Chapter 30 Shakyamuni's Wheel 2

"Dear Lord Sakyams! What makes you so angry that you take such crazy behavior? The white bishop asked.

God's servants quickly retreated to the bishop, and the holy knight surrounded him layer by layer. The priest sang magnificent hymns behind him and was always ready to summon magic, or the knights to release auxiliary magic.

The marrow-absorbing demon warrior also retreated behind the Shakyamuni's decaying wheel, stared nervously at the sworn enemy opposite, ready to jump on it again.

buzz!

With a sound of soul tremors, the whole space shook slightly, circles of ripples like water rippled, and a huge whirlpool appeared out of thin air in the middle of the light and dark confrontation, and a powerful and strange breath permeated.

A dark figure slowly emerged...

The dim cathedral flashed with black light, and a deep and strange breath emanated, calling for the darkness hidden deep in people's hearts.

A dark sculpture slowly emerged in the middle of the battlefield, and the dark luster attracted everyone's attention. As long as you look at it, you no longer want to remove your eyes, and even your soul is a little intoxicated.

The high-profile chanting of holy poems disappeared, and was replaced by a quiet tune, like a beauty whisper, with an evil magic in the melodious and euphemism, which makes people look forward to seeing the whole picture of this sculpture.

Old Philip's unique body was completely presented in front of everyone. This face was distorted to the extreme because of severe pain, and the collapsed expression made people feel that his screams can still be heard.

The 20-meter-long marrow-absorbing demon elder lowered his head like repentance, and his wings stretched out, as if he were hanging upside down in mid-air.

The bright red light flashed suddenly, and the blood light ripples at the starting point seemed to cause the resonance of everything around. Everyone felt that the blood flowed at a different frequency from the heart, as if to break the bondage of the blood vessels and gushed out.

Qiao Xiaoxuan stood on the black sculpture, with a beautiful face with a smile, like a positive big boy, but his long silver hair destroyed the sunshine smile, coupled with the blood light in his eyes, which added a little evil charm.

"Do you have any cigars?" Qiao Xiaoxuan said to the dazed Sakyamuni.

Young master? Young master!"

Sakyamuni's decay wheel pushed the golden jade pillar and jumped at the foot of the sculpture and knelt down excitedly.

The marrow-absorbing demon warriors looked at each other at a loss and immediately knelt down with the speaker. Some people have found out how this sculpture is so similar to the elders of the Philip family?

The white archbishop who loves oil painting is a little inexplicably excited. Qiao Xiaoxuan's smile is so worth recording on the canvas. It must be a perfect work.

"Dear Shakyam, your young master now needs a cigar to relieve his lusciousness." Qiao Xiaoxuan said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Sakyamuni quickly threw away his sickle, like a desperate tramp who was forced into debt, touching it all up and down, but failed to find out even a little cigarette.

"Your Excellency?"

A whispered in his ear, and Sakyamuni looked back in his busy schedule, but a prince was handing over a box of good Brazilian cigars.

Sakyamuni's decay wheel suddenly became happy and secretly wrote down the name of this very eye-catching guy.

Several people were stretching their hands to the marrow-absorbing demon in their arms, looking at this scene with regret, and jealously looking at the prince who flattered the right time.

It was not until Qiao Xiaoxuan spewed a thick white smoke that the clergy on the opposite came to their senses. Is this still a battlefield?

"Hello, dark creature, I'm Batty White." The bishop finally woke up from the artistic conception of the oil painting. He has not forgotten that the most ideal model is their sworn enemy.

The marrow-absorbing demon warrior got up from the ground again and stared at the guy opposite.

Qiaoxuan looked at Barty, turned his head again, squatted on the sculpture and asked, "Dear Sakyamuni, what are you doing? This seems to be St. Paul's Cathedral, right? Has the current marrow-absorbing demon clan been arrogant enough to hunt directly in front of God?

Sakyamuni's smiling face suddenly collapsed and said carefully, "Young master, the Miss Xiaolin you know was caught here by them?"

"Hmm?!" Qiao Xiaoxuan was puzzled: "Isn't she a kind priest?"

Sakyamuni gritted her teeth and said, "Because of her kindness, she gave a little werewolf girl a piece of bread, which is the charge of 'emy'."

"Look at my booty."

Qiao Xiaoxuan suddenly stood up and clicked on the sculpture under his feet. Sakyamuni was stunned and found out why it was so like the old ghost of Philip's family?

With a flash of blood, such a mysterious visitor disappeared.

"Bang!" With a sound, a young priest who was a little confused accidentally touched the candle holder beside him, which almost caused a lot of magic.

Everyone's eyes turned over, and the shy young man blushed.

Three minutes later, both sides of the confrontation were a little impatient.

Qiao Xiaoxuan quietly appeared on the sculpture and slowly squatted down. He still held the beautiful Xiaolin in his hand. The poor girl was full of scars. Her bright eyes were full of confusion, and she muttered: "Good?", "Evil?", "Redeem?", "Betrayal?", "Abandoned?" The lamb?"

An unparalleled anger filled Qiao Xiaoxuan's mind, and the vigorous flame poured down from every corner of his body. The first unfortunate was the holy knights standing at the forefront of the formation.

The loyal and upright soldiers found that the sacred fighting spirit that made them proud turned into a layer of window paper at this time, so fragile in front of this green flame.

The high-sounding chant sounded, and the priests wanted to summon the light to come again under the auspices of the bishop, but they only recited the upper half of the spell, and then were submerged by the sea of flames.

The black smoke permeated, full of twisted souls, making the last struggle in the sea of fire.

None of the frightened marrow-absorbing warriors dared to move. In fact, under the strong momentum of Qiao Xiaoxuan, they could not move.

Fortunately, there is another good news - the sea of fire tumbling around seems to have its own wisdom, which does not hurt them at all. Instead, it exudes a little warmth, which makes these guys who have never seen the sun a little novel.

In just a few breathing hours, only black ashes were left in St. Paul's Cathedral, which was difficult for this thousand marrow-absorbing demons to break. Strangely, except for the clergy, not even a piece of paper did not burn.

"Young master? Young master? Young master! Let's go back." Sakyamuni summoned up the greatest courage to ask.

Qiao Xiaoxuan nodded, and Sakyamuni's wheel was like an amnesty, and quickly greeted him to "drive back to the palace".

Jipandu Town, an ancient castle that has been abandoned for nine years, Qiao Xiaoxuan reclines against the rusty copper bell, holding Xiaolin in his arms.

Qiao Xiaoxuan doesn't know what he is doing. Why is he intoxicated before he starts?

When he first saw Xiaolin, he seemed to fall into her pure eyes, but it was just a good impression.

Is it because of the miss from time to time for these nine years?

So why do you miss a stranger who is kind at most, but has only met once?

Like her? Fall in love with her?

Or... because she looks like Zilin? The idea was immediately kicked out of his mind.

A series of question marks surged in Qiao Xiaoxuan's mind, and his heart, which never knew what was weak, had a burning pain. Xiaolin's confused eyes made Qiao Xiaoxuan a little confused.

"What do you think is kindness?" Xiaolin looked at Qiao Xiaoxuan with confused eyes, like a drowning person looking for a last life-saving straw.

"Kindness should be selflessly helping others, although I always think it's a little stupid." Qiao Xiaoxuan smiled and tried not to look at her painful eyes.

Is that right? No! There is no kindness in this world! Is it kind to help a hungry girl? No! It's the enemy!" Xiaolin roared excitedly, "You will be abandoned by God!" Your faith is too impure! You are a lost lamb! You are already falling into evil!"

Qiao Xiaoxuan didn't know what to say, so he could only hold her tightly.

He knew that her faith collapsed and the spiritual pillar that supported her soul collapsed.

She is confused about what she has been pursuing.

She doesn't know what's right and what's wrong.

Is the light necessarily correct? Should all the darkness go to hell? Although this may not be God's intention, the damn court executioners made a trial for God.

Muttering something, Xiaolin's tone became lighter and lighter, her eyes slowly closed, and her hands grasped Qiao Xiaoxuan's arm tightly.

