The indescribable Taoist Lord

The rain that had stagnated the night before started falling again, covering the bright moon and tending to get heavier.

The roar of thunder was exactly the same as the low roar among the black clouds in the shady mountains.

Zhang Qinghe confronted the monster, tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and held the iron sword across his chest.

The student's green clothes are already soaked through.

Ignoring the hair that fell on his forehead due to raindrops, he could only stare straight ahead.

Although Zhang Qinghe already had the ability to drive away objects and wield a sword, his instinctive fear still made him hold the hilt of the sword tightly, and his palms were turned white by his fingernails.

If Li Shaobai's sword-wielding skills were on the spot, everyone would definitely make corrections - holding the sword needs to be casual and natural, with ease and ease. The grip should be firm, not tight.

But of course Zhang Qinghe couldn't do it.

Maybe no one knows the concept of zhangxu, so based on Zhang Qinghe's figure, the "Li Qingluo" in front of her is probably as tall as the two of him.

What a delicate girl.

Although he had experienced life and death several times in just a few days, facing such a vicious creature would still make him terrified.

Not to mention that the evil thing in front of him still has a vague spiritual distortion.

Although relying on the effect of "Xiaoyaoyou", he only had some pain in his head, but he had no fighting experience, so he was in a lot of trouble.

The evil thing twisted its huge tentacles behind it and pounced on it, its figure was incredibly fast.

Zhang Qinghe couldn't care about anything else, and the sword fell to the ground with a sound.

This thing has the characteristics of the One Realm, but does not have the magical powers of the One Realm. In the final analysis, it is still a beast that only craves blood, has a simple mind, but has an extremely powerful physique.

You must know that before the One Realm, a monk's magical power mainly lies in his spiritual energy and soul.

What a blessing.

His figure quickly retreated, like a cloud that was unstable and elusive, but in the end he exposed many flaws and was whipped several times by the tentacles behind Li Qingluo.

Fortunately, he pulled away in time, only his flesh and skin were exposed, and no bones were seen.

Blood trickled down his arm, mixed with rainwater and fell into the immortal soil in front of him.

Immortal earth phenomena can weaken it!

Otherwise, the ferocious and chaotic blood surrounding this evil body would corrode his body, even if it would not drive him crazy because of Daozang.

Zhang Qinghe was a little surprised.

Seeing that the evil thing was still running forward, he no longer fought with it, intending to deal with it.

He rolled up his sleeves with his fingers, and the long sword that he had deliberately left in place when he retreated was slashed out, reaching straight for the evil creature's waist.

With so little experience, he could think of this as a great success.

He was not sure whether this thing was a spinal creature and whether it could lose its mobility under this sword, but what was certain was that when Xu Jianshan talked about the only realm, he once said

——"The loss of the five internal organs cannot lead to death, and the cutting off of limbs cannot lead to inaction. Although there is no miracle of rebirth with a drop of blood, the body is already like a dragon."

It is indeed biased to compare the body of the One Realm to a dragon, but the Only Realm is an alien among the souls of the middle three realms. The spirit and the flesh are each other's exterior and interior, strengthening each other, just like the physical body is gradually polished.

Therefore, the five internal organs and other vital organs are completely useless to the only realm, let alone such evil things that are no longer human structures.

The pouring rain was actually cut into a cross section by the arc-shaped silver light transformed by the iron sword, which was less than half a breath away. Brother Daoji's eyesight was so good that the space seemed to freeze for a moment in his eyes.

The sword blade then slashed hard on the demon's torso.

However, Zhang Qinghe's expression changed drastically, and he jumped back again and again, and a series of confused shadows flashed across the rain.

It was indeed chopped up, and it didn't feel like gold and iron, but like a piece of tofu, the fleshy texture was cut cleanly and fell to the ground with a crash.

However, the cut did not reach the waist.

A certain tentacle behind him seemed to have its own consciousness, blocking the stream of light that the long sword turned into.

The original intention was to swipe it away with contempt, but it was easily chopped to the ground.

The thigh-thick dark brown tentacles dripped with foul-smelling pus and blood and fell heavily into the rain.

Then it turned into ashes and dissipated along with the fine spring rain, no different from the muddy water stirred up on the ground.

It roared with rage and fury.

Zhang Qinghe had some confidence in his heart that the rare treasure he had used to refine the natal object could indeed effectively harm the body of the evil object.

This has nothing to do with the physical strength of the demon, but stems from the suppression of his personality.

It was like a ferocious beast had to lower its head when it saw Shi Huan, even if it was not there, it just left a little remnant.

Class exists naturally, whether it is indescribable or mortal.

Of course, their class is more explicit.

Since this sword is useful, it's okay.

Zhang Qinghe's method of guarding objects left in Qingqing Weapon Breeding Technique, the sword light flew, and the clear spiritual energy weaved into a vertical and horizontal barrier in front of him, exuding the unique sharpness of the sword's edge.

There are no more than three fighting methods that can be used in the lower three realms in "Xingxiu Nurturing Artifacts".

One is called "Buxing Luo", which is the method of guarding objects that Zhang Qinghe used as a defensive ability in front of him. However, in fact, it is an excellent offensive method after mastering it.

One is called "Tian Sliding". Tian Sliding is another name for shooting stars. As the name suggests, it has the ability to increase the speed of natal objects to the extreme.

The last door made Zhang Qinghe confused.

——"Sacrificial Vessel Law"

Use the divine vessel to complete the divine vessel. Use your body to sacrifice the vessel, and the vessel's entire body will be destroyed.

It's exactly the same as Xiao Wu's performance of holding the broken knife.

When he was running his skills in the middle of the night, he already had doubts about it.

"Xingxiu Nurturing Artifacts" may be far more than just a deviant skill.

This method of protecting the Tao probably wandered out from the Heavenly Palace and was brought to the pavilion by a certain master without him knowing it.

Zhang Qinghe was a little embarrassed.

This is called, there are no guns or cannons, the enemy makes them for us.

He did have some room to be arrogant - although he was still the porcelain doll that would break into pieces if the evil spirit came close to him, Li Qingluo did not dare to come near due to the sharpness of the iron sword.

Just because it has no brains doesn't mean it doesn't know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

However, the crazy desire for Zhang Qinghe's flesh and blood drove her unwilling to leave.

For a while, the two were in a stalemate.

"Let's chat for a while?"

Zhang Qinghe suppressed his fear and joked, and kept making secrets in his hands. The light of his sword was filled with the pure spirit of the fairy land.

What responded to him was an incomprehensible roar and a tentacle that was so angry that he couldn't help but extend it into the sword net.

There was a crackling and stirring, and the minced meat splashed onto Zhang Qinghe's face.

The pus and blood slid down from his face and dripped to his chin, before slowly turning into ashes.

Zhang Qinghe looked stiff.

Fortunately, the dense celestial soil blocked out the indescribable characteristics given by evil creatures in flesh and blood, otherwise Zhang Qinghe would have lost half of his face.

He didn't reach out to wipe it, Yin Jie must not stop, otherwise the evil thing would suddenly pounce over at the next moment, opening its mouth wide enough to swallow half of his body.

But this is definitely not an option.

As if she was finally tired of waiting, and as if her desire for Zhang Qinghe surpassed her fear of injury, the length of the remaining six tentacles behind Li Qingluo increased greatly, twisting and squirming towards Zhang Qinghe...