Chapter 29 Sakyamuni's Decay Wheel 1

"In nine years, the merit will finally be complete."

Qiao Xiaoxuan sighed faintly, with some vicissitudes of emotion.

The posture that had not changed for nine years finally had a movement. His hands formed a seal in front of his chest, and the mu of Xuanyin hematitis on the top slowly flowed, making a little "dingdong" sound of running water.

Qiao Xiaoxuan opened his arm and scratched it, and Xuanyin blood inflammation poured down and slowly injected it into the body that was left with only the virtual shadow.

The fire of the whole sea of fire suddenly rose three minutes, and the endless nine ghost flames under it formed a lotus flower. The sky seemed to open the space barrier, and smallpox fell from nowhere.

There were faintly waves of magic sounds, and countless magic girls appeared around Qiao Xiaoxuan's body, wearing a phoenix crown and wearing a light veil, or graceful, or bold, happy, sad, sweet, or resentful, or **. Sweet, or holy, between hands and feet, the wonderful place is looming, and it is extremely capable of **.

Qiao Xuan's illusory body gradually condensed, and his whole body was red, but his hair was still silvery, his body was still moving, sticking to his heart, all kinds of things, not hearing and turning a blind eye.

Xuanyin blood inflammation refluxed into the body, and his body condensed into substance. Qiao Xiaoxuan swallowed and breathed, and the bloodlight around his body gradually faded until it disappeared, which was no different from ordinary people.

Then it slowly faded until it became dark red, and finally it was dark, like a black hole absorbing all the light and could not be seen clearly at all.

Between the virtual reality and the transformation, a total of nine times.

Boom!

A layer of aura was pushed around with Qiao Xiaoxuan as the center, and the blazing magic fire along the way was like a candle in the wind, which was about to die.

Spep, fire lotus, witch, wonderful sound, all disappeared.

A blood-red whirlwind blew out of thin air, and Qiao Xiaoxuan's figure appeared in it. Long silver hair, yellow skin, beautiful eyebrows, slender figure, no different from nine years ago, but an extra blood-red robe on his body.

Qiao Xiaoxuan stood in the air and silently recalled all kinds of understandings of the nine years of practice. For a moment, he only felt refreshed, his limbs and bones were all comfortable, and the yuan spirit was flexible and full of vitality.

"It's time."

Qiao Xiaoxuan waved his hand, and the "shield" with great achievements flew into his hand. At the urging of mana, the "shield" suddenly rose so much that he could not see the edge, completely covering the sky of the whole space. As soon as his mind moved, the "shield" quickly shrank again, and several breaths had become the size of soybeans, and finally disappeared in Qiao Xiaoxuan's hands. .

Although I still don't know what this is, Qiao Xiaoxuan can still simply manipulate the nine years of magic fire refining and mental communication.

After his attempt, this "shield" can be said to be extremely strong. If you want to ask how strong it is, you really have to try the bronze sword to know.

It's okay. At least it's no problem to smash people when it gets bigger. The legendary "sky-turning seal" is still a smashing thing.

Qiao Xiaoxuan moved and disappeared into the sea of fire.

Regardless of the vicissitudes of the world, regardless of the world.

Old Philip lives a life like an ascetic every day. At his realm, he can directly absorb energy from the universe of heaven and earth. He no longer needs blood, but it is much more convenient.

Reading the half-lifely Book every day, Old Philip still regrets it. At that time, he should not have been so impulsive, otherwise Qiao Xiaoxuan would not have died. With this oriental monk, he may have realized a lot of things.

Boom!

The whole space began to shake uncontrollably, as if under the ground, there was a fierce fetus in the endless sea of hellfire, which could explode at any time.

The huge amount of heaven and earth spirit swept over and poured into the ground, making this old marrow-absorbing demon who had not fought seriously for thousands of years find a feeling called shock again.

A faint blood flash flashed in his eyes, and the old Philip put down the book in his hand, "What demon god wants to rush into the world? It's impossible. It's impossible for such a powerful breath to pass through the space crack.

