Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

so cute?

No, is it that fierce?

Could it be that the dog on the opposite side really refined Erika into his shikigami?

The reincarnated people looked at each other in blank dismay, and then they felt that this possibility was very small.

Because the pay is not directly proportional to the harvest.

Leaving aside the difficulty of killing a peak sixth-order dragon species, after killing it, one has to face the crazy revenge of that world bug Lu Mingfei. Some were torn by hand.

As Lu Mingze said, the power that Lu Mingfei grasps is by no means a simple rule, but more like authority, similar to the will of the planet. In the world of dragons, he really exploded. Apart from himself, he is almost omnipotent .

And although the battle just now was mysterious and abnormal, the energy level was far from reaching the peak of the sixth order, otherwise the monk Zhishu would have been defeated in the first move.

So when the dog on the opposite side was pinching the Demon Sword Girl, he pinched the appearance of Mrs. Erikai?

How can it be repaired, the reincarnated people showed an angry look.

"Yes." The third Buddha's horn sounded silently, and only a few people of the sixth rank in the surrounding crowd noticed Zhishu's third attack.

"He has a clear mind?" Cedric's spirit was pulled into a pure white space.

There is no sky and no land here, only him and Zhishu are left.

"The benefactor's shikigami is really respectable and terrifying, this little monk has no choice but to do something wrong." Zhishu said, his voice was hoarse and his tone was stiff, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"So you think I'm the weak point?" Cedric looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhishu showed a puzzled look. Onmyoji's inheritance is incomplete, and as the summoners of Yushishigami, their real body is their weakness. Isn't this common sense?

Even that Lord Seimei is the same.

"At first, I thought it was stupid enough for soldiers to pop their faces, but I didn't expect you to be even more stupid than them."

It was only at this time that Zhishu realized the different space of mental images around him. It was not the first time he used his mind to break into the mental images brought by others, but he had never entered such a space of mental images.

It's so pure here.

How can a person be so pure when there is nothing but a warm and soft, eternally free radiance?

How did he hide the darkness in his heart, or...

Zhishu looked at Cedric in shock, unless he is a reincarnated saint, so he is the trump card of Yin Yang Dao?

"What are you looking for? Looking for my hidden dark side? Are these?" Cedric snapped his fingers.

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

Right there in Carcosa..."

The whispers seemed to come from the endless void, passing through the cold and lonely dark universe, and across the indescribably infinite time.

Gradually, the voice gradually became louder, like an ensemble, like a storm, impacting Zhishu's reason noisily.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, see that the five aggregates are empty, and overcome all hardships..." Zhishu kept his mind and spirit, returned to the spiritual platform, and silently recited the "Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra", full of wisdom and spirituality The radiance bloomed from him, resisting thousands of whispering voices.

"Dedicate your faith to the king in yellow, the lord of the endless deep space star sea, the nameless one! The black star will never fall." Cedric muttered casually.

Compared with Zhishu who is extremely devout, he is like reciting an insignificant poem while drinking a few cups in the warm winter sun.

The murmur dissipated and the voice returned to one.

Yellow clothes, a wooden frame, red eyes and one pupil, a black star that never falls rises from the bottom of Zhishu's heart.

"Ah~" Zhishu's incomparably mellow spiritual brilliance shattered itself, his mind was distorted, half of his cheeks praised the 'King in Yellow Clothes', and half of his cheeks praised Venerable Avalokitesvara.

Cedric walked over slowly. In the depths of his heart, in the space sealed by [Almighty], drops of black mud like grease gushed out of a small hole.

Cedric's right hand was covered with distorted but extremely fragrant black mud, and he stroked the top of Zhishu's head compassionately, just like a Buddha giving precepts to a Buddhist son.

Black mud poured in from Zhishu's eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

His torn face is no longer distorted, but as serene as a baby, but the pupils in the opened eyes are deep, like the darkness that swallows everything.

In reality, Zhishu bowed silently to Cedric, and then walked back to the monks.

A trace of doubt flashed in Yixiu's eyes, it seemed that even his understanding had no way to deal with the onmyoji opposite him.

"Although the big bullies the small, this is a dispute of morality." Ju Zhengde stood up with serious eyes, and he was a rare person who understood Zhishu's last Buddha's name just now.

Even his Xintong couldn't win, which shows that the opponent is no longer able to fight against the younger generation.

Tachibana Masato's voice fell.

The originally clear sky began to drift like dark wind and rain from nowhere.

A mottled ancient stone bridge runs through the space, extending here from a distance. The stone bridge is about ten meters away, and there is no flowing water under the bridge.

On the left side is engraved with 'Liqiao', and on the right side is engraved with 'One'.

On the bridge, a figure wearing a high ceremony crown and a moon-white scholar's uniform walked slowly. His face was as beautiful as a virgin, with a pair of beautiful fox eyes, and the corners of the eyes were slender, reaching into the dark temples.

Passing through this stone bridge, he seems to have appeared here across a thousand years.

"Mr. Qingming?!"

Tachibana Masatoku stood up and backed away again and again, as if seeing a ghost.

However, the appearance of 'Liqiao' itself represents the person who is coming to this world.

In Heianjing, where hundreds of ghosts are rumored to travel at night, the reason why there is no flowing water under this stone bridge is because it has suppressed countless demons. How could it open up a way for the demons to escape?

"Impossible?!" Ju Zhengde shouted madly without any composure.

"Dao connects yin and yang, reversing life and death, isn't it the meaning of yin and yang art?" The voice of the people on the stone bridge was as clear and moving as wind chimes.

"Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice! You succeeded?!" Monk Yixiu could no longer control his Zen mind.

"We succeeded." For the first time, Miyamoto Himura showed uncontrollable pride.

The Tsuchimikado clan passed down by Abe Seimei also has a shrine, but what they worship is not the god of neon, but the oldest lord of the underworld in Dongtu, Emperor Dongyue, Lord Taishan.

If it was Cedric in his previous life, he must have stepped forward excitedly and shouted, Allies,

As the oldest master of the underworld who is in charge of life and death, in his time, the Yin and Yang worlds were not incommunicable. Even the dead, as long as there are living people who are willing to sacrifice themselves, they can be sent back to the sun.

This is the acme of the legendary Onmyoji, Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice.

The five major Yin-Yang clans succeeded in making Abe Seimei's soul return from the underworld, entrusted to a half-demon body for resurrection, and dared to propose a plan to re-establish Yin-Yang Liao.

"Since it is Mr. Qingming in person, please allow us to leave." Monk Yixiu said bitterly.