The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Brother Li, are you okay?"

Wang Zhixin's body at this moment was not completely taken over by Zhang Qinghe. Zhang Qinghe only occasionally interjected a few words. In terms of strength, Zhang Qinghe completely believed in him, so he didn't do anything suspicious and just watched silently. Shijia and the emperor looked at Qi to observe the direction of the ritual's charm and the circulation of the Tao.

"It's okay, his soul has been under too much pressure, and he suddenly encountered this kind of ritual directly related to the gods. He is just too exhausted at the moment.

He also went to the school and heard that there are spiritual seeds in the inner lake. You can communicate with each other later and use scriptures to help him soothe him, and his recovery will be almost the same. "

"promise."

Wang Zhixin's unconditional respect previously made Zhang Qinghe uncomfortable for a while, but now, he is becoming more calm.

"I am afraid that these hybrid rituals are coming to an end. The sound that seems to resonate with some kind of avenue between heaven and earth is transmitted directly into the shrine, and the mysterious existence in the shrine is connected to the ruins through some kind of bond... "

Zhang Qinghe suddenly paused as he said this, as if he thought of something - under his spiritual perception, which can see the essence of the spiritual world, a thick dark brown flesh with strands of blood, sharp teeth and suckers in it The bond is communicating with the things in the shrine, and it seems that something representing the original fear is coming from the unknown abyss in the far east.

"This form..."

After Wang Zhixin listened to Zhang Qinghe's words, he obviously thought of it.

"This is exactly the same as the form of inviting a teacher. Why is it so similar?"

Wang Zhixin murmured silently in his heart, but when he came to his senses, he felt very regretful and annoyed...

He was careless and forgot that his teacher was currently in his inner lake, and all his thoughts and ideas were clearly visible to him.

My teacher lives in the high heavens and has traveled across all the heavens. His will comes to earth and embodies "Zhang Qinghe", the incarnation of walking on earth. How can we make such a comparison?

Wang Zhixin calmed down for a moment and stopped thinking about other things... On the contrary, Zhang Qinghe's words confused his mind again, but at the same time they made him feel certain.

My teacher finally told him the core of the problem and never bothered to hide it.

"There is definitely a connection."

Zhang Qinghe said calmly.

He spent some time in the sky where Tiandutian was. It was a wonderful state. There was no time and space, and it was even invisible and formless. He was omnipotent and omniscient. His weak soul could not bear the true appearance of that world. , so what I saw and heard was completely constructed from my own imagination - but it turned the imaginary into reality, the false into true, just like the beginning of all things and the origin of heaven and earth.

If that is where Tai Su is, and combined with the mania of the three gods and immortals after losing his trace, as well as other complicated and shapeless waves and emotional turmoil, it can be determined that "Tai Su" must be connected with the immortal gods in Zhongtian, let alone the current situation. I saw such a similar method again.

However, Zhang Qinghe had forgotten that although he had created the magic technique before, it was based on the model of the Shui Yuan Fairy Mother. At that time, the connection between Tai Su and the Zhongtian Fairy God was clear at a glance.

Zhang Qinghe calmed down.

Taisu...could it also be something indescribable? But why do He and the Zhongtian immortals seem to be in natural opposition?

At this moment, the ceremony has naturally come to an end, and there are faint traces of excitement on the dull and expressionless faces of the fish people.

They didn't understand why the gray-robed monk in front of them, who was able to crush all of them after his own aura exploded, didn't take action to kill them during the ceremony, but had to wait until the Son of God came to this secret realm.

Liu Biao's eyes were wandering, and he was obviously thinking. However, after thinking for a few moments, his eyes were filled with disbelief and absurdity, and he stared straight at "Wang Zhixin."

"You are not of Eldar blood."

"Of course not. How dare an ugly thing born from mating in a smelly ditch dare to be related to me?"

"Wang Zhixin" said.

"You don't want to kill us, you want to force us to summon the Son of God. You...you are so brave, you actually wanted the Son of God!"

Liu Biao's originally huge fish eyes became more and more round, and he grinned with a mouth full of jagged fangs, his expression strange and ferocious.

"You will regret it, you will definitely regret it, hahahahahaha!"

"You'll regret it too."

Seeing that these deformed children were of no use, Zhang Qinghe gave Wang Zhixin a slight signal. Wang Zhixin was determined in his heart, and the signal was clear, and a nine-foot-sized statue of a gray-robed saint of literary Taoism appeared behind him.

This saint is holding a scroll in his hand, dressed in simple clothes, surrounded by bamboos and stones, illuminated by the bright moon, writing with awe-inspiring aura, and with the sun, moon and stars on his shoulders.

But a closer look at his face made people feel horrified - he looked exactly like Wang Zhixin himself.

One can't help but make people gasp, wondering what kind of visualization diagram this little saint on the Qilin List has found while walking around the world in Chang'an School.

The Dharma image is standing with a scroll, and there are five qi on the top of the head - the five colors of red, black, blue, yellow and plain. This is a symbol that Wang Zhixin passed through the five great sacred treasures in the realm of return to Tibet. There are five types of magical powers nurtured in the Dharma.

As the celebratory clouds passed by, the saint lowered his eyebrows, it seemed as if someone was crying, and the sound of chanting sutras like ghosts crying at night came. This chanting sound was loud and peaceful, as if it could frighten gods and ghosts, and ward off evil spirits!

"The magical power obtained by digging out the divine treasure of the liver is called Taiping Fu by my disciples, and I also ask the teacher to taste it."

Wang Zhixin put his big sleeves behind his back, and the saint also leaned down. What he recited in his mouth were all compiled by himself, or the Confucian and Taoist principles conveyed by Zhang Qinghe. These principles were connected with rituals that were more profound than those chanted by the Zaxue Shui Tribe. For the sake of the profound and upright heaven, the scattered cries and howls in the field were instantly dispersed...

Since their physical body was low in cultivation, one after another, the mixed-blood mermaids suddenly had their heads exploded, blood splattered, and the smell of fish mixed with the smell of blood, making it impossible for them to survive.

"The empty spirit is not ignorant, and everything comes out of everything because of all the principles. There is no reason outside the heart, and there is nothing outside the heart..."

The saint's Dharma image still kept talking, and the mud ball palace between the eyebrows of the Daoji realm fishman suddenly broke open, and his soul also turned into powder, and there was a diffuse brilliance between heaven and earth...

"Ouch!!!"

The screams were endless, and so were the teachings of the holy way. Liu Mao and Liu Biao had no time to react, and their heads were suddenly exploded, leaving not even the slightest trace.

Within a few breaths, there was no living thing in the field except the bloody corpse and the sleeping Li Ping'an.

Zhang Qinghe was speechless as he looked at it - No, is this how I teach you to reason?

Don't try to reason with Wang Zhixin when you encounter evil spirits in the future, it will be so miserable.

"Alright."

Zhang Qing and Qianqian made some comments. He also knew that Wang Zhixin showed his Dharma sign not to deal with these miscellaneous fish, and the two of them turned to look behind them.

There, the shrine had mysteriously disappeared.