The indescribable Taoist Lord

The Hundong realm is a hurdle for monks.

As Zhang Qinghe realized, when they arrived in the Hundong Cave, the monk's spiritual soul had been completely shaped into a certain immortal god worshiped, and his upgrade to a higher dimension was about to be completed, or in other words... he had dived into a deeper unknown.

The so-called "all calamities will not befall the body" is different from the emperor's ability to predict the enemy's opportunities and to observe changes in the energy. It is a manifestation of the complete inability of low dimensions to interfere with high dimensions.

It is often more difficult to fight back in a low realm than in other realms. He can only rely on his understanding of Tao principles and his idealistic and pure power such as sword intention.

Since the purple-robed royal family withdrew from the Hundong Realm's characteristic of being immune to all calamities, Zhang Qinghe's sword light was finally able to get close to him. The sword light was like stars in the sky, and like fire flowing from the sky.

The form dispersed and the spirit gathered, but it was unbelievably fast.

Zhang Qinghe forcibly sewed Bu Xingluo and Tian Hua together, hoping to show the cave ancestor something new.

"Sword intention, sword intention, what is sword intention? It's just a thought. If the thought is not pure, how can we talk about anything else."

Li Mo stood in the void, his tall figure motionless, and even his robes were not affected by the sword energy.

As if he was bored, Li Mo casually flicked his finger, and his brain collapsed again. Zhang Qinghe was once again covered in the forbidden spiritual curtain like mud.

The already red eyebrows became redder and redder, as if they were swollen.

After the mask of Wude Xingjun is put on, it becomes a state between ectoplasm and entity, with no actual defensive effect.

Zhang Qinghe's head was buzzing and he shook his head.

Hearing Li Mo's words again, he began to think about it.

Is he teaching me how to use a sword?

Zhang Qinghe thought of the sword he used to kill Xiao Liu. It was a sword without any skills or any superfluous sword. It was not Bu Xing Luo, not Tian Slipper, and certainly not Qiu Sha Sword Technique. When he turned around from Lantian, he could do it again. There has never been a sword like that.

People cannot be generalized. He once killed a Star Lord with one sword in extreme anger.

That sword was the product of thoughts, not skills.

Zhang Qinghe pondered for a moment, gently lifted the iron sword with his right hand and held it up with his left hand, replaying the scene in his mind, his eyes gradually turning red.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

When Zhang Qinghe's eyes were completely stained by the red color, he lightly unfolded his sword, and then stabbed straight at Li Mo.

His eyes were like red fire, drawing a straight path through the night.

But this sword was silent and contained hidden murderous intent.

Zhang Qinghe did not stir up any Tao principles, so there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed on it. This was just a sword like an ordinary fate star, but it carried great fearlessness and great courage.

What’s the explanation?

It's like the sky is leaning forward, Zhoushan has collapsed, and the Cangjiang River has stopped flowing; it's like the sun setting in the west and coming back from the east pole; like the jade rabbit sinking into death and silence in the cold; like being born toward death, and a gambler making a desperate bet...

Purple-robed Hundong saw this sword, nodded, and then shook his head.

"After all, it is still too complicated and messy. If you blindly copy the rhyme of others' humanity without sorting it out, and then forcefully gather it together with your own true meaning, it will be difficult to achieve anything great."

He still stretched out a finger, trying to catch the sword lightly. Looking at the movement alone, there was no momentum, but the void where he caught the sword was distorted, as if it could not bear such a strong force.

"Huh?"

But the current scene made the purple-robed royal family confused.

Zhang Qinghe originally had some lingering energy but did not use up all his strength. At this moment, his mood suddenly changed...

The peach blossom died in the spring breeze, but it will happen again next year!

This is the true meaning he captured when Li Shaobai was discussing swords with him!

This twist was very clever and natural, but in terms of the sword's momentum, it was a straight thrust that twisted the sword's edge, accidentally cutting into Li Mo's tiger's mouth.

