Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Although spiritual magic is also very profound, it focuses on the purity of mental power. He is familiar with this kind of magic, but he doesn't like it because it has no special effects.

After all, being strong is a temporary thing, and being handsome is a lifetime thing.

If it's just a comparison of the purity of mental power, even the 777-level Balthazar can't compare with him.

Wang Xuebin's spiritual power is fine steel, then Balthazar's spiritual power is iron ore, and this yellow hair's spiritual power can only be regarded as a sponge, or the kind that cannot be squeezed out of water.

It didn't take much effort for Wang Xuebin to stab Huang Mao's mind. After a fear spell, Huang Mao was in a tragedy!

His expression was in a trance, and his consciousness sank into an extremely dark space.

There is only faint light in this space, and nothing can be seen clearly.

On the top of his head, a pair of huge eyes stared at him mercilessly, exerting heavy pressure on his heart.

Huang Mao took two steps, his feet were slippery, and he stepped on some mutilated limbs.

A pungent smell of rust penetrated straight into his nostrils, and the biting cold ravaged his thinking. He couldn't see anything clearly, but he could feel the shadows hidden around him, which was an indescribable despair.

"Who...I know you did it...Huaxia people, I know it was you...you...you come out...I am the descendant of Morgana...my teacher is a famous magician Master, disciple of Sister Fear..."

On the stage, Wang Xuebin looked at the weeping Huang Mao expressionlessly, and the people in the audience applauded and cheered. They thought this was also a performance, a show.

Wang Xuebin didn't pay attention to Huang Mao, got up and left directly from the backstage, this Huang Mao will be taken care of by someone.

"Where is Chris's lounge?"

Backstage, Wang Xuebin stopped the staff who were peeking at the show, and asked with a smile.

The staff member asked hesitantly:

"you are?"

Wang Xuebin pointed to the stage and said:

"I'm Master Morgana's assistant. I performed with him. His performance hasn't finished yet. I can call the curtain call. Go to the waiting room and wait for him!"

The staff nodded suspiciously.

"Lounge No. 13 is exclusively for him, there is no one else, you can rest assured!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and said thank you, and walked towards the lounge.

When he came to the door, he looked down and saw that there were no magic traps. He pushed the door and went in, sweeping his eyes.

The safe in the corner emitted bursts of dark green light.

Wang Xuebin stepped forward, fiddled a few times, opened the door of the safe, and a thick Morgana magic book appeared in front of him.

Wang Xuebin picked up the magic book, threw it into the storage space, searched all the magic props in the safe, left a note, changed his clothes, and left.

Wang Xuebin did not go back to the room, but went directly downstairs to the parking lot, and drove away from the city.

As soon as he left, Balthazar rushed to the hotel and followed the compass to find the lounge. This is the place where Wang Xuebin's breath is strongest.

Balthazar stood at the door of the lounge, making a draft in his mind, imagining how to communicate and how to persuade Mr. Nicholas to learn magic from him.

Finally, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and solemnly knocked on the door.

Boom boom boom!

There was no sound in the room, and Balthazar frowned, knocking again.

Boom boom boom!

There was still no sound, Balthazar felt a little bad, waved his hand, and broke into the lounge directly.

Sure enough, there was no one in the lounge.

He closed the door pensively, and used the Sand of Backtracking again. Seeing that Wang Xuebin changed his clothes, he put the changed clothes and a note into the safe, sprayed a bunch of perfume on himself and left. people.

Sure enough, this Nicholas already knew how to find him, and started to deal with it.

Balthazar sighed helplessly, and stepped forward to open the safe. If he guessed correctly, the note in the safe is still for him.

"Dear Mr. Balthazar, please believe that I will not meet you until I am sure of defeating you, so don't bother to find me, I have the ability to make you find me!

By the way, the owner of this lounge is the descendant of Morgana, and his magic book has been confiscated by me. As for how to deal with it, it will be up to you, the descendant of Merlin, to decide!

Hope you are safe!

Your Nicolas Cage"

Balthazar looked at the note, frowned, and said nothing. After a long time, he sighed, stood up, looked at the autographed photos of Huang Mao plastered all over the room, and left the lounge.

"Hi, I'm Chris's assistant, where is he now?"

At the door, a short-haired man in an exquisite black suit asked a staff member.

"You're Chris's assistant too? Well, he's in the infirmary now, he's terrified!"

Balthazar, who was wearing a black suit, listened thoughtfully, nodded and smiled and said thank you, then turned and walked towards the infirmary.

The staff member looked at Balthazar who was going away suspiciously, and murmured:

"What's the background of Chris, why are there so many assistants..."

Chapter 142 Save the world?

Shocked, the whereabouts of the famous magician is a mystery!

At the New York Temopu International Hotel, Wang Xuebin was flipping through a newspaper in his hand.

The newspaper reported the disappearance of mage Kris of Morgana, because the magician was not well-known, so he didn't make a big report, but some gossip tabloids introduced it a little bit.

It seems that Balthazar has succeeded.

"Hi sir, there is a gentleman named Balthazar who claims to be your teacher and wants to see you, please..."

The reception lady at the front desk of the hotel looked at the long-haired, leather-clad man in front of him with a ferocious face, holding a phone, and said cautiously.

Wang Xuebin frowned, took out the tablet, and looked at the monitoring he had set up.

Downstairs in the lobby, Balthazar was standing at the reception desk, watching the reception lady make a phone call.

Balthazar still found him, somehow avoided his sixth sense, and found the hotel where he was staying.

Wang Xuebin didn't give way, and said directly: