Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

So cute?

No, it’s so fierce?

Couldn’t the dog across the road really make Eriyi his shikigami?

Samsara Artists looked at each other in blank dismay, and then they felt that the probability was small.

Because the effort is not proportional to the gain.

Let’s not talk about the difficulty of killing a Tier 6 Peak dragon seed. After killing it, you have to face the crazy revenge of Lu Mingfei’s world bug, even the Tier 7 boss , In that world, they were all torn by hands.

As Lu Mingze said, the power that Lu Mingfei masters is by no means simple rules, but more like authority, authority similar to planet willpower. In the world of Dragon Race, he really broke out. Except for myself, almost omnipotent.

Although the battle just now was mysterious and abnormal, the energy level was far from reaching the sixth-order Peak. Otherwise, the monk Zhishu, the 1st move would be second.

So when the dog on the opposite side pinched the Demon Sword Girl, he pinched the appearance of Master Eriya?

How can it be repaired, Samsara Artists expressed angrily.

“Well.” The third Buddha horn sounded silently, and only a few people from the sixth rank found Zhishu’s third attack.

“His Heart Connects?” Cedric’s spirit was drawn into a pure white space.

There is no world here, only he and Zhishu are left.

“The benefactor’s shikigami is really terrifying, and the little monk can only do this.” Zhishu opened the mouth and said, his voice was hoarse and his tone was stiff, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

“So you think I am the weak point?” Cedric faint smiled and looked towards the other party.

Zhiju expressed doubts that Onmyouji’s inheritance is incomplete, and as the summon master of the imperial emissary, their body is the weak point. Isn’t this common sense?

Even the Qingming Duke is the same.

“Initially, I thought that the warrior’s face was stupid enough. Didn’t expect you to be stupid than them.”

At this time, Jishu realized that the surroundings were different. It is not the first time that he has used His Heart Connects to break into the mental image brought by others, but he has never entered this kind of mental space.

It’s so pure here.

There is nothing but warm and soft, eternal and comfortable brilliance, how can a person be so pure?

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

Zhiju looked towards Cedric in shock, unless he is the 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 sun sinks into the lake

Long shadows fall down

Just here Kalksa······”

A whisper seems to come from endless void, crossing the cold and lonely dark universe, crossing the endless time of hard to describe.

Gradually, this voice gradually became louder, like an ensemble, like a storm, clamoring against Zhishu’s reason.

“Bodhisattva, who walks deep in Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering…” Zhishu clings to his mind, spirit unites, and reciting the book “Heart Sutra”, wisdom is sufficient, the brilliance of intelligence blooms from him, resisting the sound of thousands of whispers.

“As the king of yellow clothes, the lord of Star Sea in the endless deep space, the unnamed person offers faith! The black star will never fall.” Cedric muttered casually.

Compared with the pious Zhishu, he is like drinking a few cups in the warm winter sun while chanting an insignificant poem.

The whispering disappeared, and the voice unified.

Yellow clothes, wooden frame, red eyes and single pupil, the black star that never falls rises in Zhishu’s heart.

“Ah~” Zhishu’s mellow intelligence shattered itself, his mind was distorted, half of his cheeks praised the’king of yellow clothes’, and half of his cheeks praised Venerable Guanshiyin.

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

Cedric’s right hand is covered with black mud that is distorted but fragrant. He strokes the top of Zhishu’s head compassionately, just like the Buddha giving ordination to the Buddha.

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

His torn face is no longer distorted, but as peaceful as a baby, except that the pupils in his opened eyes are deep, as if to swallow all the darkness.

In reality, Zhishu Obscurus gave a salute to Cedric and walked back to the monks.

A trace of doubt flashed through Yixiu’s eyes, and it seemed that even His Heart Connects had no way to get the opposite Onmyouji.

“Although it’s a bit bully the weak, it’s a struggle for orthodoxy.” Ju Zhengde stood up with serious eyes, and he was a rare person who understood Zhishu’s last Buddha name.

Even His Heart Connects cannot be won, which means that the opponent is no longer the one that the younger generation can fight against.

Ju Zhengde’s voice fell.

The clear sky started to drift like wind and rain from nowhere.

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

The left side is engraved with’Jianqiao’, and the right side is engraved with’one piece’.

On the bridge, a silhouette of a man wearing a high ceremonial crown on his head and a white scholar’s uniform walked slowly. His face was as beautiful as a virgin, he had a pair of nice fox eyes, and his eyes were long and thin. Into the dark cloud temple.

Passing this stone bridge, he seems to have appeared here after a thousand years of time.

“Qing Ming Gong?!”

Ju Zhengde, who stood up, backed back again and again, as if he had seen a ghost.

However, the appearance of’Jiqiao’ itself represents the coming of life.

It is rumored that Hyakki is walking in the night in Heianjing. The reason why this stone bridge has no water under the bridge is because it suppressed countless Demons. How could it open up a way for Demon to escape? ?

“Is this impossible?!” Ju Zhengde no longer had any calmness, shouted as if crazy.

“Isn’t it the meaning of yin and yang technique to link yin and yang and reverse life and death?” The voice of the people on the stone bridge is as clear and moving as a wind chime.

“Mount Tai Fujun Festival! Did you succeed?!” Monk Yixiu could no longer control his Zen mind.

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

The Tomimon Race where Abe Haruaki inheritance descended also has a shrine, but what they worship is not the neon gods, but the oldest lord of the underworld in Dongtu, Dongyue the Great, Mount Tai Fujun.

If it was Cedric’s previous life, he must have stepped forward excitedly and shouted, Friend, this latency is comparable to Comrade Jianguo.

As the oldest lord of the underworld who is in charge of life and death, in his time, Yin Ming and Yang are not inextricably linked. Even the dead, as long as there is a living person willing to sacrifice themselves, they can be sent again Back to Yang.

This is the ultimate of onmyoji in the legend, Mount Tai Fujun.

The five great yin and yang clans succeeded in returning the soul of Abe Seimei from Yellow Springs and entrusted them to a half-demon to resurrect, before they dared to propose a plan to reestablish the Yin and Yang 寮.

“Since it is Duke Qingming in person, please allow us to retire.” Monk Yixiu said bitterly.