Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Hahaha, Xiu Nian, don't scare this little brother!"

"Hahaha, the big tengu is going to eat people!"

"Hey, little brother, don't be afraid. If you are really scared, you can hide in my brother's arms. My brother loves you! Hahaha!"

Looking at this group of people who were so bored that they made fun of him, Wang Xuebin also showed a warm smile, reached into his trouser pocket, slowly pulled out a rocket launcher, aimed at the temple gate, and said with a smile:

"Surprise mother fucker!!"

'boom! '

There was an explosion, and the temple became lively.

"Baga! What a voice!"

"It's an explosion, coming from the gate!"

"Damn it, that bastard Xiu Nian is doing something stupid again!"

"Oops, this sound is an enemy attack, prepare to defend!"

Amidst the clamor, Wang Xuebin threw away the bazooka in his hand, stepped on the guards whose life and death were unknown, strode into this mysterious temple, and started his sweeping journey.

......

In a stock exchange in Tokyo, Sir Lin was skillfully operating the computer, spending all the huge amount of money in the account without keeping any.

Short selling, short selling, non-stop short selling, in just a few days, he has already lost money to the point of numbness.

From the initial panic when he lost his principal and had to take up leverage, to the current ups and downs of tens of billions of dollars of capital flow without worrying at all, Sir Lin's inner journey can compose a long epic!

After spending the funds in the account again, Sir Lin couldn't help getting up and stretching. After throwing away the attraction of money, the so-called stock market is just a numbers game.

But Sir Lin knew that he was the one who single-handedly caused the fragmentation of countless families in this boring game.

This reality put a very heavy pressure on him, and this sudden pressure made him, who was originally just an ordinary person, a little policeman, a little out of breath.

If it weren't for the belief in avenging his brother to support him, he might not be able to hold on long ago.

This is also the first time in his life that he has discovered that spending money requires such a strong psychological quality. This is a feeling he has never experienced in the past 20 years.

This feeling is not a pleasant thing for him, but he can still hold on, and will continue to hold on.

He can't and won't live up to Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin's trust in him, even if he gives up his life, he will never back down!

Looking at the bloody setting sun in the west, Sir Lin exhaled fiercely, time is getting tighter and tighter, and he must continue to work hard!

......

In Sapporo, Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a thick sweater, released all the ghosts that could be released in the jade card at a point of evil spirit.

This was the last location in Uncle Nine's plan. In just a few days, he used thirteen identities to measure all the bustling cities in Japan.

The reaction of the Japanese magic world was exactly as Wang Xuebin expected. The initial fluke appeasement led to the current out of control.

Although Uncle Jiu didn't know what the various cities in Japan look like now, he learned through some secret channels that the trouble they brought to Japan this time is definitely not small!

Yes, it is indeed not small!

The actions of him and Wang Xuebin not only alarmed the top leaders of Japan, but also attracted the attention of all countries in the world.

After knowing the whole story of the matter, the importance that various countries attach to China's comprehensive strength has obviously increased by an order of magnitude.

All countries, especially some countries with shallow background, are like roosters with fried feathers, spreading their wings, making a posture that no one will mess with me.

But in secret, they have all increased their research and defense against the mysterious side. The example of Japan is really too shocking!

No one wants to become the second Japan, but no one has any plans to rescue Japan!

One is because all countries know that Japan is a white-eyed wolf with little courtesy but no great righteousness, and the other is that they want to use Japan as a testing ground to see how harmful magic is to a country and whether it can reach the level of strategic weapons. the point.

America is paying attention, Europe is paying attention, Asia is paying attention, and China is always paying attention.

Unknowingly, Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin became the center of the world's attention. Their grievances and enmity with Jiu Ju first-class have long been investigated by various intelligence agencies.

Right now, the aircraft carrier of the United States is floating in the Pacific Ocean, just waiting for the conclusion of Japan to bring these two dangerous people back to the United States, so as not to pose a threat to the United States.

