Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Song Qingxiao lowered his head and looked at Ah Qi's gaze.

Devilish energy reflected in her pupils, trying to make a special mark.

Small scales appeared around her eyes, and her pupils turned into dark gold, isolating this devilish energy strongly.

"I won't kill you."

She gently stretched out her hand, stroking the child's face to make sure.

His pupils had turned into pure black, and he couldn't see half of the light. The moment he heard Song Qing's little voice, large streams of black tears poured out from his eye sockets, as if he was very happy.

"However, I want to temporarily seal you here."

She said softly, her expression was gentle, but her eyes were firm and calm, completely opposite to her expression, making the tearful child stunned.

After the reflection of what she was talking about, the boy's expression became nervous and he called her:

"mother……"

"Don't be afraid."

She touched the child's face and comforted him:

"The devilish energy has been out of control and can no longer spill over."

After this uncontrollable demon energy was sealed in Tiandao Temple, it brought the people the fear of being shrouded in the shadow of demon for 800 years.

In the history of eight hundred years later, the huge thread-lifting demon soul and Tiandao Temple were all sealed together, which made the spread of demon energy to be contained to a certain extent.

The past history cannot be changed easily. Everything must follow the original process, otherwise more difficult problems may arise after the change.

Once history is changed, everything will be overthrown and restarted, and everything will deviate from the original track. Song Qingxiao cannot bear the consequences.

So she had to seal the demonized Qi in the same way as what happened in the process.

At this moment, she finally understood the hatred in the heart of the huge thread-lifting demon soul.

She also understood the meaning of those words spoken by the huge thread-lifting demon soul and Qing Mingling several times in the Tiandao Temple 800 years later.

"Mother... don't..."

Aqi's big eyes with tears in them pleaded and pleaded. When she shook her head, black tears splashed and turned into a devilish air of teeth and claws.

"Woo-"

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-’

Behind him, a huge demonic soul danced, and a group of corpses swayed, making a terrible misty cry.

"Observe." Her hand was still on A Qi's cheek, softly soothing:

"Wait for me here, I will think of a way to save you and get you out of these demonic controls."

Her voice was very soft, but as her spiritual power turned, she could see her unshakable will after she made up her mind.

A Qi knows her very well.

No matter how he begged her to stay, and brought food to her, when she was unmoved, that was the look in her eyes.

In fact, when he offered the sacrifice, he faintly guessed that this would be the result.

After many years of separation, he has become too much, and it is not the child who only longed for asylum that day.

However, there is still a weak hope in his heart, hoping that she can accept herself, for the sake of her insistence on seeking her, and don't be angry with him.

"Why... Mother..."

Why can't you forgive me? It's like I forgave you for leaving without saying goodbye.

His heart seemed to be torn apart, splitting into two different consciousnesses.

A person who felt that Song Qingxiao was the worst person in the world, abandoned him back then, but now when he finally appeared, he hit him hard.

But the other consciousness still clearly remembers the straw shop she prepared for herself in the cellar back then, she gave herself medicine and held her hand.

Those beautiful pictures are one of the few memories in his gloomy life.

The black energy swallowed his body and vitality, causing his eye sockets to quickly dry up, almost unable to shed tears.

Behind him, the shadow stood up, forming a huge black shadow nearly ten meters high, covering his body.

The hanging corpses were affected by the devil's energy and issued a long and sharp scream:

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

Maliciously, the body of that terrifying demon soul had gradually consolidated, and began to oppress Ah Qi's original will.

It raised its hand, already faintly seeing the facial features.

"Do not……"

The teenager shrouded in the shadows desperately kept the last trace of clarity, and shook his head strenuously:

"Can't kill her..."

He shrinks his neck, arms around his chest, as if trying to give himself courage.

The two consciousnesses check and balance each other, so that the speed of the spread of the devil qi ceases.

The dying old monk sat there, taking the scene before him into his eyes.

"God has the virtue of being good..."

After he said this sentence, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be more than before:

"Since one has the heart and the other can't bear it, the old monk will also help you."

As soon as the old monk's voice fell, his body quickly overflowed.

It seems that there is another layer of his ‘spirit’, which seems to be invisible detached from his body.

The spiritual power in his body turned into supreme vitality and began to nourish the temple land.

The collapsed temple platform is under the majestic spiritual power, as time goes backwards, and the splashed dust follows the original trajectory and flies back to where it was originally.

