Zhang Qinghe slid down the portal, unlike the Taiyin Xingjun who took him to forcibly break into the internal organs of the secret realm held by the sun, he took the "regular" path this time.

The cavity of this evil creature has been completely developed, and it is quite loose!

Zhang Qinghe was led by Daowen and looked at the scarred inside of the evil thing, and was amazed.

I've seen a lot, and I've actually adapted to such a strange aesthetic.

If Zhang Qinghe only took a cursory look at it before, then now, he really realized how much power Prince Yin had thousands of years ago.

Not only was the Daowen wrapped in and smashed into those flesh and blood tissues that were constantly growing, smashing them into pus and blood, but also the place where the tongue and teeth were pulled out were covered with this layer of faint inspiration, as if the hidden prince naturally had the power to curb the growth of these evil flesh and blood.

In the midst of his tremor, his feet finally stepped on the ground.

Yes, that's right, on the ground.

It wasn't proliferating flesh and blood, no sticky and disgusting tentacles, no crazy chanting sounds, and everywhere he could see with his eyes open, there was nothing unusual except for the sermons that were constantly breaking free and like living creatures that were serving as stars in the sky.

In the secret realm as wide as a small world, there is a bluestone slab that is indistinguishable from the city of Zhen'an, as if it has been solidified by some kind of Taoism, and a shining spiritual light gathers between Zhang Qing and the trampling.

If he hadn't been able to slightly feel the soft and waxy sensation spread by the "soil" embedded in the stone slab under his feet because of the uncomfortable and difficult sensation, he would really think that he had entered the cave blessed land of some real immortal person.

"Prince Hide...... This is a complete overhaul of the internal space of this Holy Realm evil thing......"

Zhang Qinghe carefully observed everything around him, the hidden aura of the iron sword disappeared, and a breath of the superior spread, overriding the chaotic and obedient feeling of this secret realm.

I haven't used it for many days, but it has improved a little again with the growth of the Qinghe Divine Soul, and the level of the Spirit Treasure is approaching the Dao Treasure.

Dao Wen, who was a star, seemed to sense something, and trembled and resonated, and the golden divine chain trembled slightly.

The entire sermon that was used as a starry sky seemed to have dimmed a little, but the brilliance of the iron sword was still remarkable, as if it was the center of the universe.

Zhang Qinghe didn't expect such a big reaction, he carefully spied the iron sword with his spiritual vision, and found that the seeping eyes in the middle of it were still as gray as stone, there was nothing abnormal, and the meridians that spread like cracks were just surging slowly and rhythmically like a deep sleep.

Put your mind at ease.

"Inheritance in the southeast, bones in the southwest......"

Zhang Qinghe silently calculated the position explained by Li Huizhi, and decided to go and take the inheritance of the Yin Prince's talisman array first.

He was about to turn off his vision, but suddenly he saw something, he was startled into a cold sweat, and his nameless graceful steps unfolded, and the iron sword was held in his hand, and he was about to slash out.

It was a young figure as thin as a dead corpse, and the wide brocade robe was out of place for him.

With a pale face, dull pupils, and a body that did not look like a living person, he approached him little by little.

"Spiritual ......"

Behind Zhang Qinghe, a bell rang with a strange rhythm, pulling the slowly rickety figure to speed up the pace.

Zhang Qing and the iron sword clenched, and his palms were a little sweaty......

"No breath......" He sensed for a moment, but found nothing unusual.

He knew what was in front of him, but he didn't dare bet.

Tianhua took Zhang Qinghe's body into a murderous sword light, and slashed out horizontally at an incredible angle.

Sure enough, as expected, there was no sense of physical impact.

The corpse-like child was like a spiritual substance, penetrating Zhang Qinghe's body straight through, not affected by the sword light at all, and walked towards the source of the bell.

Sure enough, as Li Huizhi explained, in the secret realm, due to Prince Yin's deliberate actions for a certain purpose, the boundaries of time and space are not clear, and the illusion left over from ten years ago will be repeated in a short time.

Of course, it was tampered with by Li Huizhi, the version that Li Ping'an saw.

"But this old prince doesn't know that we have spiritual vision...... Isn't this a casual look at the truth?"

Moreover, he also understood the worries of the Demon King, and he was not afraid that he would know about the past and trigger some kind of mysterious power, just like the grotesque Tao and reason brought about by the secrecy of the Yin Mountain.

Zhang Qinghe stared at the door where he had just entered, and sure enough, a young Li Ping'an, dressed in a purple jacket and carved in pink, walked in with a confused face.

Wait a minute...... Zhang Qinghe compared the skeletons of the two.

Although the flesh and blood of the corpse-like figure had almost long been attached to the bones, like a number of withered firewood branches, it was still obvious that the corpse-like figure had a slightly smaller bone age......

"Peace is actually the eldest son......"

Zhang Qinghe calmed down, he originally planned to take the inheritance and deal with the current matter, but now that he has collided, he is also taking advantage of the convenience to find out.

The space here is unpredictable, and the next time I encounter this photo I don't know will be a few years later!

He followed Li Ping'an's figure, and the three of them walked one after the other, towards the southeast corner of the secret realm.

There, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.

The endless Dao texts were locked, forming thousands of dense formations, linked by the gods of order, leading to the purest avenue of heaven and earth that did not pass through the immortals.

He'd seen this thing two days ago—

This is clearly a ban on the formation pattern that Zhang Buqi handed over to Li Huizhi to save his life.

Li Huizhi sat in the middle of the right, and the chain of order gods was locked into his mud pill palace one by one, as if he had reached the final stage of incorporating this rune array prohibition into his body, and he had exhausted all his mind at all, and he did not find anyone for the time being.

"The old prince, this wicked man, has done a really thorough job. ”

Zhang Qinghe figured out the key points, and sighed with pity-

He closed his spiritual vision, and there was a formation that exuded an ominous aura, which was naturally opposed to the orthodox immortal avenue between heaven and earth.

And in the middle sat a figure, a grotesque, evil, and terrifying figure that is difficult to describe in words, needless to say, the face is the appearance of the Demon King.

He took a few steps forward, held the head of his heir, condensed the essence and blood from the five orifices of his heir, and grinned strangely at the base of his ear, revealing his fangs, poking out his tongue that was like a fleshy whisker, and began to suck intoxicatedly.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the appearance of purgatory in front of him, and he already understood half of the matter.

Li Huizhi used his means to change the ins and outs...... It's really thorough......