Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"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 397

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.

Ghosts do not exist in every world, they only exist in the worlds of micro-moons and above, because in such worlds there is a special power, this power is called soul!

The soul is not a ghost, the soul is a kind of power, a kind of power like panacea, and the general equivalent power of various mysterious side systems!

Ghosts are the combination of soul and real spirit. Ghosts can even be understood as a unique kind of life. The real spirit is the foundation of all life. Ghosts have real spirits, so they can naturally be called life.

It's just that the birth of this kind of life is usually accompanied by the death of a life, which is quite special!

Since it is life, there must be a way of its birth. If you find this way, you can artificially intervene in this birth process. This process is the purpose of Wang Xuebin's coming to this world.

Ghosts are the product of the combination of true spirit and soul, so if you want to create ghosts, you must have the existence of true spirit and soul!

The real spirit is there, and it belongs to Balthazar. As for the soul... Annie and Chu Renmei, two powerful ghosts, are in the hands of Wang Xuebin, whoever he wants to use!

The raw materials are solved, so the problem comes, how to assemble?

This is a super topic...

As a person, you have to ask Wang Xuebin how the villain was made. He can not only explain it to you from an academic point of view, but even give you a demonstration. It is not a problem to make a sample.

But if you want to ask how ghosts are born from true spirits and souls, let alone Wang Xuebin, whether it is Uncle Jiu or Daoist Yimei, none of them can give him a complete and detailed answer.

It's not that Wang Xuebin has never asked, but the answer he heard was "When a person dies, the obsession is too deep..." Let me tell you a lot of truths.

It means to tell you that if you don't read it carefully, you will become a ghost when you die, and you will not be able to reincarnate. This is not the answer he wants!

Since there is no answer, he can only find the answer by himself. It is said that practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. Fortunately, he still has a lot of experimental materials in his hand!

The gang of ghosts who died at the hands of Chu Renmei in Huangshan Village worked as a pawn for tigers on weekdays and helped Chu Renmei commit crimes and evil. Although it was not intentional, you did it after all, didn’t you?

If you do something wrong, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention. Since you have done something wrong, you will naturally be punished. It is reasonable to do experiments for Wang Xuebin!

With the help of this group of ghosts who volunteered to dedicate themselves to science, Wang Xuebin's research finally made great progress.

Just as zombies can be bred in a place with steep geomantic omen and evil spirit, can ghosts be bred in a place with suitable geomantic omen and ghostly aura?

Although Wang Xuebin is not good at the knowledge of Feng Shui formation, it is not impossible. Although he can't create amazing new gadgets, it is still no problem to draw cats and tigers!

Wang Xuebin carefully studied the Fengshen Huasha formation that banned Chu Renmei, and made several different versions according to the concept of this formation.

After experimenting one by one, I finally found the most suitable formation method!

20.00% Liu's Houtu auspicious Qi, plus 13.00% pure Yin Qi, infused ghost Qi, and finally 40.00% Wu's soul, mixed together.

With this power as the foundation, on the silver cup engraved with the seal script full of tranquilizing the soul and imbued with the activation technique, a Hena spirit array was laid.

Finally, the spirit of the ghost that had wiped out the true spirit and dispelled the evil spirit was cultivated together with the true spirit of Balthazar. It took a full year and a half for Balthazar to recover a trace of spiritual wisdom.

This is also thanks to the fact that Balthazar was originally a magician. As an ordinary person, even if he consumed ten times the resources and a hundred times the time, he would not be able to achieve this level.

After the reborn Balthazar understood his situation, he easily accepted the reality. Not only that, he also rejected Wang Xuebin's proposal to send him to see Veronica.

He planned to go back and surprise Veronica after he was able to get out of this silver pot. Now he still can't exist independently from the magic circle after all!

"Hey! Dude! Are you all right!"

"Ahem...it's okay...ahem...thank you..."

Wang Xuebin got up and looked at the group of people who had suffered backlash due to the backlash of the magic spell, showing a lucky smile.

Wanhun Banner... What a terrifying thing!

The few people who escaped under Wang Xuebin just now are all half-dead now, and Chiyoko Fujiwara, who was bewitched and controlled by Balthazar, did not even leave the whole body behind.

