In the space-time tunnel, Wang Huan looked at the star and moon Bodhi that he rushed into his mind, and he was a little overwhelmed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Infinite holy light surged towards Xingyue Bodhi, but an equally brilliant Buddha light suddenly emerged, and it actually resisted the holy light!

Two huge wills are constantly communicating and colliding.

Wang Huan looked at this scene blankly, a little shocked.

To be able to confront Fia's existence directly in his mind?

What was the existence that was sealed in the graveyard of gods and demons before?

A phantom shadow suddenly appeared on the Xingyue Bodhi, and the shape could not be seen clearly.

A warm voice suddenly sounded in Wang Huan's mind: "Hey, Lord God of Life, don't be so willful...... You who are called the main gods in these lower plane worlds are just prey in the upper planes - even if you are one of the strongest beings in the upper plane, but now you are too seriously injured!"

"Time and space are already chaotic, and you shouldn't want to be more seriously injured if you're already seriously injured...... Don't forget, this space-time tunnel was formed by my power!"

Fia stared at this Xingyue Bodhi tightly, and snorted coldly, and the infinite holy light continued to pour out from the magic array, wrapping towards the Xingyue Bodhi from all sides, without any intention of compromise.

The shadow on the star-moon Bodhi continues to shrink, but the Buddha's light is still tenacious.

"Look at how sensible things are over there, Wang Xu's kid is really terrifying, even his disciples have made so many preparations. If you can accept that part of the power, why can't you cooperate with me—"

The phantom looked at the dragon boat on the wordless scroll on the side, and looked at the three immortal mountains.

The scroll is still and does not seem to intervene in the outside world at all.

Fia said coldly, "I don't trust you. ”

Wang Huan couldn't interject at all, so he could only watch all this quietly.

He quickly analyzed the conversation in his head, silently remembering it all in his heart.

It's only natural that Fia has a secret.

Although I don't understand why she doesn't give him some information at a critical moment every time, Wang Huan has basically determined that this guy Feiya has a reason why he must hide it from him.

But Wang Huan didn't care much.

Anyway, without Feya, he would have died an unknown number of times.

The phantom shadow on the Xingyue Bodhi seemed to be about to disappear, and the infinite holy light forced the Buddha's light tighter and tighter.

At this moment, the phantom on Xingyue Bodhi suddenly pointed at Wang Huan: "That's it, I've lost to you! I've become the guardian spirit of this little guy, are you satisfied?"

The light suddenly loosened, and the phantom returned to normal.

The phantom laughed softly: "It's really protecting him......"

The spell engraving on the face of Xingyue Bodhi gradually lit up, and a magic circle that was exactly the same as the engraving floated up from it and flew into the ten-pointed star magic array.

Fiya's red and blue eyes stared at the calm Xingyue Bodhi, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

She glanced at Wang Huan and slowly closed her bright eyes.

Wang Huan suddenly felt that he had established a close and inseparable connection with Xingyue Bodhi, although it had not reached the point of living and dying together, it was definitely a relationship of advancing and retreating with both prosperity and loss.

Now Fia is in the center of this mysterious space with the magic array, with the wordless scroll on the left and the Xingyue Bodhi on the right.

What kind of guys are hiding in his mind now......

The space-time tunnel, which had been stagnant, suddenly fluctuated, and the huge power of space-time changed instantly, and Wang Huan felt that he was about to come out of here.

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The streets of Rakshasa are bustling with the spirits of the dead, and the shops on the streets are selling goods, making it look like a real human street.

It was approaching evening now, and the tempting smell of food was coming from everywhere, and the faces of countless undead were full of serenity.

Many children are surrounding a storyteller, who is telling stories in a melodious tone.

"You don't know what it was like to be here sixteen years ago, when it was a hell, people turned into evil spirits all the time, and we had to keep running away or we would be captured or killed at any time......," the storyteller was a gray-haired old man.

Countless children's exclamations are constantly ringing, and children always love to listen to stories of ups and downs.

This old man is one of the rare surviving spirits of Rakshasa Street, and the story he tells is extremely vivid and immersive.

"At that time, even gentleness on Rakshasa Street became a sin. ”

The deep wrinkles on his face seemed to speak of the pain of the time, but there was a smile on his lips.

"But there was one man who changed all that - he made gentleness a beautiful ......"

The white-haired old man looked at the locust tree on the hill in the middle of Rakshasa Street.

Today's locust tree, with lush branches and full of vitality, makes people feel happy when they see it.

Under the locust tree, a statue can be faintly seen.

The statue is carved with flame ornamentation, wearing a white robe, holding a knife in both hands, the smile on the statue's face is warmer than the sun, and I don't know who carved it, every detail seems to be missing, it is like a living person.

"Grandpa, who is the statue under the locust tree? I've never heard Brother Cao mention it?" the children asked curiously.

The corners of the old man's mouth curled, and he was about to continue the story, when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a weak figure, and he stopped telling it, and greeted the figure with a smile.

It was a very beautiful figure, as if it came with the sun, like an elf, and time seemed to have left no trace on her.

"Xiao Rou, have you come out to buy things again? Come on, come on, send these new teas that have just been harvested to Lord Cao. The old man took out a tightly wrapped bag of tea leaves, and the faint smell of tea was shocking, obviously all of them were high-grade new tea.

It was a teenage girl with beautiful long silver-white hair, she was wearing a simple gray robe that was clean and plain, and her curved eyes seemed to be smiling at all times.

Her seemingly spotless face is always full of hope, and the moment all the undead see her, they can't help but have the strength to continue to persevere.

The body of the undead can only maintain its original appearance before death, and there is no way to continue to grow.

"Sister Xiaorou!"

The old storyteller stopped talking, and the children didn't care, but ran to Xiaorou with cheers.

Xiao Rou patted the heads of these little guys, smiled and waved her hand to the old man, and planned to continue walking towards the mountain locust tree.

However, at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Rou.

"Little girl, we finally met again......" The corners of Helkamp's mouth curled up wickedly in a black suit, and his figure suddenly appeared on the street.

His younger brother, the wolf god Kelly, followed Hale indifferently, seemingly uninterested in everything around him.

Xiao Rou's eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly remembered who this person was, and she protected the children behind her.

Hale no longer hid his aura, and his powerful spiritual power instantly swept around, and he was much stronger than before!

A huge three-headed dog of hell suddenly appeared on the street and suddenly pounced on Xiao Rou.

"Is there anyone else coming to save you this time?, is your guardian still there?" Hale laughed.

"Sixteen years have not appeared, your guardian spirit is already dead!"