The infinite redemption of the Holy Light

Chapter 155 Changes After 16 Years

In the space-time tunnel, Wang Huan looked at the Xingyue Bodhi that rushed into his mind, feeling a little at a loss.

Infinite holy light rushed towards Xingyue Bodhi, but an equally bright Buddha light suddenly emerged, resisting the holy light!

The two huge wills are constantly communicating and colliding.

Wang Huan stared blankly at this scene, a little shocked.

Can he directly counteract the existence of Feiya in his mind?
What kind of existence was sealed in the cemetery of gods and demons before?
Suddenly, an invisible phantom appeared on Xingyue Bodhi.

A warm voice suddenly sounded in Wang Huan's mind: "Hey, Lord God of Life, don't be so willful... You who are called Lord Gods in these lower plane worlds are just prey in the upper planes—even if you are in the upper planes The plane is also one of the strongest existences, but now you are too seriously injured!"

"Time and space are already chaotic, you should not want to get more serious if you are already seriously injured... Don't forget, this time and space tunnel is formed by my power!"

Feiya stared closely at the Xingyue Bodhi, and snorted coldly. The infinite holy light continued to pour out from the magic circle, wrapping around the Xingyue Bodhi, without any intention of compromise.

The phantom on Xingyue Bodhi keeps getting smaller, but the Buddha's light is still tenacious.

"Look at how sensible it is over there. That kid Wang Xu is really a formidable young man, even his disciples have made so much preparation. Since you can accept that part of the power, why can't you cooperate with me—"

Xu Ying looked at the dragon boat on the wordless scroll and looked at the three fairy mountains.

The scroll is still, and it seems that it has no intention of interfering with the outside world at all.

Feiya's beautiful voice was very calm: "I don't trust you."

Wang Huan was completely speechless and could only watch all this quietly.

He quickly analyzed the conversation in his head, silently remembering all this in his heart.

It was perfectly normal for Feiya to have a secret.

Although he didn't understand why she would give him some information every time it was at a critical moment, Wang Huan was basically sure that Fei Ya had a reason to hide it from him.

But Wang Huan didn't care much.

In any case, without Feya, he would have died countless times.

The phantom on Xingyue Bodhi seemed to disappear, and the infinite holy light pressed the Buddha's light tighter and tighter.

At this moment, the phantom on Xingyue Bodhi suddenly pointed at Wang Huan: "Forget it, I lost to you! I became the guardian spirit of this little guy, are you satisfied now?"

The holy light suddenly loosened, and the phantom returned to normal.

Xu Ying smiled lightly: "You really protect him..."

The spell engraving on Xingyue Bodhi's face gradually lit up, and a magic circle that was exactly the same as the engraving floated up from it and flew into the ten-pointed star magic circle.

Fei Ya stared at Xingyue Bodhi who had calmed down with her red and blue eyes, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

She glanced at Wang Huan, and slowly closed her bright eyes.

Wang Huan suddenly felt that he had established a close and inseparable connection with Xingyue Bodhi. Although he had not reached the point of living and dying together, it was definitely a relationship of mutual prosperity and loss.

Now Feiya is in the center of this mysterious space with the magic circle, the wordless scroll on the left and Xingyue Bodhi on the right.

What kind of guys are hiding in his mind now...

The time-space tunnel that had been stagnant suddenly fluctuated, and the huge power of time-space changed instantly. Wang Huan felt that he was about to come out from here.

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The undead on Raksha Street are bustling with each other, and various shops on the street are selling goods, just like a real street on earth.

It was almost evening now, all kinds of tempting food smells came from everywhere, and the faces of countless undead were full of serenity.

Many children are surrounding a storyteller, who is telling stories one after another in a melodious tone.

"You don't know what kind of tragedy it was here 16 years ago! At that time, it was a hell, and people turned into evil spirits every moment. We needed to keep running away, otherwise we would be captured or killed at any time. Die..." The storyteller was a white-haired old man.

The exclamation of countless children kept ringing, and children always love to listen to stories with ups and downs.

This old man is one of the rare surviving souls in Raksha Street. The stories he tells are so vivid that it makes people feel like they are actually there.

"In Raksha Street at that time, even gentleness became a sin."

The deep wrinkles on his face seemed to be telling the pain of that time, but there was a smile on his mouth.

"But there is one person who changed everything - he turned tenderness into a kind of beauty..."

The white-haired old man looked at the locust tree on the central hill of Luocha Street.

Today's locust tree is luxuriant and full of vitality, which makes people feel happy when they see it.

Under the locust tree, a statue can be vaguely seen.

This statue is engraved with flame patterns, wearing a white robe, holding a knife in both hands, and the smile on the statue's face is warmer than the sun. I don't know who carved it out. Every detail seems to be missing. It's almost like a real person.

"Grandpa, who is the statue under the locust tree? I've never heard of it from brother Cao?" the children asked curiously.

The corner of the old man's mouth curled up, and just as he was about to continue telling the story, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a weak figure in his eyes, he stopped talking, and greeted that figure with a smile.

It was a very beautiful figure, as if coming with sunshine, like an elf, time seemed to leave no trace on her body.

"Xiao Rou, are you out shopping again? Come, come, and send these freshly harvested teas to Mr. Cao." The old man took out a bag of tightly wrapped tea leaves. The faint scent of the tea was refreshing. Shock, obviously they are all high-quality new teas.

This is a teenage girl with beautiful long silver-white hair. She is wearing a clean and simple gray robe, and her curved eyes seem to be smiling at any time.

Her seemingly spotless face is always full of hope. The moment all the undead see her, the strength to continue will involuntarily surge in their hearts.

The body of the undead can only maintain its original appearance, and there is no way to continue to grow.

"Sister Xiaorou!"

The old storyteller stopped talking, and the children didn't care, instead they ran to Xiaorou cheering.

Xiaorou patted the heads of these little guys, smiled and waved to the old man, and planned to continue walking towards the locust tree on the top of the mountain.

However, at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Xiaorou.

"Little girl, we finally meet again..." The corner of Helkamp's mouth curled up evilly in a black suit, and his figure suddenly appeared on the street.

His younger brother, the wolf god Kelly, followed Hale indifferently, as if he was not interested in everything around him.

Xiaorou's eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly remembered who this person was, and she protected the children behind her.

Haile no longer hides his aura, and powerful spiritual power instantly sweeps around, he is much stronger than before!
A huge hell three-headed dog suddenly appeared on the street, and suddenly rushed towards Xiaorou.

"This time, is there anyone coming to save you? Is your guardian spirit still there?" Hale laughed.

"It hasn't appeared in 16 years, your guardian spirit is already dead!"

　Work hard for a while and then code out a chapter, asking for tickets, there are so few tickets today, and my heart is so sad.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)