Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Wang Xuebin frowned, took out the diving equipment from the space, put it on carefully, and then concentrated on Qi, and slowly poured the seawater stored in the space into the coffin.

When metaphysics is not easy to use, science becomes Wang Xuebin's first choice.

The pressure in the coffin was getting bigger and bigger, Wang Xuebin also closed his eyes, concentrated, and silently resisted the pressure.

crunch

The sound of twisting and breaking between the coffin boards, conveyed by the water flow, seemed so dull, but also so pleasant.

Hearing this voice, Wang Xuebin suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to raise his hands to protect his head.

Crunch!

There was a muffled sound, and the coffin boards cracked. Wang Xuebin, who got out of trouble, didn't care about other things, and quickly picked up Uncle Jiu who was still struggling in the sedan chair, pulled out the jade pendant around his neck, clasped it in his hand, and pushed hard!

"Ow"

Accompanied by a strange roar, the red sedan chair, which was originally gorgeous and strange, turned into a ball of paper supported by a bamboo frame, and when it was soaked in water, it became a ball.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin didn't dare to be negligent, he quickly hooked the struggling Jiu Shu, and swam to the surface of the water with both hands and feet.

With a crash, Wang Xuebin broke through the water with Uncle Jiu, but he still didn't dare to be careless. He took Uncle Jiu's hand with his hand, holding the jade pendant between his palms, until he swam to the shore, and then relaxed.

"cough cough cough cough"

Wang Xuebin took off his diving equipment, threw it aside, and collapsed on the ground, his whole body was sore and limp, and he had already lost his strength.

"Guanlan, you"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's weak and worried call, Wang Xuebin opened his eyes and turned his head to look, only to see a strange blush in Uncle Jiu's purple face, which looked very ugly.

"what's wrong"

"your face"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin seemed to think of something, and quickly took out a mirror and held it up to take a picture.

Sure enough, his originally handsome face was pale at this moment, not only that, there were also dark lines clinging to his face.

In the dark lines, a viscous asphalt-like substance is flowing wantonly, slowly climbing and connecting, just like the venom in Marvel, but with a disgusting rancid smell.

"cough cough"

On the side, Uncle Jiu coughed a few times again and vomited up a few saliva, which made him feel better.

"Guanlan, Yupei!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin didn't hesitate, and simply handed over the jade pendant in his hand, but saw that the hand holding the jade pendant had black lines as if meeting a natural enemy, and he couldn't avoid it.

Seeing the flash of light in his eyes, Uncle Jiu took the jade pendant, bit his index finger, and wiped a bloodstain on the jade pendant.

Immediately afterwards, he sat up again, put the jade pendant between Wang Xuebin's eyebrows, made a formula with both hands, held it against the jade pendant, circulated the Gang Qi, and recited the mantra in a deep voice:

"The Big Dipper is seven yuan, and the spirit dominates the sky. The great sage of Tiangang is majestic and glorious. He goes up to the world and cuts off the source of evil. He ascends on the cloud and comes to the altar. Raise your fist. Slash the demon and destroy the trace, return to death and ascend to the immortal, order!"

Accompanied by bursts of curses, a silver sharp light pierced down from the void, piercing straight into Wang Xuebin's eyebrows.

"Ugh"

As the silver light glowed continuously in Wang Xuebin's body, a piercing pain from the depths of his soul surged up.

"Guanlan, be patient, if you don't get rid of it cleanly, it will affect your future cultivation path!"

"Uh cough come on go on uh"

Waves of bone-piercing pain beat each other, as if a sharp knife was running along his bones, plucking out his muscles.

Wang Xuebin's eyes were bulging, his veins were exposed, his gums were biting blood, the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and his cold sweat was dripping like water.

Uncle Jiu saw all this and was anxious in his heart. While casting spells to cleanse the ghost energy in Wang Xuebin's body, he was also expelling the ghost energy in his own body.

Wang Xuebin still had the Maoshan Jade Pendant to protect his body, but Uncle Ninth had to rely on his magic power to resist.

Fortunately, that ghost named Annie can't be compared with Chu Renmei, if not, I'm afraid he will be in danger.

"Guanlan, hurry up! Cleansing mantra!"

Feeling the silver glow gradually pushing into his throat, Wang Xuebin didn't dare to neglect, endured the pain by force, formed a seal with his hands, and chanted the Taoist mantra with a hoarse voice.

"Lingbao Tianzun, the figure of comfort, the soul of the disciple, the five viscera and the mystery, the green dragon and the white tiger, the battles are divided, the Suzaku Xuanwu, the figure of the guard, is as urgent as a law!

Vomit"

After reciting the mantra, a severe hiccup feeling came to my heart, Wang Xuebin couldn't suppress it, he turned sideways quickly, and vomited.

The colorful black, like asphalt with additives, spewed out along Wang Xuebin's mouth and nose.

This foul-smelling asphalt mass struggled to cling to Wang Xuebin's body as soon as it landed.

When Uncle Jiu saw this, his expression flickered, he bit the tip of his tongue, sucked a mouthful of blood, and spit it out suddenly.

The bright blood was like a strong acid, corroding the asphalt spit out by Wang Xuebin, leaving only trails of black smoke.

"cough cough cough cough"

The black lines gradually faded away, and wherever the black lines clinged to Wang Xuebin's body, there were traces of festering.

Wang Xuebin looked at the ugly hands, shook his head and smiled bitterly, summoned a ball of hydrogen peroxide, and poured it directly on it.

"Don't worry, I'll give you some medicine when I go back, and I promise you won't leave any scars!"

Uncle Jiu thought that Wang Xuebin was afraid of leaving scars, so he spoke to relieve him.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin shook his head lightly, looked at Uncle Jiu who was sitting slumped on the ground, and said mockingly:

"Scar! I just feel that I have underestimated others. If I hadn't tricked Annie here, how could our uncle and nephew have such bad luck?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu also laughed, looked at the lake as flat as a mirror, shook his head and said softly:

"You don't need to be like this, young man! Are you still young if you don't make mistakes? If you don't make mistakes, where does your experience come from? It's better to make mistakes early than late. Just be careful next time?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin shook his head and remained silent.

young?

In terms of age, he is almost twice as old as Uncle Ninth, how can he be young or not?

It's purely a conspiracy, playing too much, and playing myself into it!