Chapter 17 Ascension

The blood vortex was angry again, and the rolling blood awn tide had broken through the shackles of the twelve heavenly array in an instant.

The magnificent blood-colored tide swept around again, and bursts of exclamations and screams sounded. Taoist figures were all rolled up by the blood-colored tide, pulled and thrown up in a blink of an eye, and were sucked into the blood-colored whirlpool and silent.

At this time, Lingxiu has sacrificed the Buddha's palm again, but this time the Buddha's light has no effect at all.

Li Xiaohe suddenly felt as if he had been imprisoned by an invisible force and could not move. He was only anxious.

And then, the blood tide has hit his face, and a large area of blood light has drowned him in an instant.

He only felt the wind roaring in his ear. If there were thousands of ghosts howling, his body was hit by the violent pulling force, as if it had been torn, hurting into the bone marrow, and he couldn't stop throwing up.

At the moment of throwing up, he felt a warmth in the palm of his hand, and then he struggled to turn his head.

At this time, there is only a pair of burning light, like the stars in the night, driving away the endless cold. His eyes are just firm, like a fire burning, if they want to burn everything.

That was Xiao Zi. Xiao Zi actually grabbed him at this time, and he only felt a pain in his heart.

The pulling force released by the bloody whirlpool could not be stopped by manpower, but Xiao Zi did not let go at all. He only felt that his palm was scratched by Xiao Zi.

Then Xiao Zi's figure only flew up with him in the endless blood, followed by the shouts of Liang Ziqiao and Lingxiu.

It's just that the shout went further and further away, and finally disappeared.

In this vast sea of blood, only he and Xiao Zi kept flying. Xiao Zi wore a purple skirt and hunted.

But at this time, Xiaozi smiled at him with no complaints and no regrets. Her flying figure is like the most beautiful butterfly at this moment.

It's just that Li Xiaohe only thought that this most beautiful butterfly should be linger in a sea of flowers. Why is it so close to him?

Then the bloody whirlpool is getting closer and closer to them, and he can already feel the magnificent power, like the power of heaven and anger, which is irresistible.

He could see the bloody city. The ghosts in the city were miscellaneous, with sad, thousands of ghosts howling, and endless tragic images.

The bloody blood pierced his mouth and nose in an instant, and he only felt that his chest was stuffy, and he was completely unconscious.

At the moment of closing his eyes, Lin Mengyao appeared in his mind again.

Lin Mengyao's bun was wet by the rain, which was so pitiful.

The Xuanling Sword cut through the night, and the blue shadow also persistently followed him into the mouth of the underworld.

Now he is next to a little purple in purple, but that persistence is the same as Lin Mengyao.

In those eyes are just tenaty, endless loneliness•••••

Who on earth has fixed those sorrows and attachments that are so haunting?

It's just that no one came to answer the sadness in Li Xiaohe's heart, and the endless blood tide is still rolling.

And Wang Renfeng was shocked to see that Xiao Zi was pulled away with Li Xiaohe by the tide of blood.

With the king Feng, he couldn't take care of much. He was shocked and flew to the bloody whirlpool. He wanted to save Xiao Zi.

Just as he was about to rush into the bloody whirlpool, a glowing palm print suddenly rushed out from the center of the bloody whirlpool.

Wang Renfeng's sword eyebrows stood up and flashed all over his body, but the mixed palm print only flashed in front of him.

"hong••••••”

The palm print slapped straight at Wang Renfeng. After a muffled sound, Wang Renfeng's figure had already flown out.

Wang Renfeng, who has no way to resist this palm seal, but after this blow, the palm print has dissipated, and the blood-colored tide sweeping all directions has also slowly dissipated.

Wang Renfeng only flew far in the air, and then stabilized his figure. At this time, his face was already pale.

Then he rushed to the bloody whirlpool again, but at this time, Hui only sighed, and his body moved in front of him.

"Hmm?" Seeing Hui lead in front of him, Wang Renfeng immediately raised his eyebrows.

Now his daughter was swept away by the bloody whirlpool, but Hui Yin blocked him, and the anger gushed out of his heart in an instant can be imagined.

At this time, even the gods and Buddhas, I'm afraid Wang Renfeng dares to fight.

Seeing that the king Feng was angry, Hui Yin immediately said, "Calm down and think about it first. Do you remember what the man just said before he left?"

How could Wang Renfeng think so much about it at this time, but when he saw that Hui was full of goodwill, he smiled slightly.

"The 'Buddha fingerprint' of my Guanghua Temple is also a heavy treasure. Why do you think there is a heavy treasure to protect yourself? Everyone else is fine. Li Xiaohe alone was swept out?" Hui Yin said again.

Hearing Hui's words, Wang Renfeng immediately turned her head and looked at Lingxiu and Liang Ziqiao below, and saw that both of them were fine.

And just now he also saw clearly that only Li Xiaohe was pulled out of the Buddha's light, and Xiaozi was pulled away in order to save Li Xiaohe.

