An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

So cute

No, it's so fierce

Could it be that the dog opposite has really refined Eri into his own shikigami?

The reincarnations looked at each other, and then they felt that this possibility was very small.

Because the effort is not proportional to the gain.

Let’s not talk about the difficulty of killing a sixth-level peak dragon species. After killing it, you have to face the crazy revenge of Lu Mingfei’s world bug. Even a seventh-level boss is not the best in that world. Some were torn apart by hands.

As Lu Mingze said, the power Lu Mingfei controls is by no means simple rules, but more like authority, similar to the will of the planet. In the world of dragons, he really breaks out and is almost omnipotent except himself. .

And although the battle just now was mysterious and unusual, the energy level was far from reaching the peak of the sixth level. Otherwise, the monk Zhishu would have been killed in the first move.

So when the dog opposite was squeezing the demon sword princess, he made the appearance of Eri-sama.

How can it be repaired? The reincarnations looked angry.

"Here." The third Buddha's chant sounded silently, and only a few sixth-level people from the surrounding crowd noticed Zhishu's third attack.

"His Mind" Cedric's spirit was pulled into a pure white space.

There is no sky or earth here, only he and Zhishu are left.

"The donor's spirit is really respectable and terrifying, so the young monk had no choice but to make this move." 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 am the weak point?" Cedric looked at the other party with a half-smile.

Jishu looked confused. The inheritance of Onmyoji is incomplete, and as summoners of Shikigami, their body is their weakness. Isn't this common sense?

Even that Seimei Gong is the same.

"Originally, I thought it was stupid enough for a soldier to show his face, but I didn't expect you to be even stupider than them."

Only then did Zhishu realize the different mental image spaces around him. This was not the first time that he had used his mind power to break into other people's mental images, but he had never entered this kind of mental image space.

It's so pure here.

How can a person be so pure when there is nothing but warmth, softness, and the radiance of eternal ease?

How did he hide the darkness in his heart, or

Zhishu looked at Cedric in shock. Unless he was a reincarnated saint, could he be the trump card of Onmyodo?

"What are you looking for to find my hidden dark side?" 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 murmurs seemed to come from the endless void, traveling through the cold and lonely dark universe, and across the indescribable infinite time.

Gradually, the sound gradually grew louder, like a chorus, like a storm, noisily impacting Zhishu's reason.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and survived all the hardships." Zhishu kept his mind close, unified the spiritual platform, meditated on the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra, and was full of wisdom. The brilliance of spirituality bloomed from him, resisting Live with thousands of murmuring voices.

"To the King in Yellow, the Lord of the Endless Deep Sky and the Sea of ​​Stars, the Nameless One, I offer my faith that the Black Star will never fall." Cedric muttered casually.

Compared with the extremely pious Zhishu, he was like reciting an insignificant poem while having a few drinks in the warm winter sun.

The murmur disappeared and the voice became one.

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

"Ah~" Zhishu's mellow and incomparable spiritual brilliance collapsed on itself, and 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. From the depths of his mind, in the space sealed by the Almighty, drops of black mud like grease poured out from a small hole.

Cedric's right hand was covered with twisted but fragrant black mud. He lovingly stroked Zhishu's head, just like the Buddha giving ordination to his disciples.

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

His torn face was no longer distorted, but as peaceful as a baby. However, the pupils in his opened eyes were deep, as if they were swallowing everything in the darkness.

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

A trace of doubt flashed in Ikkyu's eyes. It seemed that even his telepathy was incapable of defeating the onmyoji opposite him.

"Although there are some bullying of the small by the big, this is a dispute of orthodoxy." Ju Zhengde stood up with a serious look. He was one of the few people who understood Zhishu's last Buddha's name just now.

He couldn't even win his telepathy, which meant that the other party was no longer something that the younger generation could fight against.

Tachibana Masanori finished his words.

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

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

The left side is engraved with the bridge of violence, and the right side is engraved with a bridge.

On the bridge, a figure wearing a high ceremonial crown and a moon-white scholar's uniform came slowly. His face was as beautiful as a virgin, with a pair of beautiful fox eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slender, connected to the dark temples.

Through this stone bridge, he seemed to appear here across a thousand years of time.

"Qingming Gong"

Tachibana Masanori stood up and stepped back repeatedly, as if he had seen a ghost.

However, the appearance of Li Qiao itself represents the coming of the person.

It is rumored that hundreds of ghosts walk at night in Heianjing. The reason why there is no running water under this stone bridge is because it suppressed countless demons. How could it open up a way for the demons to escape?

"This is impossible" Tachibana Masanori no longer had any calmness and shouted as if he was crazy.

"Connecting yin and yang, reversing life and death, isn't that what yin and yang means?" The voice of the person on the stone bridge was as clear and moving as a wind chime.

"The Taishan Prefecture's sacrifice to you has been successful." Monk Yixiu could no longer control his Zen mind.

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

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

If it was Cedric in his previous life, he would have stepped forward excitedly and shouted, Friendly troops, this latency time is comparable to that of Comrade Jianguo.

As the oldest lord of the underworld in charge of life and death, in his era, the worlds of yin, underworld and yang were not inaccessible. Even dead people could be sent back to the yang as long as a living person was willing to sacrifice themselves.

This is the ultimate in onmyoji in the legend, the Taishan Mansion Lord Sacrifice.

The five major Yin-Yang clans successfully brought Abe Seimei's soul back from the underworld and resurrected it in the body of a half-demon, so they dared to propose the plan to re-establish the Yin-Yang Lao.

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