Blood appeared in Qiao Xiaoxuan's hand and flowed quickly to the beautiful girl, trying to save her rapidly passing life.

A drop of crystal tears flowed out of Qiao Xiaoxuan's eyes. He suddenly felt that the world was full of sadness. It was not that he didn't want to be a good person, but that the world forced you to be a bad person, otherwise you could not survive at all.

Xiaolin stopped talking, closed her eyes and shed the last tear of her life.

Qiao Xiaoxuan heard a crisp cracking sound, which was a heartbreaking sound. Now he knew that it turned out that sadness would kill people...

"Qiao Xiaoxuan!"

A crisp angry shout woke up Qiao Xiaoxuan.

A beautiful girl in short suit appeared under the castle, with a long black scabbard sword in her hand. Only Zilin would have that indifferent eyes.

Qiao Xiaoxuan's confused eyes flashed with a trace of brilliance.

Zulin turned over and rushed to the castle.

cang liang! With the sound of gold and stone, a sword spirit cut her waist in mid-air. Zilin hurriedly came out of the scabbard, waved a golden sword light to destroy the sword gas, and continued to rise.

The small figure of Sakyamuni's stiff sting appeared in the void. He was about to put out his sword again, but he shouted: "Get back!"

Qiao Xuan got up angrily and stared straight at the marrow-absorbing demon warriors under the castle.

Sakyam's stiff sting returned, and his figure disappeared in mid-air, and Junti's wife continued to guard at the gate of the castle.

Sakyamuni's decay wheel hurriedly scolded them and let them get out one by one.

"Who are they? Blood demon? Are you hanging out with them? Zilin asked.

Qiao Xiaoxuan sat back in a stunned position and continued to hold Xiaolin without saying anything.

This scene made Zilin a little uncomfortable, but it was quickly covered up by her. "Who is she?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan looked up at her and said, "Her name is Xiaolin."

Zi Lin looked deeply at the dead girl and found that how she was so similar to herself? If she is not a Westerner, Zilin will suspect that this is her own sister.

"You are very similar, aren't you?" Qiao Xiaoxuan smiled, but it was a little bitter.

"What's going on?"

"This is a story that has ended before it has begun..."

... The next day, there was a new grave in the cemetery next to the town of Jiupan, and there was one less kind girl in the world...

The light moonlight sprinkled, and the silent night was a little lonely.

In the castle, Qiao Xiaoxuan and Zilin sat opposite each other.

silently tasting the fragrant tea in front of her, Zilin didn't say a word. She listened to Qiao Xiaoxuan tell the story after the separation, the West Sea War, the righteous road ambush, exiled to the West, the recovery of the marrow-absorbing demon clan, the coup incident, the strange elders, and nine years of sitting in the gate.

While talking about it, Qiao Xiaoxuan felt a little incredible. He was really a disaster star. Wherever he went, there were wars and a sea of blood.

After nine years of separation, goodbye to Zilin, there is a faint and indescible smell in my heart.

"Then how did you appear here?" Qiao Xiaoxuan asked.

Zi Lin gently took a sip of the teacup in front of her and frowned, "What kind of tea is this?"

"Ha ha, this foreign country, just order it. Besides, my men don't like to drink tea. How can this temporary preparation be better?"

Is that right? They all drink blood, right?

As soon as the sentence came out, the air condensed slightly.

Qiao Xiaoxuan looked at Zilin for a long time and sighed, "Have you still been paying attention to what is wrong for so many years?" Qiao Xiaoxuan shook his head, "Pangu opened the world, not for people. Everything in the world has its irreplaceable seriousness. Every species has its own way of survival. Can you make wolves vegetarian? Can you let the sheep hunger strike? Can you keep the grass from absorbing nutrients from the earth?

Zilin smiled faintly, "These words are in line with heaven. What about humanity?"

"The world is imperceptible, and it is more difficult to figure out than the way of heaven." Qiao Xiaoxuan paused and said, "So far, I have only peeped at one point. I am kind to others and can't be humiliated, that's all."

