Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Boss, Wano Sakura... has disappeared!!!"

Outside the screen door, Fujita was covered in dust, and his tone of speech was filled with unconcealed fear.

Such a big hotel is gone if it is gone. Not only is it gone, it has also become a big pit, and no one can accept it!

"Disappeared? What does it mean?"

In the room, Miko Miko, who had just finished washing up, looked lingering fear, and her slightly frown brows could not dissipate, as if she was filled with endless sorrow.

"Just...it's gone!"

Thinking of pointing at the other party’s nose and cursing, his fear was hard to suppress. Now, thinking about it, he really jumped at the moment at the moment...

"What does it mean to be gone? Did he use a bomb? Or did he set a fire? Make it clear!"

Hearing his subordinates' tone, Miko Nishihui couldn't help but feel anger in her heart.

She had just experienced a battle and had no energy to guess what her subordinates meant. She couldn't help but get angry when she listened to these unclear words.

"No...it's gone...it's sunk...it's turned into a hole...and water..."

When Fujita heard Miko's words from Xihui, she was also anxious.

He didn't care about his own people outside the door, and while reporting with his lack of words, he also gestured with his hands, trying to make the boss understand this way!

When Miko Xihui heard this, she seemed to realize something. She stood up and opened the door. She asked loudly regardless of her wet body:

"What do you mean is that the entire Wano Sakura was completely sunk into the ground by that Wang Guanlan?!"

Hearing the boss' accurate and detailed summary, Fujita finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded constantly and said:

"Yes! It's gone, there's only a hole, the hole is still flowing!!!"

"Nani?!"

Although he guessed the truth, Miko Nishiro still couldn't believe it.

She didn't care about nodding timidly and said yes. She hurried back to the house, took off a golden chrysanthemum with her trembling hands, pulled out a golden thread from the stamen, and wrapped it onto the mirror.

Then pick the petals and scatter them evenly in front of the mirror.

The middle finger is curled up, the other three fingers are vertical, the hands are overlapping, and pointing to the mirror.

"Kizuko, Masashimi!"

The chrysanthemum petals on the ground stand upright, forming a four-fold surface chrysanthemum pattern in the air. In an instant, the petals turned into a ball of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

And the mirror surface seemed to be monitored, directly reflecting the current situation of Wano Sakura Hotel.

The originally exquisite and elegant architecture no longer exists, and has become a spring, which is bottomless, as if it is a quiet abyss, constantly devouring the courage that Miko Nishiro had not much.

The spring is filled with gurgling streams. I think it will not take long to make this place a famous tourist attraction!

"Baga!!!"

Seeing this scene, Miko Xixi's face couldn't help but become ferocious. She kicked the mirror in the room, and the mirror was smashed to pieces.

She was not hating Wang Xuebin, but hating the first-class Jiuju who was far away in Japan!

She really wanted to return to Japan immediately, grab the neck of the sculpted man, point at the remains of Wano Sakura, and ask him what an ordinary person is!

It was this silly at the beginning, and he promised her with a strategic look that as long as he could control the three ordinary people of the Wang family, Lin Fengjiu could only be destroyed!

Now she understood, but she could not destroy her hands!

If Wang Guanlan could be captured, how could he have to plot against Lin Fengjiu?

Wouldn't it be enough to just hard steel?

Can anyone beat Wang Guanlan, but can't hold on to Lin Fengjiu?

It's nonsense!

Moreover, this is just about personal strength. If the forces behind him are included, Wang Guanlan will be a hundred times more difficult than Lin Fengjiu!

She didn't believe that Wang Guanlan's ability was a rootless tree!

It makes you feel numb to the scalp if you can take out a top magic weapon for the successor!

Go against him?

Whoever falls in love with whom, she won’t!

She hasn't lived enough yet and doesn't want to commit suicide!

"Fujita-kun, pack up immediately and we leave overnight!"

Miko, who was determined in the Western Conference, had no intention of considering the task of testing Lin Fengjiu, and directly ordered her subordinates:

"Don't let anyone know, don't bring anything else except the necessary things!"