"Damn! Chiyoko!!! Shizuka Fujiwara...I can't spare you!"

"Don't be sorry..."

Wang Xuebin took a long breath, took out a rifle again, and opened fire at the person who was still panting.

'Da da da...'

"I can avenge your revenge, but you... have no chance!"

The sound of gunshots, screams, and begging for mercy came to his ears. He emptied four magazines in a row and beat a group of people opposite him to a pulp before he felt relieved.

"Woohoo! Are you using a gun? What kind of gun are you using? I have a musket, which belongs to your Huaxia. It was in 1259, and it was made of bamboo and black powder..."

Wang Xuebin picked up the thermos cup and sent it to the space...

Call ~

The world is quiet!

Because he couldn't see anything in the thermos, Balthazar became a bit talkative...

No, not some, but more!

He used to be quite talkative, but now he's even more so.

For the first two years, he had to keep it outside because the space-to-real-time ratio was too different.

It was okay when I didn't recover for a year and a half at the beginning, but in the next six months, I just recovered a little and then started!

For half a year, the quarrel made Wang Xuebin's brains almost pop out, making Wang Xuebin want to squeeze his belly, tear out his intestines, and then use his intestines to strangle his neck and pull hard to make him clean!

It's so eloquent!

When listening to the little black fat man's cross talk before, Wang Xuebin took it for fun when he heard that Lord Hou's words could make his teeth tan.

It wasn't until he saw Balthazar at this time that he truly realized that cross talk also had real...

"Cough cough..."

His whole body was sore and weak, his stomach was throbbing, and his throat was still burning. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. It was another battle, and he was still the last one alive.

Stepping slowly, he staggered to the front of the Wanhun Banner, pulled out his hand out of thin air, and pulled out two Five Emperor Money Swords, using them as clips, carefully sent the Wanhun Banner into the space.

"Damn!"

In just a moment, Wang Xuebin's meticulously concocted and powerful Five Emperors Money Sword broke and rotted. With such power, he frowned and couldn't help cursing again.

Fortunately, for him, these things are always enough. It took eight money swords in a row to store the Ten Thousand Soul Banner properly.

Immediately afterwards, he came to Chiyoko's body, took out a rubber glove, put it on his hand, bent down and rummaged through the body.

After searching for a long time, I took out a teacup from under a pile of broken meat.An English teacup.

The inspiration for the cup comes from Aunt Meimei from Chu, who added Balthazar's flesh and blood during the production, so Balthazar was able to seduce Fujiwara Morishita and Chiyoko from the air.

In order to make this cup, Wang Xuebin also promised Balthazar that he would use some of his flesh and blood to return his body!

As for the body, Wang Xuebin already has some ideas, just waiting to experiment later!

"Fujiwara Shizuka..."

Wang Xuebin who stood up slightly shook his head and sighed, but one was missing after all.

He took out a barrel of gasoline, sprinkled it evenly on the corpse, stretched out his hand, and a trace of sparks lit up, slowly falling to the ground, and with a 'bang' sound, raging flames ignited.

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and took a look, then turned around and walked slowly into the night...

Naturally, the whole family should be neat and tidy. How could he be reconciled to the lack of one?

Shizuka Fujiwara...you can't escape!

A cold wind blows, and the coming year will be a bumper year...

Chapter 398 Coincidence

Kyoto at night has lost the festive atmosphere, blood is everywhere, dense footsteps and sporadic screams have replaced the hustle and bustle of the holidays, and no one can raise the holiday spirit anymore.

The ravages of Gayako are different from the bursting frenzy of the Taoist heroic spirits, but the indifference and cruelty it brings is no less than the horror of the predecessors.

Wang Xuebin was walking on the street, holding a bag of pot stickers in his left hand and a cup of eight-treasure porridge with sugar in his right hand. While filling the Wu Zang Temple, he carefully avoided the raging ghosts.

In the streets and alleys, people lying on the ground crawling rapidly, like arthropods, killing tirelessly.

Although Wang Xuebin's movements of avoiding the ghosts are a bit conscientious, he is still in a good mood.

