Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The towering flag altar firmly surrounded the temple, and the burning flames gradually disappeared for some reason.

Wang Xuebin stood up and looked around at the four flags. He saw a huge four-fold chrysanthemum pattern in the center, flashing with bursts of mysterious light.

At the four top corners of the flag altar, there are banners that look like flowing asphalt. There are black patterns on the banners. Ordinary people will feel dizzy and disgusted when they look at them.

Wang Xuebin is not an ordinary person, but when he sees this banner, he will feel irritable and angry. This is not a magic or illusion, but a human being, instinctively resisting such things that are harmful to nature.

Just because the name of this banner is called the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

That’s right, it’s the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, the authentic Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

Ten thousand evil spirits were sealed in a specially fabricated flag, and after special worship rituals, they could burst out with unmatched power.

Especially in terms of human fortune, its power is even more outstanding!

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is not something you can do by simply killing ten thousand people.

A thousand people who were killed in vain and died will only lead to ten resentful souls. Ten resentful souls are being killed and absorbed by the aura of disaster, so that they can become evil spirits!

If you want to save up ten thousand evil spirits, you must have at least one million casualties to barely do it!

One of the Ten Thousand Souls Banners represents the death of millions of people. Now there are four sides in this altar, and Wang Xuebin's eyes are a little red when he sees them!

He knew very well what this meant!

"You guys!! Damn it!!"

Wang Xuebin was angry, very, very angry. He was not an angry person. This was the first time since he was born that he was so angry!

He punched the ground, and the cement-like land seemed to turn into mud. The originally magnificent Buddhist buildings suddenly turned into a ball of mud and pressed towards the people.

As a person in the magic world, having an altar or not is completely different concepts.

Jiuju’s first-class altar is different from the Chinese magic world. These four towering flags are the altar where they cast spells.

Unwilling to be outdone, several old men and women reached out to take out chrysanthemums of various colors from various places and threw them towards the surrounding ground.

In just an instant, the chrysanthemums falling on the ground were connected into a piece, forming a large colorful net, which surrounded the ground revitalized by Wang Xuebin.

As early as when Miko Xihui was executed, they knew Wang Xuebin's magic of controlling elements. How could he not be prepared for it now?

The same move is useless to Wang Xuebin, but how can it be useful to them?

"Set up the formation!"

The hundreds of people guarding outside the flag heard the presidents' calls and immediately set up skillfully, pinched the flower decision with their hands, stood solemnly, waiting for the next order.

"Oh!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the people in front of him with red eyes, let out a sigh, raised his right hand and smashed it downwards.

As he moved, countless nano-scale silver powder came down, filling the space surrounded by the flag altar.

"bring it on!"

‘It’s so cool!’

The light flashed, and the currents jumped wildly in the space filled with silver powder. The light was beautiful and dangerous, connecting it into a dense grid.

‘Sizi…’

The buzzing of ions became louder and louder, and the originally dim sky was illuminated by dazzling light.

Looking at the sharp electric lights, the first-class old men of Jiuju were a little surprised, but they were not panicked at all.

After all, this is their home court, how can Wang Xuebin be arrogant?

The ten people worked together to form a strange formation, pinched a seal in their hands, and the towering flag altar on the outside instantly pressed down.

Outside the flag altar, the subordinates took out chrysanthemums of various colors from their arms, bite the tip of their tongues, sucked a mouthful of blood, and sprayed them hard.

"Chrysanthemum! The hard work of the chrysanthemum is Sakira!"

With their roars in unison, the four-level chrysanthemum pattern on the flag flashed with bloody black light. Although this light was not as dazzling as the lightning, it was a hundred times more strange than the lightning!

"Split!"

Ten people formed a ball, pressing their hands against their hands, and ten pairs of eyes stared at Wang Xuebin not far away, suddenly clenched his fists and pulled them back.

‘Hulala~~’

The flag standing behind Wang Xuebin immediately turned into small flags of one person the size of a person, carrying the surging power and rolled towards him.

Wang Xuebin's lips were pursed a little white, and he raised his hand and raised a high wall, blocking behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of his backhand, and a strong wind rushes through, rolling the pressed silver powder into the air again.

"burst!"

With Wang Xuebin's violent shout, a fire suddenly flashed from the nano-scale silver powder, followed by a violent explosion.

"Boom~~"

The dust explosion is nothing new, but it is really hard to let a group of people who have been in the business and political circles remember these knowledge points all year round.

The sudden mushroom cloud blew the two old ladies who were too avoided to be charcoal on the spot. Although the rest of the people were not slow to react and escaped to death, they were also bombed in a mess.

There is no way, no one told them that this seemingly conductive conductor turned out to be a dangerous source of explosion!

Looking at the group of embarrassed old men, Wang Xuebin's anger finally eased. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he looked at a flag that was already ragged, and he mocked loudly:

"Ah, why are there only eight old men? What about the old ladies? Could it be that the supermarket has limited discounts and they went back to grab eggs?"

As he said that, he shrugged helplessly and said sarcastically:

"No wonder! Who doesn't know that your Japanese economy is in a downturn. You naturally need to save a little. By the way, I have to make a contribution to the collapse of your stock market!

I have not let go of all the prosperous cities in Japan for this matter, in order to crack down on your economy and scrape down a lot of oil and water from the hands of your Japanese leeks!"

Speaking of this, his expression became bad, and he showed a strange smile, saying inexplicably:

"You know, in order to short your index these days, I have spent hundreds of billions of dollars in the stock market!

Guess... where did my money come from?"

"Nani?!"

"hateful!!"

"He...he's telling lies, how could he have that much money!"

"Baga! I have been paying attention to the Nikkei for a while. I said why the index fluctuated so frequently in the past two days. It turned out to be this demon!"

"He...how did he have so much money?"

"Baga! Didn't you hear him talking about US dollars? It must be those damn white-skinned pigs who want to suppress us!"

"Ah! Is this demon also an American? Really and false? Isn't our first-class President Dick, who has a good relationship with the American official? Will you make a mistake?"

"Make a mistake? How can I make a mistake? How did Toshiba chips be suppressed? Who proposed to sign the Plaza Agreement? America is always on guard against us, how dare we let us develop!"

"Damn it! Damn white-skinned pig!"

Wang Xuebin's words caused a stir in the crowd. Everyone stared at the president named Dick Seiichiro with suspicious eyes, with distrust on his face.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin's mouth was about to be hooked into Nike. He stuck out his tongue, licked his slightly dry lips, and said with a smile:

"President Dick, it's over here, let's do it!"

As he said that, he did not give them a chance to argue. He raised his hand and led the surging waves, whirling vortex, rushed towards the other side.

The warm-up is over, let’s have some real things!