"Ahh ”

After seeing the other party's origin, Zhang Qinghe made a joke to soothe his mood, and immediately began to dig and bury his mind.

- The flesh on his body had begun to crack, his face seemed to have countless eyes to open, and his torso was broken free of hundreds of millions of heads.

Bloody again.

It's a great time to see the true face of these ghosts......

In normal times, according to his heartfelt nature, he should not dare to glance at the sky.

Zhang Qinghe endured the collapse of reason and coped with the severe pain of this body.

Recite the heavenly sound of the Great Dao given by the ancestor:

Blind to it, the name is Yi;

If you don't hear it, your name is Xi;

I can't fight, and the name is small.

These three cannot be interrogated, so they are mixed into one. There is no darkness on the top, and there is no ambiguity on the bottom. The rope is indescribable, and it is nothing again......

The effect of the Great Dao Tianyin is very significant.

Between deep breaths, the alienated features on Zhang Qinghe's body gradually dissipated, and before he could put his mind at ease, there was another pain in his mind, and a faint weird feeling came from his eyebrows.

Suddenly, Zhang Qinghe's brain was bruised, and there was an illusion of blood flowing backwards.

He touched his hand lightly, and a vicious cry came. Come on, there is a ghost thing on his forehead, which is the last counterattack of the alienated spirit.

If he had a bronze mirror, he could see that his eyes were bloodshot, the whites of his eyes were more than ten times larger than the black, and he was peeking around at his surroundings. It protrudes at an incomprehensible angle, spins it around, and turns out large whites of its eyes, as if to observe the owner of this body.

Give somebody the creeps.

Zhang Qinghe didn't care about this, he continued to chant the Great Dao Tianyin that sounded in the heart lake, and the eyes in the center of the eyebrows finally closed, and finally only turned into a faint red mark.

"How can it be so simple to suppress it?" Zhang Qinghe was a little puzzled.

Although the indescribable dragon robe emperor he saw was only a projection left in the eyeballs of the sword body, the deity was still above the high heavens, and he never cast his gaze on him, but it could be regarded as seeing the true face indirectly, but he did not have a ten-thousandth of the pain when he was stared at by the three deities.

You know, he hasn't seen the faces of the three statues.

Zhang Qinghe can only attribute it to the magic of Dao Tianyin, and he doesn't think about anything else.

However, out of his reach, the jade divine tablet of the Martial De Xingjun in his arms exuded a warm light, as if he had clothed his spirituality with a soft veil......

Although he almost lost half his life, he finally achieved the purpose of placing his soul in this sword.

However, the eyes on the sword are related to the God of the Middle Heaven......

Zhang Qinghe rubbed the red marks on his forehead and couldn't help but have a headache.

It's not just related, maybe it's an eyeball on the skull, how did this kind of foul thing end up in the world?

If he was not mistaken, the indelible red mark on his head was the mark given to him by the God of Zhongtian out of instinct, and this thing was a time bomb.

It means that this beam is knotted, remember him.

Although Zhang Qinghe Youdao Tianyin can hide his existence and hide a little, who can guarantee that he will not be in touch with everything related to Zhongtian God in his life?

But if there are more lice, it won't be too itchy.

Hey, it's red again tonight.

In the three days of coming to Tahaotian, there were two nights when I had such an exciting time, and Zhang Qinghe was physically and mentally exhausted.

However, at this moment, he was in a hurry to test the Dao Protection Method, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he cheered up.

He put his two fingers together and made a sword point, and with just a slight move, there was a fluctuation of response from the iron sword, and it came to the front of him.

Zhang Qinghe has the illusion of blending with the sword, as if he has his own heart and eyes on the sword, and can see the world from the perspective of the sword.

"The Small Method of Cultivating Weapons in the Stars" is just a beginner, which makes people and artifacts have an incomprehensible close connection, which is difficult to do with the usual method of raising utensils and imperial arts.

Not to mention this device, it is still a "living" treasure.

With Zhang Qinghe's current mastery of this iron sword, even if it is to make it converge and disguise it as an ordinary spiritual weapon, it is not a problem.

Next, it is to slowly use the power of the stars to jointly refine the physical body and natal objects to achieve self-sublimation.

Again, it is the attack technique that comes with studying the law.

Zhang Qinghe felt that this method was not so much a superior Xuanjing Dao Protector Method, but rather a cultivation path that was very different from that of the righteous path monks, but the powerful fighting ability created by this path made it one of the ranks of the Dao Protector Method.

He's really picked up a bargain for nothing.

He was a big-hearted man, and when he thought of this, he was almost infected just now, and he planned to see the power of this Dao protection technique.

In the end, it's still the nature of the teenager.

But I have to say, traverser, who doesn't have a sword fairy feeling?

He walked outside the courtyard, and his right hand flung falsely, and the iron sword flew out like an extension of his arm, and turned into a clear light in the distant forest, neatly cutting off more than a dozen tentacles growing on the trees, and nailing through the thickest evil tree.

About the two of them hugged the thick tree, with a humanoid face and a horribly deformed tumor, and before the pus from the wound could flow out, it turned to ashes.

The castration of the sword was still unabated, and it pierced into the flesh and blood bonded Qingyan in one fell swoop, causing it to shrink in pain for a while, and several whiskers growing on the ground writhed wildly.

Burn marks also began to appear on the stones.

This characteristic of the Alien Treasure is strange, but it barely makes sense to think that it originates from those beings of higher personalities, and that there is a natural oppressive force on the distorted inferior spirituality of these things.

Zhang Qinghe made a move, and the long sword returned to his hand.

"The power is not bad, with the realm of Dao Ji, for the time being, you can only use the ability of imperial things, but there is not much difference from the sword technique. ”

Zhang Qinghe was confident that he would meet Xiao Wu again, and when he didn't dare to go all out, Xiao Wu couldn't help him in a short period of time.

"But ......"

Zhang Qinghe stepped forward and looked at the remaining ashes of the trees in confusion.

"Is this the effect of the alien treasure slashing the creatures that produce alienation...... Turning the spirit into ashes along with the flesh ......"

Zhang Qinghe frowned, this characteristic was too remarkable, and given that the monks in this world were more or less distorted and alienated spirituality, it was easy to pose a risk once they competed.

"If that's ......"

He restrained the aura of the strange treasure, and turned off the spiritual vision, and what appeared in front of him was only a peaceful pine forest and caryophyllum under the slender clouds and bright moon, and what hovered in front of him was only an ordinary spiritual sword.

He pointed again.

The long sword turned into a streamer and went quickly, penetrating more than a dozen trees in a row, and then stopped sharply as he pinched the trick, and the sword body turned back into his hand.

Except for a deep scar in the middle of the tree, which is not obvious, there is no other change, and there is no tendency to turn into ashes.

After trying a few superficial fighting methods, Zhang Qinghe nodded with satisfaction. He took the long sword and returned to the courtyard, and then closed the courtyard door neatly.

He took a long breath, remembering his powerlessness in the face of the Three Statues and the Zhongtian God, and looked at the quiet and bright sky in Chang'an Juku at this moment.

He clenched his fist, his mentality changed, and he recited softly-

"The Son of Evil Demon Heaven sits in the Jade Tower, when will Shengping Purgatory be closed......?

But after a long pause, he shook his head fiercely.

Be sober, this kind of world doesn't dare to expand, but it doesn't dare to expand......