The sound of the Tao poured down involuntarily, and the place where this "Taisu" lived also changed with one of them, Zhang Qing sang an ode to the avenue between his thoughts, and all the miraculous scenes of heaven and earth were manifested autonomously.

The phantom of the fairy spirit is repeated, or solemnly and quietly, or intoxicated, there is a great avenue from the galaxy, from the sky everywhere, like a spiritual thing that has been untied, accompanied by the manifestation of the golden lotus and the flower of the avenue full of heaven, from the sky surging with indescribable emotions.

"The weather is swinging, and my road is prosperous!"

"The weather is swinging, and my road is prosperous!"

"The weather is swinging, and my road is prosperous!"

The heavenly sound of the Great Dao represented by the "Duren Sutra" is constantly reverberating, from the knowable place, from the unknown place, every mysterious vision is trembling and echoing, and every originally empty realm is chanting and responding.

Everywhere the Dao sound can reach, it is all a flash of fairy light, and heaven and earth have recovered from silence.

Zhang Qinghe stood in the sky, watching the wanton and arrogant demon bewitching under the sound of the Tao slowly withering, and breathed a long sigh of relief

- Naturally, there is no concept of "high and low" in this place, but it is only reborn by Zhang Qinghe's thoughts, and there is a reference.

The bronze coffin and the cold iron lock were also trembling, resonating with the sound of the Dao. Rather, they resonate more intensely.

In the tremor and resonance, it seems that there is something that Zhang Qinghe can't see through to come to life, chanting the classics, and handing the Dao Tianyin contained in the "Duren Sutra" directly to the place where Li Shaobai's so-called "corpse" is.

Gradually, with the singing of the "Sutra of Salvation", the languishing root is disappearing, the endless flesh whiskers are shrinking, and the enchantment constructed by the endless flesh and blood tentacles continues to collapse, until only the wisps of flesh and blood whiskers are drawn out of the bronze coffin, which have not reached the thickness of fingers, tenaciously entangled with the cold iron chains, but in the end they are also dissipated by the sound of the Tao into invisibility.

Zhang Qinghe took a long breath and stepped forward...... Approaching the layers of iron locks and heavy bronze coffins, stroking the delicate sermons, he exhaled a long breath-

He found the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and urged the body to close the body around Lingyuan.

I only heard a bang, and the bronze coffin was finally tightly covered, and the contents of it could not be seen for the time being. If you want to open this coffin completely, you have to untie the cold iron chains, and under normal circumstances, I am afraid that the great sage who is not proficient in the rune array will not be able to do it......

The cold iron "came to life", like a dragon and a snake, wrapping the bronze coffin more and more compactly.

"I still have to go...... Fang just moved like that, Xu is Zhongtian's handiwork.

Although the bronze coffin can lock the teacher's breath and alienation, so that he can rest his soul, but it has just been proven that it is not safe, the teacher is the anchor point used by the god of heaven to find me, but I must not leave him. ”

Zhang Qinghe frowned, he put the bronze coffin into the Xuan Capsule and sealed it, carefully integrating the spirit with the heavens, feeling the grandeur and majesty from the branches of the entire Zhongtian years, as if he was in an indescribable abyss, the vast and vast universe galaxy.

The heavens seemed to feel his intention and will, the concept of space collapsed, and the concept of time returned to nothing, as if returning to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, where heaven and earth had concepts but no substance, and only existed in the singularity of Zhang Qinghe.

The fairyland is no longer there, Zhang Qinghe naturally didn't dare to open his spiritual vision to observe, but even if he restricted his divergence and thinking, he could vaguely understand that under his feet was Tiandu, which was the most unprovoked place in the Zhongtian Great Realm.

He only felt that the years flowed out from the inexplicable source, like branches, and like rivers, but its shapes had strange and repeated overlaps, and this complex structure of materials could not be understood by the ordinary, and naturally it was not the whole picture of the years - Zhang Qinghe believed that this was still the gentle support of "Taisu......

Revise what he can't understand to what he can understand.

At least with his help, Zhang Qinghe understood the so-called "time"—an inexplicable concept that resembles a river and a tree, overlapping and twisting forward.

Wenchang said...... He gave me an anchor point, which he must have thought was the most appropriate one in his years.

But if you set up an anchor point, there should be a guide, but what about the road guide, where is the road guide?"

Zhang Qinghe had already counted the things he was carrying, but the Son of Heaven counted them away, even on the "Little Red Sky" Mobao that he felt was the most mysterious, there was no abnormal breath of time.

"I'm obviously ...... in my bag"

Saying this, he was suddenly stunned, there was one thing that he had been solemnly keeping, but he didn't think that Yu Wenchang's big game of chess was related.

It was a remnant of Li Shaobai before he entered the coffin, a half-saint soldier who had been broken to the point of not being shaped, but it was touted by Wenchang as "this sword can be ten thousand feet high"......

But is that really the case?

"There are people who are beautiful, and there are people in the sidewalks.

The splendid gentleman leads the child, and the child obliquely serves a green lotus ......"

Zhang Qinghe muttered to himself, pondering the lyrics of this paragraph.

"Blue Lotus ......"

He took out the "sword" that even the lotus platform sword grid was broken and cracked and looked at it carefully, even if he didn't find any clues, he had already locked on this sword weapon-

Wenchang will never do meaningless things, he is about to face Zhongtian, such a grim moment, he has not forgotten to sing this word, as if singing a story.

"By the way, he knows that my eyes are different from ordinary people. ”

Zhang Qinghe thought about it, blessed the Son of Heaven with his aura and spiritual vision, and at the same time poured his subjectivity completely into the sword, not accepting the vague impression from Tiandu......

"Sure enough. ”

Zhang Qinghe saw that above the green lotus, there was a light constantly lit up, bright and extinguished, echoing with the light point on an extremely subtle branch between the branches of the years.

"I found it...... This is the second time I have left my hometown?"

This Sujin young man was a little self-deprecating, his jade hand was lightly picked, and the Zhongtian years like a river were drawn closer to him, and it was not the ancient history of Zhongtian that approached him, or the ancient history of Zhongtian that he got closer to him.

Among them, there are heavenly battles, there are saints to punish evil, there are evil demons and cholera, and there are immortals and gods to manifest the world...... Countless confusing moments converged into a complex mess and fell into Zhang Qinghe's eyes, like a spot of light.

He is not an immortal god after all, and he can't be an immortal, and after looking at the perspective of an immortal god for a long time, he can't understand it, so he might as well return to the mortal world.

He looked for the branch of the years selected by Wenchang Xingjun, and he was eager to jump over and fall to the branch, and when he plunged into it, he was in his ears......

Perhaps it was not in his ears, but in his perception of being "too su", he heard a desperate and urgent cry, and heard a mortal in a hurry, praying in great fear and helplessness, and the gods he prayed to were all familiar to him......