Except for Fujiwara Shizuka, Jiuju's first-class high-level executives were all conferred. Such a result is enough to achieve his strategic goal.

Because of Jiuju's long-term monopoly on cultivation talents and resources, the high-end forces in Japan, except for a few hermits who really don't like to fight, the rest basically joined this force.

Now that Jiuju's first-class high-level executives are conferring heads, it means that the high-end forces in the Japanese art world have basically lost their casualties. In addition to the elites they have cultivated, it is equivalent to destroying nearly half of the power in the Japanese art world in just one night.

And that's just today!

If you count the glorious achievements of the past few days, it can be said that Wang Xuebin single-handedly destroyed a country's magic defense force.

Nowadays, the Japanese country has no way to resist the raging ghosts. They can only watch their country become a paradise for ghosts.

The government and the royal family abandoned Tokyo, and all moved to a small town without ghosts for the time being. But seeing the number of ghosts snowballing and doubling, I'm afraid this town won't be comfortable for long.

I don't know where the leaders of this group of countries can retreat to at that time...

In a dark corner, Wang Xuebin held his breath and concentrated, squatting there, even the sound of chewing slowed down a lot.

When he was fighting with Jiuju's first-class high-level executives, Kayako had already toured the entire Kyoto. At present, in this city, except for a very small number of survivors, the rest were either dead or turned into ghosts!

A ghost is not a ghost, but a human being bewitched and controlled by a ghost. There is no specific name for such a person. The so-called ghost is just a vivid name given to them by Wang Xuebin referring to the allusion of being a tiger.

Since it is not a ghost, then he does not have the ability of Li Gui to use anger and yang energy to find and judge strangers. What they rely on is still their own five senses, but the senses have become extremely sensitive.

It is so sensitive that as long as it makes a little sound, it can attract a large group of difficult guys. You must know that the number of ghosts has exceeded [-]!

'Jingle Bell! '

A clear and rapid voice sounded, and Wang Xuebin, who was about to deliver potstickers to his mouth, froze.

He turned his head slowly and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see an untimely phone ringing from the arms of a dead body not far away.

"Damn! Do you want to be so small!"

Wang Xuebin complained bitterly, got up and kicked the phone away, and the crisp ringtone was from near to far, sobbing in the small river not far away.

He had just experienced a few rather dangerous battles. Although he didn't suffer any serious injuries, he was quite exhausted mentally. Not only was his mind dizzy, but his body was also weak.

If you met the evil god Gayako at this time, let alone fighting, you would be thankful for being able to escape safely.

'Plop la la la...'

What are you afraid of, why are you coming? Although Wang Xuebin moved in a timely manner, the ghosts with sensitive five senses still sensed his location, and used both hands and feet to climb over from all directions.

Streets, intersections, courtyard walls, roofs, in just a short moment, Wang Xuebin was surrounded by countless ghosts.

"I go..."

Pairs of extremely indifferent eyes stared at him. Every ghost was holding a weapon, a pan, a folding stool, a brick, and even a bottle of mineral water.

If a few gangsters surrounded him with these weapons, he might laugh out loud and teach them how to learn, but when a crowd of people held these seemingly joke weapons in their hands, Wang Xuebin would really laugh Can't come out!

'Gurrrr...'

A familiar voice came from behind him. Wang Xuebin held his hands on his chest and turned around slowly.

"Ahem...then what..."

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Wang Xuebin gave a dry laugh and shook the food in his left hand slightly.

"...potstickers...hot...from Huaxia Luoyang Flavor House, a 60-year-old brand...wanna have some?"

--go to hell--

Well...still a familiar taste!

"Ahem...don't eat pot stickers...let's have some porridge..."

Said, Wang Xuebin raised the hot eight-treasure porridge in the cup in his right hand again, and asked tentatively:

"...The steaming hot eight-treasure porridge with added sugar, I only took a sip!!"

--go to hell--

Gayako doesn't seem to believe Wang Xuebin's words, or it has a serious obsession with cleanliness, even if others take a bite, it will hate it...

Anyway, it didn't accept Wang Xuebin's kindness. Instead, it twisted its limbs and rushed towards his body.

"I go..."