The indescribable Taoist Lord

On the unknowable high sky of the great realm of Zhongtian.

Spanning eternity, in the boundless and silent void, there are three unspeakably terrifying black figures looking up.

One statue seems to represent chaos and disorder, and all the madness and chaos in the concept are generated by him. He confuses knowledge and regulates concepts so that nothing can bear this secret disorder. He is not chaos, he just represents the concept of disorder.

One represents unimaginable infectivity and gives the evil the purest pollution characteristics. It pollutes all concepts and makes the avenue emit the most extreme stench. It rots all tangible and intangible spiritual qualities, and makes this kind of invasion The dye changes from one to many. He is not the source of filth, He is filth itself.

There is another statue, with all kinds of light and veins intertwined on its figure, it is difficult to draw its appearance, and it is impossible to interpret its state. He absorbs all the nutrients in the time and space of the Zhongtian world. All things grow old, sick and die under his control, and the universe becomes The dust is reorganized. For Him, time is not a process, but a state. Space is determined and weighed by Him, between the virtuality and reality of existence and nothingness.

These three figures cannot be seen as entities. They seem to be consciousnesses born from a certain abnormal concept. When they breathe rhythmically, it is the birth and death of the avenue, the lament of the living soul. They are detached from the big world and seem to be parasitic. In the great world. No immortal god knows why they raise their heads in such a weird way...

To be precise, I cannot think about it, I dare not think about it, what is there in the unknown place that is heavier and higher than that?

And these three beings...

One is to call upon the Heavenly Lord of Taixuan Shengmiaoshijing;

One is to call the Heavenly Lord of Taiyuan Dongming Dao Realm;

One, call Taixu to induce the Heavenly Lord;

Under their bodies, there are densely packed immortal Tao fruits that are as disgusting as tumors. These Tao fruits are also breathing in accordance with the rhythm of the three deities, and are rooted in the forcibly embodied positions, which are like the blood vessels of the great world in the middle of the sky.

The immortals and gods hovering above these Dao Fruits are ugly and have different appearances, but none of them can escape the barriers of the mixed auras of the three extremely frightening figures at the top. On each of the gods, They all carry chaos and contamination, spanning time and space.

It's as if they were born from the three people in the highest heaven, just like... they are the children of those three people.

The three statues are like the incarnation of some kind of Tao, operating mechanically. If there are living beings praying, they are just lowering their projections, unconsciously responding to mercy, simulating some kind of godhead, otherwise the great world of Zhongtian cannot even carry them. Any cultivation with subjective will, they are the most deformed and sophisticated procedures

——This book seems to be the eternal norm.

However, I don’t know which time point it is, nor can I trace it back to which space, nor can I find any clues to the principles. Some kind of mutation has occurred.

The chaos around the three great masters began to rhyme, and the great avenues trembled even more. The low-level immortals, densely packed like maggots, twisted and roared uneasily, and then stopped in silence in fear.

The bodies of all the Star Lords trembled, and their fingers, claws, tentacles, or indescribable spiritual qualities all went limp according to instinct.

The emperors of the five directions nodded and stood quietly. The tattered dragon robes woven by countless worms also shriveled up and stopped floating. The eyes of the Zhongtian God no longer contained resentment, but more of confusion and surprise. The remaining statues had different shapes. The emperor did not even dare to express his subjective emotions, and was immersed in provoking his own path.

Several inexplicable Taoist sounds that even Xingjun could not understand, and which were spoken as Tianxian, circulated and communicated among the Taoist Masters. One contained powerful contagious power, one represented the most extreme distortion, and one traveled through the universe and the void. ,Throughout.

"It's Taishi..."

"He does something strange."

"where?"

As if asking and answering themselves, these three voices do not appear in one time and space, but seem to penetrate every time and space. Chaos beats gongs and drums, with disgusting and noisy joy, stirring this unknown dimension.

It felt like there was no answer, and the three statues fell silent after spitting out the sound of the sky.

But this exchange seemed like a moment, and it seemed like an eternity. All kinds of great ways came and went, and a new order was formed. The ways and principles of the three great ways were passed into every immortal god's way and fruit in every heaven, causing a burst of chaotic turmoil. .

After the distortion and agitation of the Heavenly Dao around the three statues, it returned to calmness and continued to flow as usual, as if what had just happened was just a trivial matter worthy of their brief discussion.

They still raised their heads like that, looking sacred yet ugly, as if they were swallowing something. Their postures were dignified and greedy, which is terrifying when you think about it carefully...

In a place that is more unknown than the Chongtian where the Taoist Masters are, the air of death and silence is strong. This extreme silence also has the characteristics of a pure and sacred spirit, with a vague spiritual light. A body that is between the tangible and the The invisible huge corpse loomed, and it was impossible to figure out whether this body existed, but an invisible silence and sorrow lingered, and there was a ritual music to wail for it. Chaos wanted to bury it, but was unable to do anything. It seemed that it could only watch. As He suffered such blasphemy...

Depressing and hopeless.

Zhongtian Great Realm, Immortal Tang, Chang'an, outside the portal.

The patrolling officer carefully attached his soul to a salesman who came to the city to do business. He looked at Zhijinwu, who looked solemn, but in his heart was extremely stupid. After a brief interrogation, he let the person go and smiled crookedly.

That idiot on duty, the Spiritual Officer on duty, was able to break into the hands of a little kid together with the Five Plagues Star Lord in Lantian, and even caused the adults to be seriously injured due to Taiyin. Fortunately, he would have died, otherwise...

This time, my lord sent him to Chang'an to make arrangements for the Chang'an school. He must not let me down.

"Thank you, sirs..."

The patrol officer said this, nodded to the officials honestly, and then picked up the shelf and headed to Chang'an City.

"It doesn't matter what happens."

"It should."

He saw that some of them Zhi Jinwu actually responded to him enthusiastically and showed a rare smile, as if they had been waiting for a long time. He wondered, are the officials in Chang'an so elegant and easy-going recently?

Even though he was just an evil creature that swallowed a personality and simulated it as a human being, he still had to admire Xian Tang's teachings.

The day patrol officer was confused and walked forward calmly. Suddenly, a greasy fat man in black clothes and brocade robe was scratched by the shelf. He seemed to be a wealthy member of some family.

He sighed inwardly, feeling that he was in trouble, but he pretended to be frightened, and immediately put down his clothes and knelt down...

"Sir, this villain didn't mean it, it didn't mean it..."

Ou Yanliang looked at him kindly, as if he was sizing up some treasure.

"Young men don't need to apologize, but I, the old man, have to apologize to you first!"

The patrolling officer was confused for a moment.

He saw dozens of plain-clothed delinquents and several red-clothed delinquents and green-clothed delinquents surrounding him on three levels inside and three outside.

"Take them away and torture them, there's no need to hold your breath, these evil people are very tough..."

"The Holy Lord really knows things like a god. Not only does he know that you evil demons must be dirty, but he has also found the rightful owner."

Fatty Ou thought flatteringly and cupped his hands in the direction of Qiantian Palace. After turning his head, his gentle eyes immediately turned fierce.

"Chang'an City, when will it be your turn for evil people to run wild?"