It is said that hell and the world are just two different parallel spaces, and there are also space cracks connecting the two places. However, the weaker the hell creatures are, the easier it is to pass through.

"You're not dead?" Old Philip looked in front of him in surprise.

There were ripples like water in the air. Silently, Qiao Xiaoxuan's figure appeared in the void. At first, it was just a dark red shadow, which became the same as ordinary people in a blink of an eye.

"How dare I die if you haven't died?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan gritted his teeth and said, and his mind flashed. The "shield" appeared in front of him, roaring and shot away at the old marrow-absorbing demon clan. It rose in the wind and turned into a ten-foot square circle in a blink of an eye.

The old marrow-absorbing demon clan is wondering why Qiao Xiaoxuan has been so powerful in nine years. The magic fluctuation is deep and flexible, which is simply a miracle.

Philip quickly waved his sleeves, and the air above his head suddenly turned into a swamp. The speed of the "shield" suddenly shrank, but still firmly hit the old man.

"Is this the magic of the Eastern Method? You are very different from nine years ago. The old marrow-absorbing demon clan smiled and sighed.

Qiao Xiaoxuan raised his eyebrows, "Is this magical? What about this?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had disappeared in place. Only the old marrow-absorbing demon clan and the "shield" he pressed over his head were left in the whole stone room. How could there be a little figure of Qiao Xiaoxuan?

A layer of hazy blood appeared around the old Philip, and the water generally wrapped him, but it could not flow on him at all.

"Hehe, it's useless. Have you forgotten? Little guy, the use of space magic. The old marrow-absorbing demon said proudly.

"Real?"

In the void, Qiao Xiaoxuan's voice sounded. With the exit of this question, the flowing bloodlight suddenly crossed the space, crossed the three-foot distance that could never be walked, and appeared in front of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan. A flow winding, covering his whole body, penetrated in and disappeared in an instant.

Old Philip stood still with a pale face and died without a sound.

In fact, the battlefield has shifted to his dry body.

"What magic? Devouring? Little guy, be careful to break your belly.

"To be honest, it's really difficult to devour you. What if it's cooked first?"

"What?"

Boom!

The pool in the middle of the stone room exploded, and a huge amount of hellfire surged up, instantly evaporating the underground dark river into a water mist.

The flame grew like eyes and recognized the motionless figure of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan. It coiled up like a spirit snake and surrounded the old guy.

Roar!

Finally, he couldn't retain his strength. The old marrow-absorbing demon clan showed his real body. A pair of blood-red bat wings with a wingspan of 20 meters long expanded, and they were still full of bone spurs. Blood-red runes appeared faintly. The dry body blew balloons in an instant. Just now, Philip, who was still old, suddenly became three meters tall. Muscle**.

A pair of fangs seems to be two daggers embedded in the mouth, and the blood-red eyes seem to hide a sea of blood.

His arms are open, and he looks up to the sky and roars repeatedly. It's really a demon god, as majestic as a prison.

The powerful momentum swept the world and pushed away a lot of flames around him.

But the flame immediately rolled back, still wrapping Philip and burning constantly. It's just that his blood-red small scales emit strong dark energy, slightly resisting the burning of magic fire.

A dark and windy night.

Sakyamuni's decayed wheel sat on the throne of the parliament hall with a pale face, suppressing his anger and listening to the trembling report of his men.

My God! Xiaolin is missing?!

Sakyamuni's decay wheel can already imagine how Qiao Xiaoxuan will deal with him after he comes back.

"Go and organize people! Hurry up! You bastards!" Shakyamuni's decaying wheel. Roared angrily.

A minute later, the seven princes of military affairs in the area of the Infernal Magic City bowed and stood in front of Sakyamuni's decaying wheel.

"Go out and look for it! Hurry up! Be sure to find her!"

Although everyone is puzzled, is such a little human girl important? However, the order of the Speaker has been well implemented.

It was a noisy night. Almost all the people in the virtual magic city saw the dark shadow outside the window, waved their wings and roared away. This prosperous city suddenly permeated the tense atmosphere. Is it going to fight again?!

