Fantasy World Transmigration - 1100. Chapter 1100

Shiuba Mirza, wearing a masked saree, walked through the alleys among the messy houses in the Dahavi slums of Mumbai. Construction waste and large chunks of plastic were piled beside them. The alleys were piled with recycled waste and life. The rubbish exudes a strong rancid smell, and the men squatted in twos and threes on the roofs and corridors of the houses on both sides to bask in the sun.

Seeing Xiubao pass by, she stared at Xiubajiao’s good figure sneakily.

Under the gorgeous and cheap saris, the looming body curves are moving, but it is difficult for these dizzy men to observe carefully, the more detailed details of the beautiful body-streamlined muscles, abdominal waistcoats The lines and arms are smooth, but full of tough muscle lines.

These lazy and disgusting Indian men may not be able to punch this fit body at will.

Shuba turned a blind eye to the gazes on both sides. According to the contract she signed with Mephitus, she would send hundreds of sinner’s souls to hell every year-this is really not a difficult job in India, in fact she moved to After the slum, what she has to worry about is whether she brings too many souls and will strengthen Mephitus’ power.

Xiuba is a ghost rider, and all ghost riders don’t want Mephitus to be too strong.

Shiuba used to live in the mountains of northern India, where there were remote mountain villages where no outsiders were seen for several years. She lived in such remote mountain villages. The biggest trouble was dealing with the locals. She could even feed herself. The pet war elephant in northern Buddhism still has an influential area, Xiuba can lead the elephant, stroll in the Bodhi woods, and pass by the ancient temples.

And when she needs to deal with Mephitus, she just has to take a trip to big cities like Mumbai and Bangalore!

Unlike their counterparts in Europe and East Asia, India’s Xiuba never needs to worry about performance. India once lacked everything, but there was no lack of temples and sinners.

Xiuba once met a man who came to the holy place to practice with a master in a wheelchair in Bodhiyana. Through the eyes of judgment, he could see that the man was carrying countless sins, and his heart was burning with an unquenchable flame of anger. Under the calm appearance, there is almost an angry god, that is the most powerful and sinful sinner Xiuba has ever seen. He wants to calm the flames of anger in his heart by comprehending the truth passed down by the Buddha.

When Xiuba saw him, she thought: “Bring such a soul to Mephitus, maybe you will be free forever and get rid of the curse!”

But she still didn’t do it. First, she felt that if she did, she would be easily torn apart by the devil in the man’s heart. Second, although the man was sinful, she could feel that he could not help but still Yearning for kindness and peace.

Doing something with such a person is not in line with the tradition of evil spirit knights.

As Xiuba swings her waist, stretches her body easily, and walks into a more remote alley. A few sneaky figures are quickly embellished behind her. Asan is different in this respect, even if she is Bullying weak women, they also like to go with a group of people, cowardice and sternness are almost carved into their bones.

As Suba slowly walked into her temporary residence-if it could be called a residence, it was a shack built of wood and plastic film, built on the beach near the sea, the sea breeze Can blow away the foul smell of the slum… Even if she is an Indian, Xiuba is still a woman, she can tolerate simple conditions-in fact, after practicing asceticism, Xiuba can not care about these things and only live in her own spirit. In the world, but to stay away from the stench, try to stay away from it as much as possible.

The men following in the alley were cursing and chattering, and they came over with impure mouths. The figures of the two men appeared across from Xiubai, and they surrounded the beginning and the end of the alley. The men showed disgusting smirks and slowly approached. They seemed to want to appreciate Xiuba’s horrified panic, but unexpectedly, Xiuba did not respond at all.

She stared at them indifferently, which made these Indian men even more irritated and tyrannical. They began to yell at them, swearing dirty words in noisy Hindi.

When these dark-skinned, skinny and dirty men rushed forward and were about to grab Xiuba’s hair and press her to the ground, Xiuba beat her with one hand. At the position of his stomach, his other hand grabbed another man’s throat like an iron hoop. The men were a little flustered, and the rest rushed over, wanting to rely on others to hold down the woman. But behind Xiubai, there was a squirm under the saree, and the man facing Xiubai suddenly saw that there were two slender women’s hands with strong streamlined muscles that stretched out from Xiuba’s back.

They are holding the small three-pronged fork in one hand, and the bow and arrow in the other.

There were also two hands on Xiuba’s shoulders, holding two men. The man who wanted to attack from behind saw Xiuba with outstretched arms. He fell to the ground with fright and wailed: “Great Lord Shiva! Forgive me!”

