Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In Dizang Temple, gunfire and cannon fire sounded in a whole lot. Although the enemy was only Wang Xuebin, the arms carried by Wang Xuebin actually fired the firepower level of a combat team.

The seamless switching between pistols and rifles, grenades and shock bombs poured out like money. Facing these fake monks holding hunting rifles and Taidao, Wang Xuebin had no enemy in one hand.

"He's just alone, rush!"

"Kill, there will always be a time when his bullets are used up, so 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 of the wall, Wang Xuebin reached out to take out a shock bomb, pressed it in his hand, warmed it for a few seconds, and threw it forward.

"Bang!!!"

With a loud bang, Wang Xuebin burst out with a sliding shovel, and the continuous shooting in his hand was left. With the dual guarantee of accuracy and lethality, only the corpse on the ground was left.

"Quick! Quick! Call for support. He has fired more than 600 bullets, and the gunshots have not stopped. He is not ordinary..."

A precise bullet took his life, but his words had attracted the attention of the rest.

That's right, Wang Xuebin's gunshots have never stopped. It's not that his gun doesn't need to be replaced with bullets, but that he has enough reloaded guns.

If you use one handful and change another handful, it will definitely not be consumed within ten days or half a month.

The more casual the fire is, the more embarrassing the act of loading the bullets at the time. Wang Xuebin, who used to be in a hamster mentality, loaded bullets for two months, made him feel nauseous when he saw the bullets.

Go to die

Go to die

Go to die

The curse sound chased after him again. Without looking back, he knew that it was Jiayako who followed him. Wang Xuebin frowned slightly and stepped up the harvesting speed.

This temple, called Dizang Temple, covers a wide area, with more than 400 monks and lay people in total. There are as many as 14 places to store corpses, and countless corpses are stored.

Although Wang Xuebin knew the general distribution of these places, he had no definite information about the location of the two elders' corpses, so he could only search for them one by one.

boom!

A time bomb blasted open the cement wall not far away. Because the doors were made of iron, Wang Xuebin could only choose this method of violent invasion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots hit the foreheads of the two guards in the storage room. They waved their hands and the refrigerators on the entire wall opened in response to the sound. All kinds of corpses in the refrigerators jumped up one after another.

Some were open, some were closed, some were already rigid, and some were the people who had just died in the riot a few days ago.

There was no familiar face in the corpse, and Wang Xuebin didn't say anything nonsense. He threw his backhand and a huge ball of gasoline splashed everywhere. He stretched out his hand and a fire lit up, and a raging fire ignited here.

As more and more people died, all the people in the temple panicked. One Wang Xuebin was enough for them to bear it. In addition, one Jiayazi, they had no ability to resist at all.

Not to mention resistance, being able to survive is already the limit of their ability. If Jiaya is so easy to solve, will they sacrifice one of them die together?

Uh... No, Jiuju's first-class candidate was dead, but Jia Yazi was not scattered. In other words, she would exchange her life for several years to live in peace with Jia Yazi!

This deal, tsk... I really know how to do business...

......

In the conference room, a group of people over 800 years old were tense and faced coldly.

Contradiction, endless contradiction!

When each member represents different interest groups in a group, this contradiction is inevitable.

At the beginning, Jiuju first-class showed an upward trend, and when everyone made cakes together, they couldn’t see anything.

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

People are selfish.

No matter men, women, old or young, rich or poor.

They may not gain benefits, but when the benefits are already in their hands and let them give up, it will be more difficult than letting them never have them from beginning to end!

This is the reason why Shancai is hard to give up!

To maintain the stability of Japan, everyone needs to contribute to unity and advance together, but the question is how much? How? Who comes out first, who comes out later? Where to save first, and where to save later?

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

"President, all the people we support are wiped out!"

"Nani?!"

A man in Onmyoji costume rolled in and crawled in, with panic tears on his face and his body shivering constantly.

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

Hearing his president's stern shout, the man's body trembled, raised his panicked head, and cried in a low voice:

"Yes... It's Jiayako... We met Jiayako's accomplices... One hundred and sixty people were all dead!"

"Nani!! Damn it! You trash, why are you still coming back alive!"

The president was crazy and walked forward and kicked the man hard on the head with his feet. The man didn't dare to hide, so he just cried while enduring it.

Although not all of the 160 people are masters who are proficient in magic, they are also the backbone of the president.

He originally planned to let his subordinates pretend to behave and see if he could pick up some advantage in losing both sides or gain something good.

Now, there are 160 people, all of whom are fully armed. They have not even seen the face of Dizang Temple and have all been sacrificed. How could he accept such a result?

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

Seeing the president's attitude, the others 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, their fate will most likely be the same as this president.

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

If they faced the battle, no one of them would be sure to defeat Wang Xuebin or Uncle Jiu, and could only unite.

If they escape, it means that they have to abandon all their honor in Japan, and even go to foreign countries to become second-class citizens in other countries. This choice is definitely not something they can accept.

That means that there is actually only one way in front of them, and there is no other choice except unity and fight!

All the people present were heroes who worked hard in their respective fields. After abandoning the interference of interests, they could easily make appropriate judgments.

"It's time for our life and death. I hope everyone can abandon past grudges and overcome this difficulty together under the leadership of the Association!"

"Iwasaki Sang is right. The so-called "Under the collapse of the nest, there is no end to the eggs. Now is the time for us to advance and retreat together. We cannot fight around our own people!"

Listening to the words of the old lady in white hair, Shizuka Fujiwara almost rolled her eyes.

Haha! All you have to say is awkward!

What do you say is what you are?

A group of shameless old immortals!

"Mr. Huishou, we are willing to follow your guidance. Please use your rich experience to lead us to victory!"

Instructions? Experience?

Hearing these words that implicitly contempt and provocative, she owe even refuted.

"I've made it very clear..."

Shizuka Fujiwara sat back on the chair, looked at everyone, and said carelessly:

"...I will no longer hold the position of Jiuju's first-class club. Whoever you likes to be, from now on, your actions have nothing to do with me, and I don't plan to interfere in your plans!

I won’t care about the power that belongs to you, but if you dare to interfere, I will fight you to the death if you do not dare to interfere!"

At the end of his speech, Fujiwara Shizuka showed her sharp complexion and looked at everyone with a domineering style.

Although Shizuka Fujiwara is powerful, who is afraid of whom?

Everyone looked at her with an expression of how you could be so irresponsible!, and accused him:

"Mr. Huishou, your achievements today are not due to the first-class existence of Jiuju. It would be a bit too much for you to be willing to share happiness and unwilling to share sorrow!"

These shameless words made Fujiwara Shizuka almost laughed out loud. She looked at everyone with her head held high and said aloud:

"Whatever you say, for the sake of my colleagues, I can let Chiyoko accompany you forever. If you are not satisfied, then love it!

Anyway, I will nail it here firmly and will not go anywhere. As for you...you can do it yourself!"

Hearing Shizuka Fujiwara's words, Chiyoko suddenly looked up and looked at her deeply, but Shizuka Fujiwara ignored it and looked at the group of shameless people in front of her, with a look of unscathing attitude.

"Okay! Since you are willing to send us your right-hand assistant, we will definitely assure you that she will be sent back safely!

You just sit here safely and wait for the news of our triumphant success!”

Listening to the man named Iwasaki, Chiyoko was silent and said nothing. As for Shizuka Fujiwara, she even sneered, and didn't say anything about believing or not.

Come back triumphantly?

Let’s talk about how to survive the traitor Chiyoko!

Do you really think I'm easy to bully?

"Then... I wish you all the martial arts fortunes to be prosperous... Hahaha..." 1603461993