After constructing the chain of order in Zhang Qinghe's divine soul, he cowered and acted like a little daughter-in-law who had just come to the door.

Zhang Qinghe has been holding back this kind of spirit can be regarded as a land, he doesn't care about those cowering sermons, under the locks of the Order God Chain, he has to pull a few pieces over at once, and stuff the still somewhat tight passage connecting the divine soul in the Meixin Mud Pill Palace.

"Come over to me!"

His teeth loosened slightly, and the Taoist inheritance, which was originally a little difficult for him to bear, could not be posed a threat now that he had made a breakthrough in his cultivation.

Previously, because of Zhang Qinghe's affinity with the Dao's physique, and because these Taos themselves originated from the immortals, his physique had a strong attraction to these keys that represented the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But now, Zhang Qinghe has used his own soul to derive the chain of locking the sky, from the original trembling little white rabbit, to a big bad wolf who wants to hunt and devour them, who can withstand this!

Zhang Qinghe was also surprised, a large part of the inheritance he had received before was about the inheritance method of this Heavenly Chain, and he was originally curious about how the thing that represented a certain order was practiced, but after accepting the previous inheritance, he struggled to separate his energy and ponder - this so-called Heavenly Chain is not a method of manipulating the divine soul!

He's doing it! Isn't this very compatible with the Constellation Cultivation Method!

He had already figured out that Prince Yin was a big man in the Heavenly Palace in the past, and now he saw the core of his chain of order, and combined with the words that Sun Xingjun inadvertently revealed, he had already determined in his heart that Prince Yin was probably the so-called "Emperor of the Eastern Heavens" in the mouth of the sun!

"There are really people everywhere in this heavenly palace......"

Zhang Qinghe leisurely imprinted a few sermons into his soul spirituality, because he was accustomed to these slight pains, and perhaps because the carrying capacity of the soul had increased significantly, he was able to think carefully about these insignificant things.

"However, this organization is so loose, neither similar to the sect nor similar to the family, there are many factions in it, and I don't know what the purpose is, and who created it......"

The movements between Zhang Qing and Ziyu became faster and faster, and between the words, several sermons were imprinted into his mind.

"If the hidden prince Li Chengtian is the Eastern Heavenly Emperor as I speculated, then he already belongs to the first sequence of existence in the Heavenly Palace, after all, even if the Star Monarch Emperor's divine card is arbitrary, but smart people always have to weigh whether they are worthy of the name.

And Li Chengtian's Taoist inheritance comes from that mysterious "teacher", and now it seems that this chain of order is also inextricably linked with the small method of cultivating gods......

So even if this teacher is not the founder of the Heavenly Palace, he is also an existence in the Heavenly Palace, worthy of the title of one of the Three Great Dao Venerables, and he has a lot to do with the founder of the Heavenly Palace. ”

Zhang Qinghe did not stagnate the capture of Daowen by the divine chain, he took Prince Yin's brain and turned it into his own, as for whether it can be digested, that is a matter of later, after all, even if it is the Demon King Li Huizhi, he may not dare to say that he has integrated most of the things of his ancestors now.

Zhang Qinghe was also worried about borrowing too much from the path of his predecessors, but when Zhang Qinghe was branded with the first sermon, he dispelled his worries.

These sermons, as if he had figured them out by himself, were more than a little better than he expected, although they lacked self-polishing, but they were just water grinding skills.

"In this way, Zhang Buqi is also a person from the Heavenly Palace, otherwise it would be impossible to lock the heavenly chain. There are only two known sources of the Heavenly Chain, one is the head of the Hidden Prince, and the other is the Master of the Hidden Prince.

Moreover...... Under the robe of martial arts, it is likely to be Zhang Buqi's face, who will lock the heavenly chain, is a person from the Heavenly Palace, and just appeared in Zhen'an hundreds of years ago, if it is someone else, the entire Zhongtian will not find a more coincidental thing than this......"

Zhang Qinghe's face was complicated, and in his impression, the handsome and handsome father who seemed to be contemplating the righteousness of heaven and earth had become a chess player who guided and calculated himself step by step.

First of all, regardless of whether Zhang Buqi knows that he is no longer the original Zhang Qinghe, but he has been guided step by step since he entered Chang'an School......

He seemed to be making some kind of deal with Wenchang Xingjun, deliberately guiding himself to the position of Wude Xingjun.

Ning this is also want me to pick up Ning's plate?

Zhang Qinghe only felt tired, these people didn't seem to be able to see malicious intent now, but not to mention Li Huizhi, Li Shaobai, Li Mo or this Zhang Buqi who popped up now, it seemed that they all wanted to stuff him with a lot of things, which made him very awkward.

He shook his head, didn't care about any of this, but held his breath—

It's just that in the void, only the last Dao Wen is quietly extinguished, firmly locked by the chain of order stretched out in front of Zhang Qinghe's forehead, no matter how he changes his state between the void and the real, there is no way to escape.

Zhang Qinghe solemnly pulled this piece of Daowen into his forehead, and then decisively handed it into the Mud Pill Palace, and deeply imprinted it on the soul.

For a while, those Taoist texts in Zhang Qinghe's Mud Pill Palace suddenly seemed to re-evolve into the universe he had seen before, with his divine soul as the center, carrying more than 3,000 unrestrained and free Taoist rules, quietly circulating, although illusory, but like a re-enactment of a small Zhongtian.

"It's a ......"

Zhang Qinghe sank into his heart, observed carefully for a while, felt the amazing power inside, and came to such a conclusion.

"These more than 3,000 words of sermon actually formed a subtle and subtle array, and with the help of this small array, ......"

Zhang Qinghe's face was a little pale.

"It's obviously taking a big advantage, why do I think it's so unpleasant?"

Li Huizhi was on the city wall of Zhen'an at the moment, preparing for war in full swing, he knew what kind of existence was coming, but he couldn't be sure whether this high mountain-like city pass, this vast star-like array could stop him, but he didn't want to retreat, and he couldn't retreat.

The word "retreat" of his retreat has always been the retreat of the enemy, not the return of the enemy.

He naturally could easily feel that Zhang Qinghe had taken something, his always solemn expression softened slightly, and his eyes suddenly sharpened when he looked at the 100,000 mountains, which was a manifestation of the fact that the major matter in his heart was solved, and there was no worries.

There is a father and there is a son, and he was a gambler in his youth, and now he has won half of this gamble.

"It's okay, I couldn't nail you through this reptile ten years ago, which is a big regret in my life. ”

With the blood halberd in hand, the eyes of the overlord of this feudal territory are stained with blood......

And Zhang Qinghe's tinkering in the secret realm, he didn't pay attention to it anymore......