The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Take refuge in my God, the land of peace and tranquility in which all things in the sky rest."

"Ants……"

"A vain effort."

"Daozi is alive."

"The way of this branch belongs to the higher authorities and cannot be interfered with."

Rich and complex emotions filled the space, but Zhang Qinghe and Wang Zhixin, who had been upgraded to communicate with heaven and earth, and the Tao entangled themselves, heard clearly.

"Wang Zhixin", whose body was taken over by Zhang Qinghe at the same time, frowned deeply. Although some of the words he heard echoed his guesses and answered his doubts, they also proved that this How desperate Fang Dajie is.

He felt that the improvement of "The Painting Chapter" must be put on the agenda - since he could figure out a way to make the immortals and gods lose their appetite, he must also be able to figure out a way to disappear under the eyes of the immortals and gods.

Compared with Wenchang, Taiyin, Dongtian and others who were burdened with blood feud, Zhang Qinghe today is more inclined to find ways to escape.

"Daozi... they mean peace? It belongs to the top... which means that the Shuiyuan Fairy Mother cannot get involved. What does this mean?"

Wang Zhi asked doubtfully.

Zhang Qinghe thought it would be a good thing to tell Wang Zhixin the truth as early as possible, not to mention that he had already laid the groundwork when the Shuiyuan Son of God appeared.

"That is to say, if Ping An attains ultimate enlightenment, his piece of cake will already have an owner.

In their eyes, there is no process in the Zhongtian world, only cause and effect. "

Zhang Qinghe spoke calmly, not as if he was describing a desperate event, but as a trivial matter.

"So that's it. Zhi Xin had doubts before. Why didn't the monster in front of him take action even though the aura of Ping An Dao Fei was clearly exposed?"

"Fairy Mother Shuiyuan is also afraid of something. It depends on the owner when snatching the buns. What should be more concerned about is what she said before."

Wang Zhixin recalled the situation——

"Take refuge in my God, the land of peace and tranquility in which all things in the sky rest... What does the teacher mean?"

"That's right... Fairy Shui Yuan is really in Guixu of the East China Sea, and as the residence of Fairy Shui Yuan, Gui Xu can't be called the place where all things in the sky sleep and remain silent.

Penglai Xiandao has been guarded there for tens of thousands of years, and many of them have intermarryed with the Shui tribe. But why was it that the clan was established near Guixu instead of in the Cangjiang River? There are still secrets in Guixu. "

Zhang Qinghe spoke eloquently.

"I will inform Mu Yang when the time comes. He was assigned to go to the other side of the East China Sea last time. He must go to Penglai through Su Shenxiu. He is also involved in this matter."

Zhang Qinghe's expression was very determined, as if the Shui Yuan God Son, whose personality was on par with that of an immortal god, was no threat to them at all.

"Ants……"

That contemptuous emotion still flows in the incredible space among the nine senses, forming an unspeakable flow of information and communicating with the "Wang Zhixin".

He is outside the sky, and if he attacks a twig, there will be no harm at all. This is why He is so confident.

But suddenly, in the void outside the sky, there appeared another complex emotion that was competing with him. Converging with his information flow, the Shuiyuan God Son created out of thin air a group of people that should not exist in his group. of surprise and panic.

"Who do you call the ants?"

If there were any conscious living beings in the game between the two, they would definitely find it strange - what came out of "Wang Zhixin"'s mouth at this moment was also so indescribable, incommunicable, and distorted that it was generally illogical. , a disorganized Taoist sound.

However, compared to the roar of Shui Yuan Shenzi, this sound lacks the characteristics of pollution and turbidity. It seems that it has a hidden protection for those who cannot understand it, preventing them from being harmed by "knowledge".

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

This was out of disdain. He was just watching Wang Zhixin and Zhang Qinghe go to destruction without interfering, and the Shuiyuan Godson suddenly let out an extremely shocking roar of violence——

"How is it possible! How can a lowly ant break free from a branch!"

As soon as His emotions began to fluctuate, unknown organs and countless mouthparts were waving in the void. Tao came and went, and the void shattered, causing the surrounding area to flicker with flickering light spots.

In the perception of "Wang Zhixin" which has been elevated to the nine senses due to being in the divine position, it is quite brilliant.

"Not only do I want to break free, I also want to kill you."

The communication between these words was an abstract concept without time and space. It changed almost in an instant. Wang Zhixin's appearance as a literary and Taoist saint who was originally nine feet tall had inexplicably changed, and there were visions emerging from nothingness. Rising from the middle.

Infinite light and infinite life came from the sky, carrying pure fairy spirit energy and the breath of chaos. An indescribable great being stood alone on the immortal platform where the heavens were intertwined, with his back to the common people, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Under the Immortal Platform, there are many phantoms of the heavens emerging from the void, and disappearing from the void, and countless strange and bizarre worlds appear in it.

And among the heavens, one immortal monarch came out one after another holding a wat board and stepping on a star. The noble and irrefutable charm of the great road circulated around each statue, as if just one statue came out and it was enough to confuse the way of heaven.

However, they were kneeling down and respectfully performing rituals like that Taoist priest in white. Heavenly congratulations and inexplicable sacrificial music were endless. The scene was majestic and holy. Wang Zhixin tried his best to see the Taoist priest's face clearly, but suddenly he was moved. The pupils controlled by Zhang Qinghe shrank, and for a moment he forgot that this was just a Dharma image.

He also took advantage of the situation and sensed that these immortal kings were completely different from the immortal gods he knew. They were soft and not constricted, just like the orthodox Tao, which was conducive to the survival of all things without competition.

Among these immortal kings, there are only a few who have solid figures——

One statue and the other two stood in the front, dressed in gray robes, as if they were carrying the holy way of the world, with great righteousness and cleansing away all evil spirits.

A statue has its feet on a star that seems to stir up the world's murderous aura. It is dressed in a unicorn suit and its eyes are wide open with anger...

Wang Zhixin recognized that the literary saint at the front was clearly his own appearance as a literary saint. Even his facial features were the same as his own.

"I haven't been born since my Dharma form was formed. The main reason is that the seats here are too empty and there are not many people."

Zhang Qinghe sighed teasingly at Wang Zhixin in his heart, and then "Wang Zhixin" looked aside and shouted——

"town!"

The white-clothed Taoist with his back to the common people seemed to have picked an inexplicable seal at random. In the state of being banished to immortals, the Taoist rules surrounding "Wang Zhixin" began to weave together. From among the ten thousand immortals, illusory magical powers appeared, towards them. The Shuiyuan God Son has been suppressed and killed with unstoppable peerless power - his power is comparable to that of a cave!

"O Zhixin, what do you think my Dharma image should be called?"

Zhang Qinghe didn't even look at the result, he asked half playfully, half distressed.