So cute?

No, so fierce?

The Dogbi on the opposite side really made Erii his Shikigami?

The reincarnations looked at each other in a glance, and then they felt that the possibility was very small.

Because efforts are not proportional to gains.

Not to mention the difficulty of killing a sixth-level dragon seed. After killing it, you have to face the crazy revenge of Lu Mingfei's world bug. Even the seventh-level boss was torn in that world.

As Lu Mingze said, the power that Lu Mingfei mastered was by no means a simple rule, but more like authority, such as the will of the planet. In the world of the dragon clan, he really exploded and could do almost everything except himself.

Moreover, although the battle just now was extremely mysterious, its energy level was far from reaching the peak of the sixth level, otherwise the monk Zhishu would have been instantly beaten.

So when the dog on the opposite side was pinching the demon sword girl, he pinched the appearance of Lord Huiliyi?

How can we practice? The reincarnationists show an angry look.

"Well." The third Buddha's name sounded silently, and only a few people in the surrounding area, found Zhishu's third attack.

"He knows the heart?" Cedric's spirit was pulled into a pure white space.

There is no heaven or earth here, only him and Zhishu are left.

"The donor's Shikigami is really respectable and terrifying. The little monk has no choice but to do this." Zhishu spoke, his voice 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 the other person with a smile.

Zhishu showed a puzzled look. The inheritance of Onmyoji is not complete, and as the summoner of Shikigami, their body is the weakness. Isn’t this common sense?

Even that Harui Akira.

"I originally thought that the warriors were stupid enough to hit the face, but I didn't expect you to be stupider than them."

At this time, Zhishu realized the different mental image space around him. It was not the first time he used his mental awareness to penetrate the mental image brought by others, but he had never entered this mental image space.

This place is so pure.

There is nothing else except warm, soft, eternal and free glory. How can a person be so pure?

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

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

"What are you looking for? Find the dark side that I hide? Are these?" Cedric snapped his fingers.

“Along the shore, cut the clouds

The Gemini sun sinks into the lake

A long shadow fell down

Just in that Kalksa...

The whispers seemed to come from the endless void, traveling through the cold and lonely dark universe, and crossing the indescribable endless time.

Gradually, the sound gradually became louder, like an ensemble, like a storm, and hustle and bustle impacted Zhishu's reason.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices the deep Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcome all sufferings......" Zhishu tightly guards his mind, returns to the spiritual platform, and recites the "Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra". His wisdom is complete, and the glory of spirituality blooms from him, resisting the whispering of thousands of whispers.

"To the king of yellow clothes, the lord of the endless deep sky starry sea, the indescribable ones offer faith! The black star will never fall." Cedric muttered casually.

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

The whispers dissipated and the sound was unified.

Yellow clothes, wooden racks, red eyes, and never falling black stars rose in Zhishu's heart.

"Ah~" Zhishu's extremely round spiritual glory shattered itself, his consciousness was distorted, half of his cheeks praised the "King of Yellow Clothes" and half of his cheeks praised the Venerable Guanyin.

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

Cedric's right hand was covered with twisted but extremely fragrant black mud. He mercifully stroked the top of Zhishu's head, just like a Buddha who gave precepts to his sons.

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

His torn face was no longer distorted, but was as peaceful as a baby, but his eyes were deep in his open eyes, as if he was devouring all the darkness.

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

A trace of doubt flashed in Yikyu's eyes. It seemed that even his Xinzhi could not do anything to the Onmyoji opposite him.

"Although some bully the small ones by bullying the small ones, this is a battle of Taoism." Ju Zhengde stood up with a serious look. He was a rare person to understand the last Buddha's name just now.

Even his Xinhui cannot be defeated, which means that the other party is no longer something that the younger generation can fight against.

Ju Zhengde's voice fell.

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

A stone bridge with a mottled ancient style penetrates the space and extends here from a distance. The stone bridge is about ten meters away, and there is no flowing water under the bridge.

The left side is engraved with "Liqiao" and the right side is engraved with "one".

A figure wearing a high ceremony crown and a moon-white scholar's uniform slowly walked over on the bridge. His face was as beautiful as a virgin, with a pair of beautiful fox eyes, with slender corners of his eyes connected to the dark clouds.

Through this stone bridge, he seemed to have spanned thousands of years and appeared here.

"Keimei-Kun?!"

Ju Zhengde, who stood up, retreated repeatedly, as if he had seen a ghost.

However, the appearance of "Liqiao" itself represents the coming of the world.

The reason why there is no flowing water under the stone bridge is that it suppresses countless demons, so how could it open up a way for the demons to escape?

"This is impossible?" Ju Zhengde no longer had any calmness and shouted like crazy.

"Isn't the meaning of Yin and Yang Technique of the Tao?" The voice of the people on the stone bridge as crisp and moving as wind chimes.

"Taishan Mansion Lord's Festival! Have you succeeded?!" Monk Yixiu could no longer control his Zen heart.

"We succeeded." Miyamoto Himemura showed his uncontrollable pride for the first time.

The Tooji tribe passed down from Abe Harumaki also has a shrine, but they did not worship the gods of Neon, but the oldest underworld lord of Dongtu, the Emperor of Dongyue, and the Lord of Taishan Palace.

If it was Cedric's previous life, he would have stepped forward excitedly and shouted, "Friends,"

As the oldest underworld lord in charge of life and death, in His age, the Yin and Yang Realms were not unconnected. Even if a dead person was willing to sacrifice himself, he could send him back to the sun again.

This is the ultimate of the legendary Yin and Yang Technique, the Taishan Prefecture Lord Sacrifice.

It was only when the five Yin-Yang clans successfully allowed Abe Harumaki's soul to return from the underworld and resurrected on a half-demon, that they dared to propose a plan to reestablish Yin-Yang clan.

"Since it's Mr. Qingming in person, please allow us to leave." Monk Ikkyu said bitterly.
Chapter completed!