An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

It's really interesting. Cedric could hardly restrain his joyful smile just now.

The appearance of the bull's head here is not only the attraction of Ienami's mark, but also his wish.

Following the causal line between the bull head and himself, Cedric has understood that this constantly entangled and growing causal line is exactly the wish that his godly body made subconsciously a few days ago.

And just now, through the river lantern, He formed a karmic relationship with most people in Tokyo.

Although He is bound in the palace like a silkworm cocoon.

But from another perspective, He has also weaved a huge causal web, covering the entire Tokyo, and radiating the entire neon, and He himself is like a spider on the causal web or a huge causal black hole.

Due to its huge size, all things that are causally connected to Him, whether they are humans or gods, will be involuntarily attracted to Him.

It turns out that destiny also needs to follow the law of gravity.

And the wishes made by his godly body intensified this process.

In other words, you can try to get involved in the field of destiny by sublimating the prayer priesthood.

This is such a pleasure.

Thinking of this, Cedric frowned subconsciously. Destiny should not be such an easy field to get involved in, at least until he has developed his ability in cause and effect.

He involuntarily raised his head, crossed the space, and saw Cu Chulainn, the dog brother, doing nothing in the palace.

In addition to the slow practice method of clarifying one's own cause and effect line, the master's declaration mastered by Cu Chulainn is undoubtedly a shortcut.

This ability to reverse cause and effect and let the result determine the cause would be a waste if it was only used for fighting.

He must find a good teacher for Cu Chulainn so that he can expand this ability as soon as possible, so that he can master this ability by virtue of his status as the God Lord and Master.

It has to be said that although Gou Ge's lucky attributes are deceiving, just because of the possibility of getting involved in the field of destiny, a lot of main gods will want to accept him as a subordinate god.

Niutou looked at Cedric who was becoming more and more careless, even in a daze, and the suspicion in his heart was like a ghost, constantly shrouding his soul.

But the desire brought by the Ienami mark was something he could not refuse.

There was some hesitation for a while.

He exhaled a long breath, his voice was like thunder, "Do I know you?"

As we all know, beasts of prey do not make sounds to disturb their prey. Instead, when they feel threatened, they roar to try to frighten the other party.

But what greeted them was silence.

Tsuchimikado Araki thought that Udo was asking about their Tsuchimikado family. After all, Harutora introduced himself as a family in the first place. Although the other party was a great demon who could maintain a perfect human form, the family passed down by the ancestors of the Onmyoji was not something that could be ignored. .

He passed Harutora, walked to the front with dignity, and confronted Gyuto, "I am the 56th generation grandson of Abe Seimei's ancestor."

His expression was stern, as if he was telling the parking boy, "Be careful, my car is quite expensive."

As a direct descendant of the Tsuchimikado family, he still has the ability to observe people's emotions, but Niutou's hesitation and surprise just now were obviously misunderstood by him.

Suppressing his anger, Lord Tauren had not been despised by a little onmyoji for a long time.

His eyes were constantly scanning Cedric, but the other person seemed not to notice.

Is it his own hallucination? Master Niutou finally decided to take a cautious approach.

"Red ghost, go and offer your blood food to me." The bull-headed master's body trembled, and he stepped back and sat cross-legged on a python-like demon ghost.

Just like an ancient general, he shouted, "Who can take the other's head for me?"

The fierce generals gathered under the tent and shouted, "Please warm three glasses of wine for me. I'll come as soon as I go."

This is definitely not true, Lord Niutou swore, as a ghost king, this is what he wants.

A three-meter-tall monster with red horns came out. Its muscles were as red as blood like a skinned frog, and its sharp teeth were intertwined like sharp knives. It had a roll around its crotch to tear off the tiger and leopard. Cracked hide.

This is Neon's famous ghost clan.

Monsters like them can enjoy the fear brought by their race since they are born. They are nobles among monsters and are born with extraordinary power.

"This is the red ghost, the legendary ghost who was surrendered by Momotaro." Tsuchimikado Harutora said in a deep voice.

Although Momotaro is a fairy tale that is roughly equivalent to a calabash doll, his birth is not simple.

He was one of the three peaches who helped Ienagi escape from the ancient kingdom of Huangquan. He was named by Ienagi as the God of Fortune and Good Fortune, and he also had the priesthood of saving all living beings in Weiyuan China.

He is a real great god, and in mythology, it is certainly not easy for the red ghost clan to fight against him.

They are born as fourth-level ghosts, and even experienced reincarnators need to think carefully when encountering them.

Red Ghost waved the sharp claws in his hands, piercing the air and turning into the sound of howling wind, "Let me see whose heart I will give to Lord Tauren first."

The hundreds of ghosts around were either crying or laughing. They wanted to see the despair of human beings before they died.

Sitting on the ghost snake, as stable as an old dog's bull's head: It's the man in the middle, move quickly, and it's best not to say my name again.

"You come, or I come?" Tsuchimikado Harutora pulled the log in front of him that was already a little dull.

Yuan Mu said in a dry and trembling voice, "It's better you do it."

This plot is wrong. The hero is promised to save the beauty. Why is it that even the monsters are bosses? Didn’t the gods hear my prayers?

Harutora didn't care what Yuan Mu was thinking now. The blood in his whole body was boiling, and the blood half coming from the demon was almost ready to come out.

"Shikigami, the White Tiger of the Stars, descends upon me." Harutora's shirt was torn apart by the violent momentum, and a tattoo of a white tiger descending from a mountain came to life on his back.

The black and white tiger stripes are clearly visible, the tiger's mouth is roaring, and the tiger's red face is as if it has just enjoyed the sacrifice. The tiger's eyes are wide, looking in all directions, and the tiger's body is strong and stretches along the muscle texture.

But now this white tiger came to life, roaring at dawn, suppressing the noise of the ghosts.

The muscles around Harutora's body swelled, and his fingertips were like tiger claws. He looked at Chi Oni with a bloodthirsty light.

"Hand-to-hand Onmyoji" Cedric asked with curiosity.

Unexpectedly, these onmyojis actually kept pace with the times and developed new schools.

Therefore, according to ancient methods, this genre should be named, Gandalf Bigby Yin Yang Style

Yuan Mu said with rare seriousness, "Harutora has no talent for spiritual power. This is the path he chose."

Cedric, who had no talent in spiritual power, looked more and more curious.