"Actually, you are right. How many people can be kind to others? In the past, I always thought that the right path was a good person and the devil's way should surrender, but that's not the case. Zilin shook her head and her eyes drifted into the distance. "After separating from you, I will return to my teacher's door. My days are still the same as before. I burned elixir and read scriptures."

"Suddenly one day, the mountain guardian spirit beast returned seriously injured, and the golden bell in front of the hall rang twelve times - this was a warning bell. At that moment, I went to the hall and found that the master confronted the visitors with a pale face, and hundreds of swordsmen of the other party stared at dozens of masters and apprentices in my family."

"Sword cultivation? ..." Qiao Xiaoxuan secretly thought about the taste.

"I didn't understand the beginning and end of the matter until I heard the master scolding the people, but it was the Shushan Sword School that coveted the direct sword in our family, saying that it wanted me to join the Shushan Sword School Alliance and use the direct sword as a gift."

"How can the master agree to bully? For a moment, the atmosphere was deadlocked. The disciples of Shushan were extremely despicable and shameless. They suddenly took action and rose to the sword light together. Hundreds of swords came. Several sisters died tragically on the spot, and even the yuan gods were hanged to fly ashes."

Qiao Xiaoxuan was speechless. In the past two days, he was really miserable and patted her on the shoulder silently.

Zilin's body stiffened a little, turned to relieved, and cried sadly, "That Zhou Chong, as the elder of Shushan, actually mixed the sword light among his disciples and attacked him. At present, he seriously injured the master. However, during the tea time, there were 53 people in my Rover Sword School. Except for me, there was no living mouth left."

"How did you escape?"

"I wanted to die as a martyr, but I was beaten out of the mountain protection array by the master, and there was this divine sword."

Zulin raised the black scabbard sword in her hand.

"Is this the treasure of your town faction?" Qiao Xiaoxuan looked at it, but he couldn't see anything strange, but it was worth tearing his face and grabbing it. That should also be a great treasure.

At this point, the two stopped their mouths and looked out of the door. But someone came over. With Qiao Xiaoxuan's current cultivation, not to mention the castle, even within ten miles of this square, any movement is clear.

"Young master?" Sakyamuni stood at the door and nodded to Zilin.

Seeing Qiao Xiaoxuan nodding, he came in.

"Young master, I'm afraid we have a little trouble." Sakyamuni bowed and said, "Mr. Schindler, the archbishop, seems to be very angry that we killed all the clergy of St. Paul's Cathedral. I heard that four of the eight paladins of the Holy See have been mobilized into the Great Demon City, as well as at least a thousand sacred knights and many court executioners."

Qiao Xiaoxuan frowned and said nothing.

This is obviously wrong. After all, the dark parliament is the biggest enemy of the Holy See. No matter how angry you are, you should not fight against the tantric party so blatantly. Isn't that clearly telling the guy of the dark council to copy their other parishes?

What's more, the Netherlands, which is dominated by the demon party, is the largest parish invested by the Holy See's armed forces. These guys are all crazy people. Their biggest dream is to dominate the earth, enslave human beings, or destroy them together.

They think both results are better than living so boringly.

"Ha ha, dear Shakyamuni, you have been the speaker for nine years. You don't have to say more about this kind of thing to me. In fact, I don't need any power. I just need to have a force at the right time. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Qiao Xiaoxuan looked at Sakyamuni's decaying wheel with bright eyes.

The tantric party leader who lowered his head seemed to see the churning sea of blood behind Qiao Xiaoxuan and the endless nine ghost flames. He was a little sweating.

His eyes flashed a few times, and Shakyamuni nodded and said, "Yes, young master, your servant will do everything you tell me."

"Very good."

As soon as the two words came out, the tense air seemed to ease a little, and Sakyamuni's decay wheel suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, let's buy some authentic Chinese tea."

Of course, Qiao Xiaoxuan will not reveal all his ideas to his subordinates. Is he still a leader? That's the dog-headed munist!

"I'd like to introduce two friends to you." Qiao Xiaoxuan said to Zilin with a smile.

Sakyamuni retreated.