Although the iron sword is only equivalent to a mysterious realm spiritual weapon when it is connected to the road, it is still a rare treasure, and its sharpness is difficult to predict.

At this moment, a fine spark burst out from the slash.

Li Mo stared blankly at the true meaning contained in this sword, with a look of nostalgia on his face. For a moment, he forgot to slap Zhang Qinghe away, letting the iron sword wear away his body in the cave realm.

The Bintie Sword was of extremely high status and already had high-dimensional characteristics. It actually made a small opening without Li Mo resisting.

A drop of blood with a mysterious purple meaning fell out, as if it was as heavy as tens of thousands of people, and it was about to fall to the bottom.

Only then did Li Mo react. He grabbed the drop of purple blood in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, Zhang Qinghe flew backwards.

He snorted coldly, with a cold tone, like the aura of a hidden dragon overwhelming the scene.

"Just trying to be clever!"

That's right, Li Mo's original intention was to force Zhang Qinghe to combine his sword intent, and Hunyuan Ruyi, but he didn't expect that he would add a whole mess of sword intent into it, making the artistic conception even more confusing. But he didn't expect it due to various reasons. Being put down.

But what he never thought was that it wasn't that Zhang Qinghe didn't understand what he meant, but that Zhang Qinghe just couldn't do it.

"Explanation of the Immortal Sword" is about observing hundreds of weapons and cultivating a sword, first intercepting other people's artistic conceptions, and then achieving one's own. He is still in the stage of observing the weapons, and he is still far away from cultivating a sword. !

Why is this person so good at being a teacher?

Zhang Qinghe sighed and stood up with his sword in hand. He vaguely felt that the state of being banished to immortals would disappear in at most half a stick of incense. Even if the purple-robed royal family in front of him let him go, he would not be able to do it. Fazi created an alibi for the Xu Mansion incident.

While he was struggling, Li Mo calmed down his emotions and flicked his sleeves.

"That's all. Although it's just a trick, you've passed the test. Just go and go... don't hang around in front of me..."

Li Mo's suffocating prison-like coercion withdrew, raised his hands to dissipate the restraint, and then lightly put his hands behind his back and dropped them to the ground.

Zhang Qing and Wude Xingjun looked at him deeply with their eyes under the masks, suppressed the doubts in their hearts, and moved to the east city several times. The breath-hiding method was even more powerful. When no one came out, he took off the mask and the iron sword, and released Entered into the mysterious bag and disappeared...

He distinguished carefully and found the brothel he had left at that time. After a few steps, he quietly stepped into one of the upper rooms.

Li Mo looked at the direction Zhang Qinghe was leaving. He smiled a little, but also felt some sympathy. Regarding the most complicated eyes in the world, Li Mo was one of them.

"Is it painful? It is painful! Even if it is a thousand catties of yellow lotus, it is difficult to describe its suffering!"

He pondered for a few steps and then recited a poem...

"I know that your immortal bones are free from cold and heat, and we will meet again at dusk after a thousand years..."

But before he could finish his pretense, four people followed him and stood around him, bending down respectfully. If the dignitaries in Chang'an saw this, they would definitely be shocked.

——These are the four great cultivators, the four delinquents in black clothes who are rumored to be able to stop children from crying at night!

"Why did the Holy Lord suddenly leave the palace tonight? He didn't even inform the humble officials."

"Why, I'm going for a walk in my backyard. Do I need your permission from Ou Yanliang?"

Li Mo said half-jokingly, and then seemed to think of something interesting, and decided to let out some more news.

"I met Tiangong Wu De on the way and fought with him a few times." Li Mo's words were very clever.

"What?!"

The four Xuanyi bad guys suddenly raised their heads with shock on their faces. Apparently they had already smelled the vague smell of blood that exuded the coercion of the emperor.

The Holy Lord was actually injured...

Thanks to Captain Ranran, Captain Xiaochen, and Boss 20200706 for the rewards!!!