"Hi...Boss, are we going back to Japan? What should we do if several other zombies have been sent out?"

If Fujita hadn't been her most loyal subordinate, Miko Nishiro would have wanted to leave him behind.

"...Go to America, don't worry about any zombies anymore. Apart from magical tools, everything else is abandoned!"

Suddenly, Miko Nishisui thought of something again, turned her head and looked at Fujita and ordered:

"Prepare some gasoline, wait for us to leave, and burn it here with a fire!

Remember, be sure to burn all your personal belongings! Do you understand?"

"Hi!"

Finally, Fujita, who knew what the boss wanted to do, not only did not object, but also raised his hands to agree.

To be honest, he didn't have the courage to face Wang Xuebin again!

It’s not that he is afraid of death, but that he knows very well that death is never the end!

In the magic world, various schools have countless techniques that can make people continue to suffer after death, so he can't help but be timid!

"...Boss, you're all packed!"

“…Immediately, set off!”

Soon, the simple and elegant villa lit a raging fire. The fire burned not only Miko Xihui's courage, but also Jiuju's first-class ambition.

The nine jujubes in Hong Kong Island have become the first-class leader since then.

......

In Dongpinggou, in the middle hall, Uncle Jiu was wearing a Taoist robe, standing in front of the soul altar full of the wall, looking at it in a daze.

In today's round light technique, he saw the unforgettable logo of him again - the four-level chrysanthemum pattern!

This organization that has done so many evil things that has caused his family to be destroyed has appeared again to make trouble!

"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise..."

Before Yimei Tianshi crossed the Ri Kingdom, he forced him to make a vow that he would wait until all the souls of the 538 heroes rested in peace before he could seek revenge on Jiuju.

For nine years, he has been doing salvation every day and putting on the flame mouth every night, with very few interruptions. Today, 517 of the 538 soul altars have been empty!

The remaining twenty-one soul altars are, because they have an irreconcilable hatred with the Japanese invaders, and they would rather sink than let go of their hatred and reincarnate.

Uncle Jiu had no choice but to do anything about these twenty-two soul halls, because if the person in the soul hall was him, he would not be reincarnated!

He really empathized with such things, after all, he also had an irreconcilable hatred with the Japanese invaders!

"Sir, please forgive me for offending Xiaojiu!"

As he said that, Uncle Jiu took off the copper gourd hanging on the wall next to him, held it in his hand, stepped on the Five Yin Gang Step, left thunder and right palm, and formed a seal to recite the mantra.

"I have magical mantras, and I can spread all the magic seals, move the heaven and earth, shake rivers and rivers, and fight the dragons and tigers in the Ming Dynasty, intimidate the souls, and the ghosts are in power, and the glorious Taiming!"

As the sound of the spell echoed, the twenty-one soul altars began to tremble one by one.

Uncle Jiu showed this if he didn't see it, he used a wooden sword to pick up the Bagua card on the table, pasted it on the bottom of the copper gourd, and shouted loudly:

"The Emperor of Heaven and Earth, caresses the Taiyin, the ghost soldiers are on the altar, and they are chained around them. You and other ghosts will follow my orders and quickly show their true body and will not disturb your life. What a pity!"

As soon as the words came, twenty-one soul altars exploded instantly, and the talismans stuck on the soul altar also ignited without fire and turned into ashes.

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly when he saw this, and his hands turned around. The mouth of the gourd emitted a strong suction force. Before the twenty-one ghosts whose evil spirits entered the soul were sucked into the copper gourd.

"Huh~"

After fastening the gourd plug, he used a yellow talisman to seal it tightly, then wrapped it in circles with ink thread, and finally put it in a pocket full of seal script, and then he felt relieved.

"Uncle, is that okay?"

A Lian's shout in the yard interrupted Uncle Jiu's contemplation. He picked up the bag he had prepared long ago, pushed the door out, looked at the earnest eyes of Ma Sir A Lian and others, and nodded and said softly:

"Set off!"