked melon and a jujube with a cold eyebrow.

He was waiting, and so were they.