Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

Looking at the horrible scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood outside the door, Wang Fugui's expression was still compassionate, his childish face became more sacred, and the flames all over his body became more blazing.

However, with his current cultivation at the Golden Core stage, no matter how strong his foundation is, he still cannot save the vengeful souls who have been entangled in countless worlds for generations.

The pure brilliance was gradually buried unwillingly, and the half-struggled Rakshasa women were like chrysalis stuck in the slough of cicadas, unable to emerge into butterflies, and finally had to perish.

The bone ghost awakened in the pond has already been submerged by the grievances of many generations, and sank into the sea of ​​suffering again. Just like what the tree demon's grandmother said, even this Lanruo Temple, Wang Fugui cannot save it.

Not only could it not save people, layers of greyish white, dark red, and miserable green resentment intertwined, the dead air was like a beard growing out of the void, trying to cling to Wang Fugui and pull him closer to the sea of ​​suffering.

Although the beards in front were ignited by the flames around Wang Fugui, the almost endless beards in the back followed closely behind, gradually becoming strange gray, dark red, and miserable green overlapping to suppress the brilliant flames, and the reincarnation around Wang Fugui The readers couldn't help but take a step back, these things are too weird.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Pang Lei said to Wang Fugui, "Senior brother, we can keep the green hills here, and we don't have to worry about no firewood. Why bother with these ghosts? Going back to invite master and uncle is just a matter of thunder." .”

At the same time, he looked at Wang Juyi, "Aren't those over there going to help? Now is not the time to fight."

Although he didn't quite understand the argument between Wang Fugui and Wang Juyi just now, he also knew that the handsome monk in gray cloth should be as powerful as his blessed senior brother, otherwise he wouldn't be the main line of another wave of reincarnation Task.

Li Yan and Yali looked at each other. At this time, they should persuade Wang Jueyi to take action because of the situation and reason, but it seems that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

The previous debate between the two has been similar to the battle of ideas and the battle of avenues.

Wang Jieyi will never be easily subdued, so the two are going to continue to wait and see. After all, if this is still a task for newcomers, they have not hindered or biased the "plot" before. On the contrary, if they persuade Wang Jieyi, they will really let 'Plot' goes into the unknown.

As a fourth-tier elite reincarnator, Yunbao, although his thinking is not as clear as the two, but from what he learned about the missions of newcomers in the land of reincarnation, there is indeed a mentor who messed up, causing the plot to deviate, resulting in a big crisis.

But he dares to swear that he never forced the mentor and newcomers to think in the first place. He has already used an intermediate-level investigation scroll, but he got dense question marks. This already shows that the situation in front of him is absolutely beyond their ability to intervene. There are other variables in it, rashly interfering will only cause bad things.

At this time, Xiao Zhu's eyes flashed, and a green lotus flower like jasper flew out from his sleeve. She knew the young master's character.

As for this green lotus, Xiao Zhu didn't pay attention to it at first, but after stepping into the practice, she realized more and more how much karma she had formed with Wang Juyi at that time, so she hesitated for a moment in front of this person.

Qinglian took root in the void, a ray of brilliance shone like the bright moonlight, countless grievances and dead breath disappeared, grayish white, dark red, and miserable green flesh whiskers in midair, withered and withered the moment they touched the brilliance, Even the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood outside the door were restrained three feet in front of the door.

Grandma stood on top of the waves made up of countless dead bones and flesh, looked down at the people in the temple from top to bottom, saw Qinglian floating in mid-air, his expression was superimposed with shock and greed, "Innate spiritual root!"

As a demon in the form of spiritual roots, he would never mistake his innate spiritual roots.

"God helped me too!" Grandma's hoarse voice was difficult to distinguish between yin and yang, echoing like a night owl in this fog-shrouded ghost forest.

Even he never thought that happiness would come so suddenly, and getting this innate spiritual root meant that he would have the opportunity to return to his roots and rebel against his innate roots.

Grandma thought for a moment, and found a few withered scarecrows from the colorful clothes that looked like snake sloughs. The scarecrows' dark yellow bodies were condensed with fresh blood. Going down, piercing several dry scarecrows like a sharp sword.

In the temple, the Rakshasa women who had been frozen in the slough of the cicadas wailed mournfully. Countless blood-colored swamps spewed out of their clean spirit bodies from the inside out, like trickling water, and they were like people struggling in the swamp. Hope is ahead, but it is overwhelmed by endless despair.

Grandma laughed wildly outside the temple, "Aren't you going to save them? Why didn't you do it?"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhu immediately understood what her grandma was thinking. Neither she nor Wang Fugui had really grasped the green lotus in mid-air, otherwise the green lotus would not have only exerted such power.

Grandma wants to use the Rakshasa girl to consume Wang Fugui's power and break through Qinglian's barrier from the inside.

Sure enough, he saw the mournful Rakshasa girl. Wang Fugui spread his right hand flat, and raised his left index finger upright. A ray of pure radiance from Qinglian was split into two. One turned into a rope and was thrown towards the Rakshasa girl in the mud. Still blocking the entry of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood outside the door.

However, Qinglian's power was divided into two, and the grandmother who was originally blocked three feet in front of the door went further in an instant.

She knelt in front of Wang Fugui, a crystal spider's thread protruded out, entangled with the fleshy whiskers in the void, "Master, I have never disobeyed your will, but this time I really can't save it, if I continue If we make a move, we will all fall into it ourselves.”

She really couldn't understand why the always alert young master in front of her was so stubborn today, she turned her head to look at Wang Juyi, "I, Xiao Zhu, did something wrong in the past, but you Wang Juyi He's not a hard-hearted person, why did he lose his love and sex today out of anger?"

Wang Jueyi looked at all the things in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I can't save people, I can only kill people, and he won't let me kill."

The black epee behind his back let out a dull sword cry, as if defending his master.

Hearing this, Xiao Zhu looked at his young master again, the spider silk in his hand was gradually stained with gray, dark red and miserable green, "Master, today is Xiao Zhu begging you, hurry up Well, it's too late."

Wang Fugui's expression was still compassionate, like a golden statue, which vaguely overlapped with Qinglian in midair, detached from anything.

After she finished speaking, she showed determination, the spider silk in her hand divided into ten thousand, and then turned into infinity, forming a snow-white wave, which not only covered all the fleshy whiskers in the void, but also broke through this ancient temple, breaking countless gates, The snow-white ocean wants to drown everything.