At one o'clock in the morning, Sakyamuni finally heard the news. The beautiful priestess is imprisoned in the dungeon of St. Paul's Cathedral, and the contemporary court declares her guilt.

Xiaolin is a kind girl left. She can't bear to see all the painful things appear in front of her, so she tries her best to help everyone, although her strength is so weak.

After the light and dark war, the Great Demon City is not as good as before. The number of homeless people on the street has increased a lot, and there are even beggars under the age of ten. Xiaolin's crime was to give a piece of bread to a little girl with chestnut hair.

Every time a disaster comes, it is so silent and confusing.

Xiaolin, who had just put down the Bible and was ready to rest, was shocked by the figure that suddenly appeared in the room. Without waiting for her to call out, the members of the court embroidered with cross swords quickly stunned her and brought her. Out of the warm boudoir.

When she woke up again, she was already in prison, and there were three cold-looking censors opposite her, until they mechanically asked a series of questions.

Xiaolin realized that her charge was "converence with the enemy", and the evidence was the cheap bread, and the chestnut-haired girl was the descendant of the werewolf, but she had not woken up yet.

......

A large group of bats roared over the Great Virtual Demon City. Within half an hour, more than 1,000 marrow-absorbing demons surrounded St. Paul's Cathedral with their wings.

Sakyamuni stood majestically at the door of the church. His nine-year political career has changed too much for this young marrow-absorbing demon youth.

"Damn dark creatures! Do you want to blashem?!"

On the watchtower, the Holy Knight roared angrily.

Sakyamuni shook his head, and there was nothing to talk about in such an idiotic conversation. As soon as the wrist turned, two strange-shaped sickles appeared in the hand, like a pair of folded lightning, with an iron chain connected in the middle.

The art of swords is not necessarily a sword. Its essence is to connect the sword with its own bloodline and control it well. The clever Shakyamuni used this method flexibly and condensed the sword pills in his body into a weapon in his hand. He knew very well that the magical oriental archery was not suitable for him, and only what was suitable for him was the best.

cang liang! A sound.

A dark crescent-shaped knife roared away, roaring! A sound broke through the holy light boundary in front of the gate, and the glorious gate of St. Paul's Cathedral turned into wood chips all over the ground.

"Squeak! Squeak! ......”

The marrow-absorbing demons screamed and poured into the sacred cathedral crazily.

Under the management of Cardinal Schindler, the Diocese of False Demons basically controls the local order - at least during the day.

The most important infernal virtual demon city is also arranged here. St. Paul's Cathedral alone has 300 sacred knights and 50 priests.

Without the faction, warriors and magicians can finally cooperate and double their power.

Sakyamuni's decay wheel rushed into the church first, and when he waved his sickle, everything was cut in two. A holy knight who rushed too fast saw his fart. The eyes that don't close their eyes are shouting a question: Why are his dark weapons not afraid of the holy light?

The reason is too simple. This sickle is made by Qiao Xiaoxuan, which takes the path of Eastern Method, and contains werewolf relics and a little evil spirit. Naturally, it is not a simple dark weapon that can describe.

Phil, who is like a demon in hell, roared repeatedly, and a huge amount of dark energy wandered around on him.

"There are scales on the body surface, and there are no scales in the body!"

A layer of dark red blood light appeared on Philip, and the light and shadow changed and rippled endlessly, faintly forming a transparent Qiao Xiaoxuan, a sudden change from this demon god. The acupuncture points and pores all over the body spray a bleeding red flame.

Qiaoxuan stirred Xuanyin hematitis into a stream, spiraling left and right in the body of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan, and forced to rush through everything, otherwise it would burn into ashes.

Under the chaos, the dark energy of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan chased and intercepted everywhere, but with little effect.

His body structure like a hell demon god was greatly destroyed, and the dark energy flowed unstoppably. It was swallowed and refined by Qiao Xiaoxuan's apparent blood light, and turned into Xuanyin hematitis to continue to burn the body of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan.

