Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Only the living are qualified to talk about interests. The interests of the dead are nothing more than choosing a better coffin, burning a few more paper money, and choosing a cemetery with good geomantic omen!

rest assured!

For the sake of her colleagues, Shizuka Fujiwara will definitely prepare a grand funeral for them to comfort their spirits in heaven!

As for Jiuju's first-class leader position, it can't be handed over to the dead!

She will continue to be as hard as she can.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Fujiwara Shizuka smiled coquettishly, got up and climbed onto the large table. The next period of time was when resources were scarce, and one had to be economical in life.

Using all fours, buttocks pouted, climbed to the center of the table, carefully took off the chrysanthemum, put it into the sleeve, rolled sideways, rolled to the edge of the table, jumped lightly, and jumped to the ground.

"Haha, let's go!"

Fujiwara Shizuka swaggered away, and in just a moment, this huge conference room was ignited with raging flames.

People go to the empty building!

In the Ksitigarbha Temple, Wang Xuebin sat upright on the main hall, leaning on a rifle in one hand and playing with a thermos cup in the other, looking at the raging flames around him, frowning in thought.

The whole monastery has been emptied by him, leaving no one alive, not because he didn't want to keep a tongue or something, but because these people failed to resist Kayako's control, and they all fell.

No way, Kayako couldn't resist the attack of resentment, lost his last sanity, and became a crazy monster.

The so-called whitewashing is three times weaker, and blackening is three times stronger. Unsurprisingly, Gayako's power has become much sharper in an instant. Ghost, driven by it.

Naturally, the crazy Kayako would not deal with Wang Xuebin again, leaving only a group of ghosts behind, and went to a crowded place to have a carnival.

As for the ghosts controlled by Kayako, they soon became real ghosts and went to a carnival with Kayako, leaving only a pile of corpses.

"You don't know either?"

"I have always followed your instructions to give orders, and now I have made a mistake, so you can't blame me!"

"I'm not blaming you, I'm just wondering where my parents' bodies were taken?"

That's right, Wang Xuebin searched the entire monastery, but found nothing after all, not to mention the body of the second elder, not even a single hair of the second elder. a feeling of.

He spent so much effort in order to get back the body of the second elder, not because he really had any feelings for Wang Laodou, but just because he felt a little owed to him.

Even though he knew that the death of the second elder had nothing to do with him, but he couldn't do it if he wanted to completely disregard the second elder's body with confidence!

Now, the plan is set well. Although there are some twists and turns in the process, there are no major problems. Only this result is so different from the previous plan, which inevitably makes him a little uncomfortable.

"I don't know where your parents' bodies were taken, but I know that if you don't prepare, you will go to accompany your parents!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin was startled suddenly, raised his head, and saw four huge banners suddenly raised around the temple, about [-] meters high, surrounding the temple into an airtight siege.

"You! It's Wang Guanlan who is running around and making trouble!"

A group of powerful old men and women walked into the temple slowly, looked at Wang Xuebin on the roof, and asked loudly.

Glancing at the crowd, seeing that the first-class leader of Jiuju was not among them, he raised his brows and finally guessed where the problem was. He relaxed, smiled playfully, and replied softly:

"That's right! I am Wang Guanlan!

how?

A group of you old men and old ladies are not at home having fun with your grandchildren. Are you coming here to touch porcelain? "

"idiot!"

The battle is imminent!

Chapter 421 Final Battle Warm Up

The towering flag altar firmly surrounded the monastery, and the flames that were burning gradually died out for unknown reasons.

Wang Xuebin stood up and looked around the four flags, only to see the black flag body with a huge quadruple chrysanthemum pattern in the center, shining bursts of mysterious light.

On the four top corners of the flag altar stand banners that seem to be covered with flowing asphalt. There are black lines on the banners. Ordinary people will feel dizzy, nauseated and lose their minds just by looking at them.

Wang Xuebin is not an ordinary person, but when he sees this flag, he will also feel irritable and angry. This is not some magic trick or illusion, but as a human being, he instinctively resists such harmful things.

Just because of the name of this banner, it is called Wanhun Banner!

That's right, it's the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which is serious and worthy of the name!

Ten thousand fierce ghosts were sealed inside a specially prepared banner, and after special worship rituals, they could burst out with unmatched power.

Especially in terms of human luck, the power is even more outstanding!

Wanhun Banner doesn't mean that you can simply kill 1 people and get it.

A thousand people who were killed in vain, ten resentful souls will come out after dying, and ten resentful souls will become ghosts after being slaughtered and absorbing evil spirits!

If you want to collect [-] ghosts, you need at least a million casualties to do it!

One side of the banner of ten thousand souls represents the death of millions of people. Now there are four sides in this altar. Wang Xuebin's eyes are a little red when he looks at it!

What this means, he knows very well!

"You!! Damn it!!"

Wang Xuebin was angry, very, very angry, he was not an angry person, this was the first time he was so angry since he was born!

He punched the ground, and the concrete ground seemed to turn into mud. The originally magnificent Buddhist building suddenly turned into a ball of mud, pressing towards those people.

As a person in the magic world, there are completely two concepts whether there is an altar or not.

Jiuju's first-class magic altar is different from the Chinese magic world. The towering four banners are the mandala for them to cast spells.

Not to be outdone, several old men and old ladies reached out and took out chrysanthemums of various colors from various places, and threw them towards the surrounding ground.

In just an instant, the chrysanthemums that fell on the ground were connected by mysterious light, forming a large colorful net, which caught the ground activated by Wang Xuebin.

As early as when Xixie Meizi was executed, they knew Wang Xuebin's magic of manipulating elements. How could they not guard against it now?

The same move is useless to Wang Xuebin, but how can it be useful to them?

"Place up!"

The hundreds of people guarding outside the banner heard the voices of the presidents, and immediately formed a posture skillfully, pinching the flowers with their hands, and stood attentively, waiting for the next order.

"Ah!"