Xiuba looked down at the two men in her hands. The two men she was holding struggled for a while, and then suddenly collapsed. The whole body seemed to have suddenly lost its vitality, with her hands and feet hanging weakly on the ground. Ba slowly turned her head, and the other two men behind her urinated their pants in horror, only to see that Xiuba’s skin turned blue, with a little gray, like a layer of ash on the bottom of a pot.

This is what Buddhism calls the “grayed out” way!

An eye grew on her forehead, and her head was burning with hellfire. The burnt half-scorched face showed the deep white color of bones. The eyes of the two men on her hand were already It was burnt into coke, and the eyeballs turned into half black and half gray ashes, with traces of embers burning dark red.

Xiuba whispered: “Look into my eyes!”

The two men trembling with fear and trembling subconsciously looked at Xiuba’s vertical eye. In their trance, they saw the world burning with huge flames, the fire of hell burning the whole world, and Lord Shiva, Dancing in the flames, Shiva’s hair fluttered frantically with his dance, blending into the burning flames.

Lord Shiva holds a hellfire in his left hand, bringing destruction to the world through dance.

The burning world slowly extinguished, revealing the man’s eyes that had become ashes… He opened his mouth wide, his expression was extremely frightened and scared, his corpse was slightly dry, and he shouted before his death: “Shiva! You are in the world.” Dance in the destruction of…” The voice still echoed in the alleys of the slums.

Xiuba became like a ghost knight, with four arms and three eyes, three-stranded prongs, bows and arrows, and Kanda swords unique to India. This form is almost exactly the same as Shiva’s destruction. However, Shiva is the god of creation and destruction. There are often drums and snails symbolizing creation in his hands. Legend has it that the world was born from the drums of Shiva’s right hand and destroyed in the flames of his left hand. Shiva created the world while destroying. Let the cycle of creation and destruction continue.

But in Xiuba’s hands, there is no drum symbolizing creation!

The evil spirit knight is a form where the spirit of revenge as an angel coexists with humans, and the spirit of the angel is born from the plague.

Therefore, the ghost rider has the potential to be infected by memes. This allows the power of the ghost rider to unfold in a form that conforms to the myths and legends of various civilizations in the world. The judgment eye of the Japanese ghost rider Bian Xiong will appear in the eyes of the Ksitigarbha. , And the judgment of the evil spirit knight in Tibet is called Qianfo Shizhao. Xiuba’s Judgment Eye is the dance of Shiva with Indian characteristics.

Xiuba returned to the shack where she lived. She quickly packed her luggage and walked out of the door of the shack. An elephant miraculously walked out of the small shack and slowly moved forward under the lead of Xiuba. Row……

One person holding an elephant, strolling along the beach, at dusk the elephant’s body seems to be coated with gold, and the gold reflected on the sea is shaking, as if flames are burning, burning hellfire. The war elephant kneels down and uses its nose to pull Holding Xiubao, she came to her feet. In the sunset, the war elephant ran wildly, the hellfire on her body burned into a circle of fire, opening a door to the unknown.

This is the ghost knight who uses the fire of hell to open the door to the dimension of hell, and uses the power of hell to shuttle in different time and space.

Xiuba, who appeared again, was surprised to find that she had not come to Wakanda in Africa.

Instead, it appeared in a huge glass cylinder, surrounded by white coats and uniformed personnel running back and forth. The white coats shouted: “The space guidance coordinates are correct…The target has been contained in the collection point!”

“Unlock the space blockade on the Indian subcontinent… Unlock the information suppression on Mephitus!”

“The target Indian ghost rider Xiuba has been contained!”

This glass cylinder is located in a huge laboratory, and in this laboratory full of transparent containment tanks, Xiuba saw in it that his acquaintance Bian Xiong was explaining to the white coat, “I did not intend to obey Murphyto. At the order of Si, I went to Wakanda just to secretly undermine Mephitus’ plan!”

Not far away there was a ghost rider dressed as a native Indian and the staff were observing each other through a transparent prison.

A black ghost rider seemed to have been imprisoned for a while, he calmly fed the bone vulture on his shoulder, and a skeleton beside him was digging his hoof uneasyly.

Farther away, in a huge cube several times larger than the transparent cylinder that Suba was staying with, there was actually an old-fashioned biplane from the First World War. His pilot, the evil spirit aviator, was taking care of himself. The maintenance of the mount.

At the farthest point, on the edge of the entire laboratory, there is a battleship docked on a small pier in the’prison’, where the cube is larger and occupies a small half of the laboratory. And the entire laboratory is larger than the Empire State Building. Its location is in a ring-shaped base suspended in outer space-this is the Spear Bureau·Circular Base!