The real fire is calculated inside and outside. Under the vicious circle, bursts of black smoke evaporated, and Philip's eyes gradually shrank and dried up. The old marrow-absorbing demon clan was anxious and waved with both hands. Countless magics were released by him, but there was no effect at all. Even the magic in the space he was good at was not as good as before.

In just a minute, the old marrow-sucking demon migrated thousands of times, but he could not get rid of the entanglement of blood light. Then he summoned the space crack and wanted to shield the blood light, but there was still no response.

"Don't you like the use of space? Why is it useless?!" Qiao Xiaoxuan's transparent figure laughed to his heart's content.

Both hands brushed up, and the endless sea of fire outside suddenly turned up, and the flames flew up halfway, and nine ghost flames kept coming out of the pit.

When it was about to touch the dome, the flame dragon immediately turned back and washed down to the top of Philip's head.

A spectacle appeared in the old marrow-absorbing demon clan wrapped in flames. The magic fire was divided into two layers, one layer kept flying up and one layer kept pouring down.

"Ji Jie Jie! Hahahaha!"

The dark red and transparent Qiao Xiaoxuan and Philip's bodies were intertwined, with a night owl-like smile.

The secret magic thunder roared out, stirring endlessly in the cocoon wrapped in the magic fire, repeatedly hitting the tired heart of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan.

The old guy was deeply enchanted, and coupled with the negative emotions induced by the magic fire, all kinds of illusions suddenly broke out, and the tide surged into his brain.

... Old Philip seemed to see his bat wings transformed into wings, blood-red wings, like a blood-colored angel. His brother Elder Greenland lay at his feet, holding the full book of Move. Under the light column of the sky, in the endless wonderful sound, Old Philip slowly rose into the bloody divine world...

The Xuanyin hematitis that spread all over the body circulated, and all of them gathered towards the nucleus of the heart and rushed up. This heart nucleus, which has been condensed for thousands of years, has become a waste.

Blood light broke through the porch in an instant and poured into the sea of knowledge of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan. Pictures and tide-like information surged into his heart. Qiao Xiaoxuan understood that this was the old man's memory.

In a series of screams, the body of the old marrow-absorbing demon clan began with limbs and slowly turned dark.

The crazy scream lasted for nine days and nine nights, knowing that old Philip had completely changed from white to black.

The blood light flashed, and a blood-colored dragon rushed out from the head of the dark sculpture and fell to the ground. It quickly accumulated and condensed, emerging Qiao Xiaoxuan's figure.

Reaching out and grabbing it, the magic fire all over the sky flowed to the palm of his hand. Qiao Xiaoxuan waved his hand, and the nine ghost flames disappeared like this.

These magic fires are the treasures that he has been breathing and condensed well for nine years. Why can't he not take them with him?

The ferocious and terrible figure of old Philip has completely turned into a dark crystal, which is really a lifelike work of art.

Unfortunately, there is still a big difference between the two people's skills, otherwise Qiao Xiaoxuan can swallow up all his cultivation. As for now, it's good to kill him. This is still the result of the cooperation of Nine Ghost Flames.

After receiving the half of the Book of Moving, Qiao Xiaoxuan sat cross-legged under the sculpture, silently adjusted his vitality, and calmly felt a little soul connection with Sakyamuni's decay wheel.

This space is a complete piece, and I don't know where the old marrow-absorbing demon clan put it. Qiao Xiaoxuan wanted to go out, but he had to tear the void directly. Fortunately, the Demon Sutra was unparalleled. At this time, Qiao Xiaoxuan was a virtual and real body, but he was good at shuttling through the void.

Weapon collision, blood flying, blazing holy light, sticky dark power, endless screams, intertwined into a picture of light and darkness.

A holy light fell from the sky, and the sound of praise floated. In the milky white holy light, baby-like angels could be faintly seen flying.

At least 30 marrow-absorbing demons have turned into flying ash under this blow.

Praise God! Sin will eventually be judged."

Under the huge cross, there is a priest in a white robe, with a pale beard and smooth skin, like a fairy bone, and the roses on his chest mark that he is a highly valued bishop.