Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"Go ahead, Dick-kun!"

A loud shout was actually louder than the sound of the rolling waves. Those followers who were not very firm in mind and lost a breath of vitality suddenly panicked under Wang Xuebin's words.

"Calm down! Calm down! I have nothing to do with him!"

Dick Seiichiro argued anxiously, but he doesn't know how to use internal skills such as the lion's roar, his voice is too low to be heard, and he has no energy at all!

If people were a little calmer in normal times, they wouldn't be bewitched by the words that were clearly sowing discord, but the current situation is really too special.

Not to mention that everyone had a dispute just now, and now they are only reluctantly joining forces. It is said that Kayako has just ravaged, and the lingering violent ghost aura is enough for this group of people to suffer.

The geese leave traces, the people leave their voices, and the places where Kayako has ravaged, naturally there will be no influence at all.

Irritability, anger, cruelty, ruthlessness, all kinds of emotions impacted the minds of everyone, leaving them no extra thoughts to think.

The major presidents who are the first-class core members of Jiuju are fine. Although they are a little uncomfortable, they will not believe Wang Xuebin's words full of flaws.

But their subordinates couldn't do it anymore. Once the hearts of the people were slackened, the spells that required formations to maintain were somewhat unsustainable.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin's eyes flashed, he seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and the ground with a radius of hundreds of meters turned into soft mud again.

The soft ground could no longer provide any support. The subordinates who had been lined up fell to one side and another. The formation immediately collapsed, and the [-]-meter giant flag composed of squares of small flags also burst into pieces.

"Damn! Formation! Quick! Formation!"

At this time, Dick Seiichiro was more anxious than anyone else, it was bad luck, he was playing well, and suddenly a scapegoat fell from the sky.

Not only did other people see him in the wrong way, but even his subordinates saw him in a different way. No way, America's reputation is really stink!

"Be careful, be careful, the water has questions... Gululu..."

The turbulent tide swept across this square inch of land, not only tossing the people who were still resisting, but also washed many magic weapons that used the evil spirit as their source of power into rubbish.

When Jiu Ju first-class was first introduced to Japan, the techniques of this school also took the path of harmony of yin and yang, and an upright approach.

But with the development of time, under the influence of Japan's native religion, Jiuju first-class has added a lot of powerful but extremely extreme things in his spells.

When these spells are used on a daily basis, they are not only convenient to practice, but also quite gratifying in their power, which makes the young Jiuju first-class people prefer similar spells very much.

But in today's battle, Jiuju's first class was so partial to him at the beginning, but now he is so flustered, the best method has lost its effect, not only the spell is invalid, but also has become his own burden.

That is to say, Jiuju's first-class profound art is still pure, if not, a lot of people can be killed today just by backlash!

"End formation! Form formation! Quick! Form formation!"

Amid Dick Seiichiro's mournful roar, the others finally reacted. The eight living people looked at each other, bit their index fingers, and drew a chrysanthemum pattern on the palm of their left hand.

Immediately, the eight of them held hands, performed Xuan Gong, faced Wang Xuebin, and worked together to form a very complicated seal formula.

Accompanied by the movements of the eight of them, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was firmly planted on the ground, inaccessible to profound methods, and invulnerable to fire and water, suddenly flew up and stuck in front of the eight of them.

'Sa la~'

The flag trembled, and a round of black-brown mysterious light that looked like a viscous liquid burst out.

With the advancement of Xuanguang, all the talisman water carefully concocted by Wang Xuebin became stagnant water, not only lost its power, but also unable to control it again.

Seeing the mysterious light attacking, Wang Xuebin shuddered immediately, the hairs on his body exploded, and he jumped into the air reflexively.

His reaction was not slow, but he still underestimated the power of the flag. Although the eight people could not exert the full power of the flag, Wang Xuebin could bear just a little power.

"Uh...ahhh~"

pain!

A pain that pierces the soul!

Immediately afterwards, there was an uncontrollable sense of dizziness!

The black-brown mysterious light struck Wang Xuebin's body like a living thing. Under the painful torment, he paused for a while and fell down.

"Uh... ugh~~"

This feeling of dizziness is like being drunk for 100 years and turning around a thousand and eight hundred times. Not only is my eyes in a trance, but I also want to spit out my intestines!

"vomit..."

The contents of the stomach have long been digested, and nothing can be spit out except the acid water that burns the throat.

"Down...he's down! Kill him! Quick! Kill him!"

The so-called success is Xiao He, and failure is Xiao He. The talisman water concocted by Wang Xuebin not only cleared the opponent's handy magic weapon, but also wiped away the lingering ghost energy of Jia coconut.

Although the subordinates who had recovered their clarity were miserable, after hearing the president's words, they struggled to get up and carry out!

With their minds clear, they didn't have the courage to resist the order of the president after all, whether it was their own president or not!

"Ugh..."

What the subordinates could hear, Wang Xuebin would naturally be able to hear too. Although his reaction was much slower, under the protection of Xuan Gong, he finally did not wait for death in vain!

Struggling and clenching his fists, he slammed hard on the ground, the ground as soft as a swamp instantly hardened and clumped, but the person whose hands and feet were trapped was fine.

Half of his body was sunk in, and he had to watch himself suffocate to death because his chest and abdomen could not move.

"Damn! Kill him! Quick! Kill him!"

"Uh ah ah ah!"

Wang Xuebin tried his best to run the profound arts, maintaining a trace of clarity in his mind, and with great effort, he pulled out a thermos cup from the space with his right hand, and roared hoarsely:

"Help! Do it..."

'Ugh...'

A faint sigh sounded, and in an instant, blood splashed on the opposite side.

"If you let me come out to help earlier, it will be fine. How can I make such trouble..."

"Ahem... Can you not do it... or try not to do it... After all, you are just a fragile soul... You are not the powerful archmage... Balthazar..."

Chapter 423 It's One Less

Balthazar!

That's right, it's Balthazar!

When fighting Morgana Lofe, because the plan went wrong, he had to choose Balthazar who died with Morgana.