Seeing this, Wang Renfeng remembered the words left by the mysterious figure before he left, and suddenly looked awe-in.

At this time, Hui said, "You can see that Ai must be fine this time, and it is a great blessing."

"But••••••"

Wang Renfeng also thought of the secret here at this time, but the bloody whirlpool is the ghost gate, and under the ghost gate is the nine underworld. How can he rest assured?

Hui saw this and said, "You and I'd better seal this ghost door first."

Hearing Hui Yin say this, Wang Renfeng hesitated.

"I know what you think, but there is another place in this world where you can get through, and they can still get out of there." Hui said with a smile.

"Okay." Hearing Hui's words, Wang Renfeng sighed and was very helpless.

With the king Feng and Hui Yin, they took action again. At this time, the bloody whirlpool was finally no different, and was only pressed down by the power of the twelve golden pillars.

After a long time, I don't know where the bloody whirlpool has been pressed into the ground, but the surrounding area of the ground is constantly trembling.

Finally, Wang Renfeng waved a mysterious seal again in the palm of his hand.

The magic seal flashed and rotated endlessly, with an endless and simple atmosphere, and there was another pressure as if there were endless gods and demons hiding in it, which made the practitioners in the capital city feel bored and dare not breathe.

The French seal only "splitting" and slowly flew down from Wang Renfeng's palm, and soon disappeared into the underground abyss.

Then the twelve towering beams of light suddenly vibrate and "buzz" hiss.

At this time, Wang Renfeng shouted loudly.

"Town•••••••••••••"

When this deep shout echoed in all directions, I saw that the twelve golden pillars suddenly shrank and went to the abyss together. Until all the golden pillars fell into the ground, I saw endless golden light burning in the huge mouth of the abyss, and the surrounding earth was sinking and trembling.

"Oh•••••"

In the end, there was a deep and horrible ghost roaring in the depths of the earth.

The sound was very sad, but endless struggle, with unwillingness and arrogance, which made people's scalp burst.

But after this ghost roar, the endless golden light in the underground abyss suddenly disappeared like a candle.

After a long time, the bottom of the earth has gradually calmed down and came silently.

At this moment, all the practitioners in the capital couldn't help exhaling and experiencing many changes, all the fears and nightmares finally went away.

But at this time, Lingxiu and Liang Ziqiao were still standing still in place, and everything just now still shocked them.

"How could it be like this?" Liang Ziqiao just muttered dullly, as if he didn't believe it.

Hearing this, Lingxiu only had a sad face. Fu'er looked up at the Buddha's palm still hanging above his head, which was still a golden array at this time.

Lingxiu also didn't understand why Li Xiaohe was pulled out by the blood at that time, and he and Liang Ziqiao were fine.

And after Hui Yin and Wang Renfeng sealed the ghost gate, Wang Renfeng naturally turned around and left.

Hui Yin saw Lingxiu and Liang Ziqiao below, couldn't help laughing, and then slowly lowered his body.

Seeing that Hui came slowly, Lingxiu and Liang Ziqiao put away the haze on their faces.

Liang Ziqiao took a step forward to meet him, bowed to Hui Yin, and said solemnly, "Master."

"Hmm." Hui Yin nodded slightly, smiled, couldn't hide his joy, and just said, "Get up."

"Please give me a Dharma name." Liang Ziqiao slowly stood up.

Hui Yin only sighed and said, "I'm about to ascend. Although I can't teach you after taking you as an apprentice, I hope you can purify yourself and turn to the Buddha wholeheartedly. You just need to get rid of your pride, but keep your wisdom. You are the same generation as Lingxiu, and you will be 'Linghui' in the future. This word 'Hui' is also the last thing I left for you.

"Linghui•••••" Liang Ziqiao only whispered, and Fu'er said, "I will live up to the master's expectations."

And Lingxiu saw this and only bowed to Liang Ziqiao and said, "Brother Linghui."

Liang Ziqiao naturally returned a gift and only said in his heart.

"From now on, I have been smart•••••”

Finally, Hui Yin turned around and said, "So I'll go."

Lingxiu and Liang Ziqiao both bowed down and worshipped, saw Hui lead to soaring, and their eyes were reluctant to give up.

At this time, everyone in the capital is also holding their breath.

After 5,000 years, there are soaring people in the world again, which is a blessing for the whole world of cultivation.

Hui Yin sat on the Buddha lotus, and his face was full of solemnity.

The Buddha lotus rises steadily, and the Buddha light around the body is also more and more brilliant.

At this time, the whole curtain is still infinite, and the golden light rolls into a whirlpool. The Buddha's voice is flourishing in the center of the whirlpool, and all kinds of light clouds are constantly falling. The virtual shadows of various fairy beasts only dance in that space.

And in the end, Hui's figure finally disappeared into the center of the whirlpool and came silently after a long time.

Only the colorful clouds in the sky are still the same for a long time••••••