Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

At night, Kyoto has no festive atmosphere. The place is full of blood, dense footsteps and sporadic screams, which replace the hustle and bustle of holidays, and no one can have the intention of celebrating the festival.

The rampant of Kaya is different from the explosive fanaticism of the Taoist heroes, but the indifference and cruelty it brings is no less than the horror of the predecessors.

Wang Xuebin walked 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 Wudian Temple, he carefully avoided the raging accompaniments.

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

Although Wang Xuebin's actions of avoiding accomplices were a little attentive, he was in a pretty good mood.

Except for Shizuka Fujiwara, all the top-notch senior executives were awarded the title. Such a battle result was enough to achieve his strategic goal.

Because of Jiuju's long-term monopoly on cultivating talents and resources, the high-end power of Japan, except for a few hermit masters who really don't like to fight, basically joined this force.

Now that Jiuju is awarded the title of the top senior executives, it means that the high-end forces in the Japanese magic world have basically been killed or killed. In addition, the elites they trained are equivalent to destroying nearly half of the Japanese magic world's power in the Japanese magic world just one night.

This is only today!

If we count the brilliant achievements of the previous few days, it can be said that Wang Xuebin destroyed a country's magical defense power with his own single hand.

Nowadays, the Japanese country can no longer come up with any way to resist the rampant ghosts. They can only watch their country become a paradise for ghosts.

The government and the royal family abandoned Tokyo and moved to a town with no evil spirits for the time being. However, seeing that the number of evil spirits is snowballing, the number of them is doubled, I am afraid that this town will not be comfortable for long.

I wonder where their country leaders could retreat at that time...

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

Just when he was fighting with the top-ranking top leaders of Jiuju, Kayako had already toured the entire Kyoto. At present, except for a very small number of survivors, the rest of the city either died or turned into ghosts!

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

Since they are not ghosts, then they do not have the ability to use their vitality and yang energy to find the ability to judge new people. What they rely on is their own five senses, but their senses have become extremely sensitive.

So sensitive that as long as you make a little sound, you can attract a large group of difficult guys. You should know that the number of ghosts now exceeds 100,000!

‘Dingling!’

A crisp and rapid sound rang out, and Wang Xuebin, who was about to deliver pot stickers to his mouth, froze.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the source of the sound. He saw an inappropriate phone call sounding in the arms of a dead body not far away.

"Mao Dan! Do you want to be so inch?"

Wang Xuebin complained hatefully, got up and kicked the phone away, and the crisp ringtone whimpered in the river not far away.

He had just experienced several dangerous battles. Although he was not seriously injured, he was mentally exhausted. Not only was he dizzy, but his body was also sore and weak.

If you meet the evil god Jia Yazi at this time, it would be thankful that you can escape safely, let alone fighting.

‘Pu Lalala...’

What are you afraid of and what you come? Although Wang Xuebin's moves in time, the accusers with sensitive senses still noticed his place, used both hands and feet, and climbed from all directions.

The streets, intersections, walls and roofs, in just a moment, countless evil generals Wang Xuebin surrounded him.

"I'll go..."

A pair of extremely cold eyes stared at him, and every accomplice was holding weapons, pans, folding benches, bricks, and even mineral water bottles.

If a few gangsters were holding these weapons around him, he might be happy and teach them a good idea. But when the crowd of people were holding these seemingly joking weapons in their hands, Wang Xuebin really couldn't laugh!

‘Gululu...’

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

"Ahem...what..."

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Wang Xuebin laughed dryly and shook the food in his left hand slightly.

"...pot stickers...hot... from Huaxia Luoyang Flavor Building, a 60-year-old brand... do you want to come?"

——Go to die—

OK...it's still a familiar taste!

"Ahem... don't eat pot stickers... Then come some porridge..."

As he said that, Wang Xuebin raised the hot eight-treasure porridge in the cup with his right hand and asked tentatively:

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

——Go to die—

Jiayanu seems to have not believed Wang Xuebin's words, or it is a serious obsession with cleanliness, even if someone takes a bite, it will dislike it...

Anyway, it did not accept Wang Xuebin's kindness, but instead twisted its limbs and rushed towards his body.

"I'll go..."

Wang Xuebin rolled over, avoided the intimacy of Jiayako, and slammed the cup of eight-treasure porridge in his hand on its head like a reflection.

"If you don't eat, don't eat... Why do you touch your feet?"

Looking at the accomplices around him who were eager to try, Wang Xuebin didn't dare to stay for a long time. He glanced at Jiayako, who was full of eight-treasure porridge on his face, suppressed the hiccup in his stomach, and gently tapped his feet, and suddenly jumped into the air.

He swears that he will never drink Babao porridge again during this period!

Just as they flew up, the accusers rushed towards Wang Xuebin one after another, one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a crowd of several meters high formed.

Looking at the dark heads below, all of them stared at themselves. The dense eyes that could even force the dense phobia to death made him feel furious.

There are so many!

Men, women, young and old, countless people have the same eyes and the same expression. If it weren't for the different appearances, countless Kayako would be staring at you!

This scene is really heart-shaking, and the curse is indeed not a good person!

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin also extinguished his intention to land and forced a strong gust of wind to float towards the east with the power of the wind.

With Wang Xuebin's actions, Jia Yazi and the accomplices also took action, gathering together from all directions, surging crowds, and also heading towards the east, surging in a turbulent manner.

‘Rumbling...Rumbling...’

The movements of countless accomplices on the road were like an earthquake, loud and silent. They followed Wang Xuebin, chasing them reluctantly, leaving the dilapidated Kyoto.

Kyoto was extremely quiet without the raging ghosts. A trance-looking resentful ghost slowly climbed up from a corpse.

If there is no evil spirit, this resentful ghost might look at his family, then wait for the ghost messenger to welcome a new cycle of reincarnation.

Unfortunately, the resentful ghost quickly lost his consciousness and floated in confusion. With instinct, he was looking for the next unlucky guy.

I just don’t know, how many unlucky guys in Japan are left?