At this time, Uncle Jiu didn't know about all this. He was still stroking the jade tablet Wang Xuebin gave him, studying it carefully.

The original black-blue jade tablet has become crystal clear and white, only the tormented figure carved in the center is still indelibly black.

'crack~'

With a soft sound, the jade card gradually cracked. An ordinary jade card can seal so many ghosts. Apart from Wang Xuebin's activation technique, what is inseparable is the power of the ghosts themselves.

Now that the ghosts who were willing to provide power disappeared, the jade tablet naturally couldn't bear it and broke into pieces.

At the moment when the jade tablet shattered, Uncle Jiu seemed to hear a mournful cry. He knew it was not an illusion, and he also knew where the cry came from.

Wang Xuebin once told him the story of the ghosts in the jade card. Those ghosts voluntarily joined this small jade card. The condition driven by Wang Xuebin was to give this ghost named Jack painful torture, and at the right time, let him fly away. .

When the jade card shattered, it was when Jack's soul was lost. In addition to the damage of the jade card, it was not surprising that he could hear the scream of the ghost named Jack.

As the screams came out, the last batch of ghosts released by Uncle Jiu also started their carnival. Looking at all this, Uncle Jiu couldn't hide the evil look on his brow.

My mission has been completed, and the rest is up to their young people!

Chapter 393

In the Dizang Temple, gunshots and artillery fire rang out. Although Wang Xuebin was the only enemy, the ammunition carried by Wang Xuebin unexpectedly hit the level of firepower of a combat squad.

The seamless switching between pistols and rifles, grenades and shock bombs poured out like money, facing this group of fake monks holding shotguns and knives, Wang Xuebin has no single enemy.

"He's alone, go!"

"Kill, when he runs out of bullets, we don't have to be afraid!"

"Be careful, his marksmanship is very accurate, be careful!"

"Assault! Uh..."

Looking at the person hiding behind the corner, Wang Xuebin reached out and took out a bomb, pressed it in his hand, warmed it up for a few seconds, and threw it forward.

"Bang!!!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, Wang Xuebin protruded with a sliding shovel, and the HKG3 in his hand fired continuously. Under the double guarantee of accuracy and lethality, only corpses were left on the ground.

"Quick! Quick! Call for backup, he has already fired more than 600 rounds of bullets, and the gunshots have not stopped, he is not ordinary uh..."

A well-placed bullet took his life, but his words had already caught the attention of the rest.

That's right, Wang Xuebin's gunfire has never stopped. It's not that his gun doesn't need to be reloaded, but that he has enough loaded guns.

After using one for another, there is no such thing as ten days and half a month, and it will definitely not be used up.

The posture of firing is so chic now, and the action of reloading is so embarrassing. Wang Xuebin used to reload the bullets for two months with a hamster mentality, which made him feel sick when he saw the bullets during that time.

--go to hell--

--go to hell--

--go to hell--

The sound of cursing chased after him again, without turning his head, he knew that it was Kayako who followed. Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, and stepped up the speed of harvesting.

This monastery called Dizang Temple covers a large area, and there are more than 400 people including monks and lay people. There are as many as [-] places to store corpses, and the number of corpses stored is unknown.

Although Wang Xuebin knew the approximate distribution of these places, he had no definite information on where the bodies of the elders were, so he could only search one by one.

'boom! '

A time bomb blasted away the concrete wall not far away, because the gates were all made of iron, Wang Xuebin could only choose this method of violent invasion.

'Snapped!Snapped! '

Two gunshots hit the foreheads of the two guards in the storage room. With a wave of their hand, the entire wall of the freezer opened in response to the sound, and all kinds of corpses in the freezer jumped up one after another.

Some have their eyes open, some have their eyes closed, some have begun to ossify, and some are people who just died in the riots a few days ago.