‘Boom Rumble...’

The shattered jade platform returned to its original place, and continued to look like it was little by little!

The golden Buddha statue that had been torn apart by the dark power flew back to the jade platform, and was regrouped and turned into the big Buddha before the collapse, overlooking the hall.

Endless Brahma sounds sounded, suppressing a large part of the power of darkness.

Above their heads, the hanging corpses couldn't stand the Buddha's light of the newly repaired Buddha, wailing and being hidden.

The whispers full of malicious whispers disappeared completely in an instant, and the magnificent ancient temple hall was extremely quiet in an instant.

The fallen leaves were smashed away by this force, and the temple was instantly cleaned up exceptionally clean.

One by one, yellow futons were laid out in front of the Buddha statues, waiting for the believers who came back to worship the Buddha.

Except for the broken incense burner tripod, the Tiandao Temple at this time seems to be the same as before.

Above the old monk's body, a colorful relic flew from his heavenly spirit cover, and fell into the struggling young man's eyebrows.

That is the Buddha-nature of a monk who has cultivated throughout his life.

As soon as the relic entered Ah Qi's body, it aroused the kindness in his heart and instantly suppressed the power of darkness.

Song Qingxiao took the opportunity to display his spiritual power.

The ice force escaped from her body, not only filling the hall, but also covering the temple.

"Do not……"

The shadow of the demon soul that was suppressed in mid-air was frozen little by little, gradually stained with a light blue frost shadow.

In Ah Qi's body, the brows and eyelashes were covered with frost and snow, but the next moment they were eroded by the devilish energy and turned into black crystals.

His will is still obstructing the shadow, even if he knows that Song Qingxiao is doing something to hurt him, he can't produce the will to resist.

"Mother... Mother..."

"Don't be afraid." She kept moving her hands, but she gave him a trace of heart to comfort him:

"You just stay here for the time being. When I think of a way in the future, I will save you."

Frost and snow ice sealed every inch of the temple, and then spread to the atrium, the Zen room behind it, and every location of Tiandao Temple.

The spiritual power was gradually emptied, and Song Qingxiao's body, which had grown up, shrank little by little.

Even at the pinnacle of her void level, it would be extremely difficult to seal such an ancient temple and demon soul.

The shadow of the demon soul that had been frozen in the air was frozen, but it did not completely lose its threatening power.

It was suppressed by the ice and snow only because of Ah Qi's will to resist and the help of the old monk, temporarily restrained.

But once it slowed down, Song Qingxiao, who had lost his power, was definitely not its enemy.

"Hehehehehe..."

It made a weird laugh, and the sound revealed a half-black layer of ice, as if mocking her for being powerless.

‘Click—’

The ice layer cracked from the inside, and the magic air was like fainted ink in the water, penetrating in bit by bit.

Ah Qi's will is weakening, and his heart itself has been corroded. The reason for confronting the devilish spirit is only by relying on the obsession in his heart and the gift from the old monk before his death.

Once his will is swallowed and completely merged with the devil's will, then the real devil will come!

Song Qing raised his head, looked at the Demon Shadow, and touched the silver wolf mark on his wrist, as if he had made up his mind.

"My strength is not enough, but I still have help."

The long howl of a wolf sounded, as if responding to her decision.

Thousands of stars escaped from her body, turning into strength to consolidate the power of ice and snow.

"I will leave them here to accompany you." She looked at the painful Qi with a firm voice:

"In the future, I will definitely think of a way to come here to save you."

The young man whose face was surrounded by black air could no longer see the original appearance. He didn't know if he had heard what she was saying, but in the dark eyes, there seemed to be a twinkle of light.

"It's not just breaking the seal, but trying to help you get rid of the control of the devilish energy."

Having said that, she snorted softly:

"Zhutian!"

The high-pitched dragon roar resounded through the temple, and a purple light turned into a sword shadow, rushing out of her eyebrows.

"Seal this place for me, and don't let the devilish energy overflow!"

"You help me guard the seal and hide Tiandao Temple!"

As her words were uttered, the shadow of a golden dragon flashed within the long sword.

In the spiritual power, a huge silver wolf appeared and turned into a very large phantom, stepping on the top of Tiandao Temple.

Those gray-blue eyes cast a small glance at Song Qing, then disappeared into spiritual power, covering the entire Tiandao Temple.

Jinlong surrounds Song Qing's small body, which has shrunk, and touches her body with his head affectionately, seemingly reluctant.

After turning a few times, the little dragon let out a long groan, and his body turned into a phantom, seeping out of the temple.

The biting sword aura overflowed, and the sound of the dragon's roar was endless.

Jin Mang enveloped the entire temple, and thousands of stars reloaded every seal that had been opened by the devilish energy.

Below the steps, the flowing devilish energy was slashed by sword intent.

The corpse standing under the influence of demonization lost the blessing of subsequent demon energy and returned to its original position.

The corpse that had already decomposed decayed more quickly, instantly turning into a thick black liquid.

The ghost of the old man who had recovered a bit of reason, when he realized what he had done, let out a desperate and unwilling cry—

But in the next moment, his soul after being polluted could no longer hold it back, and the'boom' turned into black energy and disappeared.

The long steps of Tiandao Temple are hidden bit by bit. This ancient temple that has existed for hundreds of years seems to have been'wiped away' from the place by an unknown force.

In the temple, the old monk's body has lost any signs of life, and only a remnant remains there.

He raised his head, widened his eyes, and looked in the direction Song Qingxiao was, as if there was a question left in his heart before he died.

"Don't worry, Tiandao Temple will reappear in the world in 800 years."

Song Qingxiao met those hollow old eyes and said softly.

The old monk's dim eyes seemed to flash the last light.

The corners of his Dara's mouth curled up slightly, as if he was very happy.

After getting the answer he wanted, he no longer worried.

The skin of the flesh turned into fly ash, flying up and flying towards the big Buddha that was damaged by the devilish energy.

The ashes are filled into the gaps little by little, and the cracks are filled and repaired one by one.

The Buddha statue with dim aura, after absorbing the body of the old monk, returned to its original radiant appearance.

Standing behind Ah Qi, the demon soul trapped in the ice sculpture was suppressed by the Buddha's light, making an unwilling roar.

However, ice and snow have become a climate. With the help of Silver Wolf, Zhutian's suppression, and the help of the old monk at all costs, it was finally completely sealed in the ice and snow.

The teardrops in Ah Qi's eyes were frozen, she no longer had spiritual power, and she would no longer call "mother mother".

Song Qingxiao's body at this time was just like when she was first awakened by Uncle Shan, she was again about ten years old.

Reappearing from Tiandao Temple, the devil soul uttered, she had already guessed a lot of things.

It's just that she guessed the beginning, but didn't guess the ending.

Before that, she had been thinking about why her spiritual power disappeared, and why the huge thread-lifting demon soul possessed the ability to control her own recovery.

I also thought about who it was that sealed the temple, and also thought about joining hands with it to seal the devil soul.

"Unexpectedly, it was me who sealed Tiandao Temple."

She sighed softly:

"Seal it."

The word ‘benevolence’ flashed from her heart, following her will.

The people in Shengjing City heard the roar of the dragon and the wolf, and there was a tranquil Sanskrit sound.

People who heard the sound of Sanskrit sounds only felt that the hostility deep in their hearts was suppressed, and the whole person became extremely calm.

At this time, it was dozens of miles away. The red-browed monk who led the monks to escape from Tiandao Temple in a hurry heard the sound of the Sanskrit sound, and turned his head to look in the direction of the temple where he used to be. Past.

—— Tiandao Temple has a special status. The main hall of the temple is extremely high. Only looking at the palace from a distance, the entire Shengjing City can see the top of the temple when they look up.

But the moment the red eyebrow monk turned his head and looked, he saw that the temple’s temple was like ice and snow, melting quickly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When the Sanskrit sound sounded in his heart, the old monk's breath was already Disappeared, as if bid farewell to him in this way.

With the feelings of his senior brother, he knew that this senior who had existed in the temple for hundreds of years and was almost integrated with the temple had sat down and returned.

But for some reason, he felt that the breath of the brother had not completely dissipated, as if the brother was not ‘dead’, but incarnate in another form and existed in this world.

"Brother..."

He knelt down and folded his hands together.

The monks who ran out of the temple with him, watching the disappearance of Tiandao Temple, all bowed their heads and recited the scriptures silently.

...

In Tiandao Temple, spiritual power flashed, and Song Qing's small figure returned to reality from the ‘past’ 800 years ago.

In the main hall, there were countless corpses hanging down, and a huge thread-lifting demon soul appeared above the hall, sneered opposite her.