Silk cloth is a spirit, Shura Dao? It's not that you don't want to fix ghosts? Do you practice Shura directly?

I'm worried about your big stride—something.

The big head with the small body swims around and swallows, and every time it swallows some souls, its head gets bigger, and every time it swallows some souls, it gets bigger again. This game, Hu Qingshu, at first it was still fighting, and then it became addictive. Even if those unjust souls have avoided her, she still unswervingly chases after her and gulps.

Silk always felt that she was very familiar with this.

Later, he couldn't look past it and shouted to stop.

Hu Qingyi reluctantly swallowed dozens more, and the souls of the injustices hid far away, making way for her to make a wide space.

"Now, can you talk properly?"

There is no specific description of these unjust souls, they are huddled together, some black, some gray, some old, and some new.

No one answered. They are delirious and instinctively bite at spirits that are different from their own, but when they find that this spirit is not easy to mess with, they instinctively avoid it.

Seeing that he couldn't communicate, Hu Qing was helpless, his stomach swelled, he opened his mouth and burped, and several unjust souls floated out, quickly escaped, and squeezed into the army of unjust souls.

Hu rubbed his stomach lightly, burping non-stop, and a series of unjust souls floated out and ran away.

The corners of the silk cloth twitched at the corners of his eyes, is this a loneliness? Why do you keep doing all these retarded things?

Hu Qing, who spit out the bubbles: "I vomited if it wasn't clean." I've also absorbed a lot of their divine soul power. ”

After saying that, her huge and huge head swished back and shrunk back to a normal size, and sure enough, the wounds on Hu Qing's soul had disappeared, and her soul was more condensed.

Silk: Good news.

But what now?

These unjust souls are all in the light soul at this moment. If you change someone else, a trace of someone else's divine consciousness can be fatal if you enter the soul, so many unjust souls-

"It's really a disaster." Silk cloth said.

Hu Qing casually continued: "The sky will descend on a great task." ”

She sat cross-legged like the heart of the water and recited the transcendent scriptures.

"Does it work?" Silk cloth is hopeless.

Hu Qing didn't answer, and concentrated on reciting, although she didn't have Buddha nature, she could still do it wholeheartedly by reciting a scripture.

Barren land, endless abyss, the bottom of the demonic aura, green and shining. The green light came out of nowhere, faint but continuous, in this place where there was no life, in this silent place, turning into patches of undulating places.

Suddenly, a little golden light flashed and disappeared very quickly. But after a while, another flash of golden light, then two, three. The golden points of light were particularly conspicuous in the soft green light, they fluttered slightly in the air, and the surrounding demonic energy seemed to be extremely jealous, and quickly withdrew into the distance, setting off a gust of wind. The golden dot spun in the breeze, crashing into the silk wrapped in the human figure, and disappeared.

Silk cloth looked at the golden light spot that appeared in Hu Qing's soul in surprise, this, this, this? That's impossible!

Can her mushy head get merit?

The golden light surrounded Hu Qing's soul, Hu Qing was unconscious, still reciting the scriptures, not happy or sad.

Or rather, no emotion.

Mechanical recitation of texts.

The black gas was billowing around, and countless unjust souls were huddled together, and they felt a burst of heat, as if they were about to melt their heat, and fear, but they couldn't help but want to get closer.

Finally, there was a cloud of black qi that couldn't help but desire to separate from the black qi and get closer to the middle.

The black qi was still, and all the unjust souls looked at the black qi.

The black gas is like a small dark cloud, and the tentative little feet stretch out to the sun, so hot, so roasted, so good—I want to get closer.

The little feet and feet are close and close, and then they are closer, and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and every piece of the body hurts, and the fire hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. How long has it been that it can only feel cold? It's so cold that it's so cold that it's so cold that it's numb and loses its senses. Now, it felt the heat, it burned, burned away the coldness in its soul, and it seemed to feel the flesh grow again, and the hot blood flowed in the veins

The small dark cloud approached closely, and black raindrops fell from it, and the raindrops were immediately dried by the high temperature, turning into nothingness, and the rain became more and more, and the small dark cloud became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped in front of the golden light. The small dark cloud turned into a smaller little white cloud, and it seemed to remember something.

Take a deep look at the golden light, and the people behind it. Little Baiyun flipped his head to the back and over the dark clouds.

"What are you waiting for? This is our only chance. Come on. ”

The dark clouds didn't understand, but they felt it, burn it, burn it, you can't burn it, it's very comfortable to burn.

Boom rushed up.

"Hu Qing—" Silk Cloth broke out in a cold sweat.

He wanted to say get bigger, get bigger, make a big mouth and eat them! But thinking of the golden light of merit, he closed his mouth.

I always feel like I'm going to witness a miracle.

Dark clouds besieged the city, and resentment rolled, as if it wanted to tear something inside. In fact, the innermost and most central place, Hu Qing sits in peace, the golden light protects the body, the scriptures are continuous, and the closest place from the golden light, one, two, three. Xiao Baiyun was clean, drilled out, and the little dark cloud behind him stepped forward.

Whew, it's hot and it's hot, it's so comfortable.

The dark clouds began to become lighter and lighter, until all the grievances were removed, and they became white and soft, and the white clouds fluttered and changed, some of which could condense human shapes, and some could even conjure up facial features.

Silk cloth watched coldly, and said in his heart: Take a fart Shura Dao!

She's really overdone, all the unjust souls!

What about saying that there is no Buddha nature?

The silk cloth couldn't help but look at the sky, the way of heaven was unpredictable, who would have thought that such an inconspicuous little monk as Hu Qing would win the favor of heaven, and he would actually send down the golden light of merit to help her.

Of course, it's not that Hu Qing's face is big, but that Hu Qing has this merit.

So, is it a matter of Tsugi Bay? If there is no light to take away the formation heart, is it the calculation of the demon race? Will there be countless deaths and injuries?

The silk cloth looked at the sky and sighed, and the sky could not be seen at all when it was dark and swarthy.

Once, he had also seen merit descend into the world several times, but since merit had been descended, why did his master leave so tragically? Isn't it recognized by heaven and earth? Why was it abandoned in the end?

He doesn't understand, he's just a machine spirit.

Now, the people he follows can gain merit when their cultivation is so low, will she end up repeating the same mistakes?

Silk cloth didn't understand very much, and he didn't want Hu Qing to follow the old path of his previous master.

So, he opened his eyes lightly.

He said, "Hu Qing, let's get out of here, and in the future, don't care about other people's affairs." ”

Hu lightly opened his eyes with a warm golden light, and thought that he had ascended to immortality. Hearing Silkcloth's words, she thought she had left the Jedi.

Wow Wow yelled: "I soared? I'm going to soar? Ascension is too easy, isn't it? No, I have to go back, I have to bring Hu Nuan with me. Bu, let's go, let's go back to Xiaoli Realm. ”

“.”

The pain and powerlessness and pessimism brought about by the memories of the heavy past were defeated at this moment, shattered to the ground, and could not be put together.

Soaring? Dream on, you idiot!

(End of chapter)