No familiar face was seen among the corpses, so Wang Xuebin didn't talk nonsense, he tossed it with his backhand, and a huge ball of gasoline splashed in all directions.

As more and more people died, the people in the temple panicked. One Wang Xuebin was enough for them, and with one Kayako, they had no ability to resist at all.

Not to mention resisting, being able to survive is already the limit of their ability. If Jiaye is so easy to solve, they Jiuju will sacrifice a leader to die with it?

Uh... No, Jiuju's first-class leader died, but Jiaye didn't lose his soul, that is to say, the leader exchanged his own life for Jiaye to survive for a few years!

This deal, tsk... really can do business...

......

In the conference room, a group of people over eight hundred years old were at war with each other, their eyebrows were coldly facing each other.

Contradictions, endless contradictions!

When each member of a group represents different interest groups, such contradictions are unavoidable.

At the beginning, Jiuju first-class was on the rise, and when everyone made cakes and shared cakes together, they couldn't see anything.

But at this time, when it is time to sacrifice interests and maintain the life and death of the organization, conflicts arise.

People are selfish.

No matter male, female, old or young, rich or poor.

They don't need to get benefits, but when the benefits are already in their hands, it will be more difficult for them to give up than letting them never have them from the beginning to the end!

This is the reason why good fortune is hard to give up!

If you want to maintain the stability of Japan, you need everyone to contribute and work together, but the question is how much?How?Who goes first and who goes last?Where should we save first, and where should we save later?

Every question is enough for this group of people to argue for a long time, but what is most lacking now is time, and there is not much time left for them!

"President, the entire army of our supporters has been wiped out!"

"Nani?!"

A man in the costume of an onmyoji ran in scrambling, with tears of panic on his face and trembling uncontrollably.

"You!! Have something to say clearly, what's going on?"

Hearing his president's stern voice, the man trembled, raised his panicked head, and cried softly:

"Yes... It's Kayako... We met Kayako's ghost... 160 people, all of them died!"

"Nani!! Damn it! You trash, why did you come back alive!"

The president went crazy, stepped forward, and kicked the man's head fiercely with his feet. The man didn't dare to hide, and he just cried and endured it.

160 people, although not all of them are masters of spells, but they are also the backbone of the president's subordinates.

He originally planned to let his subordinates put on a show, to see if they could pick up some bargains that would hurt both sides, or gain righteousness or something.

Well now, a total of 160 people, all of whom were fully armed, died without even seeing the face of the Dizang Temple. How could he accept such a result?

"Say! Why don't you die! Bastard! Why did you come back alive!"

Seeing the president's attitude, the rest of the people couldn't help but feel sad. Everyone calmed down and considered the current situation.

The situation is already very clear. If they don't unite and join forces, they will most likely end up the same as the president.

The reality does not leave them much choice, they can only choose to fight or run away!

If they were going to fight, no one of them would be sure of defeating Wang Xuebin or Uncle Jiu, so they could only unite.

If they escaped, it would mean that they would abandon all the honor they had in Japan, and even go to a foreign country to become second-class citizens in other countries. This choice was definitely not acceptable to them.

That also means that there is actually only one way before them, and there is no other choice but to unite and fight!

These people present are all heroes who have worked hard in their respective fields. After getting rid of the interference of interests, it is easy to make a proper judgment.

"Now is the time for us to live and die. I hope that everyone can put aside their previous suspicions and, under the leadership of the leader, get through this difficulty together!"

"Iwasaki-san is right. Under the so-called overturned nest, there are eggs. Now is the time for us to advance and retreat together. We can't fight between our own people!"

Listening to the white-haired old lady's words, Shizuka Fujiwara almost rolled her eyes.

Ah!Let you talk all the good things!

What do you say?

A bunch of faceless and skinless old immortals!

"Sir, we are willing to follow your advice, please use your rich experience to lead us to victory!"

advice?experience?

Hearing the words that implied contempt and provocation, she didn't even have a rebuttal.