Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 258: Possession and Loss of Control
On this side, two days later, Wang Zhenqiu finally walked out of the house that Wang Bing arranged for him.
"Hmm~"
Wang Zhenqiu stretched lazily and said, "It's been a long time since I last saw the sunshine. It's so nice..."
"Are you willing to come out?"
Wang Bing's voice also sounded from behind Wang Zhenqiu, "You are really fast. I think you will be delayed for a few days. I was planning to talk to Hao Yi from the Southwest Region..."
"Huh?"
Wang Zhenqiu stretched himself lazily and turned to look at Wang Bing, smiling and saying, "Have you investigated me?"
"Do we need to investigate your little thing?"
Wang Bing said, "The reputation of the Southwest Region has become extremely bad in the past year. Everyone says that there is a cancer in the Southwest. Plus, you don't seem to mind being known... If I can't find out, I'll be a waste!"
“Ah…I see…”
Wang Zhenqiu touched his chin and said, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I think my current boss is pretty good..."
"Have you finished your research?" Wang Bing asked. During this period of time, he also checked Wang Zhenqiu 's affairs and found that this guy was very similar to himself.
On the one hand, this guy is also a entertainer, and a wizard in any case; on the other hand, he also follows the path of a Qi practitioner (cultivating the Ren and Du meridians).
Anyone who dares to do this is considered to be gifted.
You must know that the ordinary way of refining Qi and witchcraft are two different directions, and ordinary people are destined to choose only one in their lifetime.
Those who can practice both are rare.
"They have figured out some things... I have to say these foreigners do have something!"
Wang Zhenqiu smiled, took out a black glove from his pocket and said, "Originally this thing of mine is still a semi-finished product, but..."
Swish!
After Wang Zhenqiu put it on his hand , a black gas suddenly emerged around his body.
"This is……"
Wang Bing opened his eyes slightly and looked carefully at Wang Zhenqiu in front of him. As the black gas continued to change, Wang Zhenqiu's body also changed significantly. A pair of black wings stretched out from his back.
Wang Bing vaguely remembered that the profession of entertainers "stole" people's power of worship through some unknown means, which was the so-called incense and worship, and then generated a certain power derived from faith.
Based on this, the consciousness based on legendary figures or gods is generated, which is also called godhood.
As for the power of Godhead...
I can understand you playing the role of the Third Prince of Red Lotus and the Monkey King, but your pair of wings is obviously not a local product...
Wang Bing looked at the person in front of him with two pairs of wings extending from his back. His eyes began to turn blood red and turbulence appeared in the air around him.
“You are…”
Wang Bing said in a serious tone. Before he could finish, a ball of black energy appeared in Wang Zhenqiu's hand.
Bang!
Wang Zhenqiu instantly swung away the dark wings behind him, his whole body shook, and a ball of black mist began to linger and swirl around him, and then two small spirals of Qi formed on his arms, as if accumulating power, and the air around him also began to become turbulent at this moment.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Wang Bing didn't know when a black iron mace appeared in his hand. The strength in his body also bloomed at this moment, and his aura continued to rise.
Is this a failure of possession?
Wang Bing's heart sank. He had learned about some of the Western gods and demons before. Judging from the situation, Wang Zhenqiu was planning to use the black gloves he had just refined to communicate with those Western gods. Rather than gods, they were more like demons.
Look at Wang Zhenqiu now. He doesn’t look like a Western god at all.
How can I put it about communicating with psychics? Ultimately, it's a test of how many people believe in it.
To give the simplest example, there are about 2 billion Christians in the world, the remaining 1.2 billion are Muslims, and 1 billion are Hindus.
These are all large sects, and each of them has some depictions of their own gods.
Over the years, these believers have continuously contributed the power of faith to it, so even if it is fictional, it can be communicated to some extent.
Isn't what happened to Wang Zhenqiu the best example? It's just...
Wang Bing could vaguely feel that these Western gods and demons were more aggressive and more suitable for combat.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhenqiu, who was standing opposite, showed an evil smile on his face. The black airflow on his arm rolled up directly, forming a small whirlwind. The surrounding air continued to gather on his palm under the high-speed rotation of this small whirlwind.
The next moment, Wang Zhenqiu pushed the air bomb, which was compressed countless times, forward without saying a word. The whirlwind, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly grew larger, carrying sharp wind blades and rolling directly towards Wang Bing.
Wang Bing focused his eyes and ignored the whirlwind with countless wind blades. He jumped up and dived towards Wang Zhenqiu.
There are indeed some tricks to the godhead. It is not easy for an alien to capture such an illusory thing. However, the flaw of the godhead is that it can only perform what people think and cannot improvise according to the actual situation.
His abilities are restricted by this godhood. It's like you are playing the role of the Monkey King, who holds a stick. You can't ask him to give him a Gatling gun.
"So the first time you were possessed by the Western godhead, you lost your mind?" Wang pulled the black mace wrapped in rich Qi in his hand behind him and swung it out suddenly, bringing out a black light.
Bang!
The black mace in Wang Bing's hand struck Wang Zhenqiu's chest with a sound of breaking through the air.
The space in front of Wang Zhenqiu suddenly shattered. He quickly raised his arms wearing black gloves and crossed them in front of him. The pair of black wings behind him gathered directly in the middle, as if he wanted to wrap himself in it, and directly blocked Wang Bing's powerful mace.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the pair of fallen angel wings behind Wang Zhenqiu were plucked up by the mace, and several black feathers were pulled out. After these black feathers floated in the air, they turned into black smoke and disappeared into the air.
However, the power of this mace is far from simple. With Wang Bing's continuous development of the art of summoning spirits and generals, he has also been constantly refining his own Five Ghosts Technique recently.
The five Yin generals on his body were also given new abilities by Wang Bing.
One can improve one's strength; one can provide oneself with agility; one is mainly responsible for healing oneself, which is a bit similar to Wang Zizhong's ability; and another one can improve one's defense.
When fighting with others again in the future, there is no need for Wang Bing to carry so many elves with him. It will be better to use Yin Jiang directly!
However, there is a disadvantage to doing this, which is that the king cannot summon some more powerful future generations to help him...
After all, you, the Yin General, are already possessed, so naturally you can't use the Yin General as a carrier to summon famous generals.
As Wang Bing broke through Wang Zhenqiu 's protective body, the black mace also fell on Wang Zhenqiu's arm. Wang Zhenqiu was also pushed back by this huge force and flew for a long time before he slowed down.
“…”
Wang Zhenqiu opened his mouth towards Wang Bing and spoke some language that Wang Bing could not understand. However, Wang knew without listening that the possessed Wang Zhenqiu was saying some words that belittled him.
Suddenly, the pair of black wings behind Wang Zhenqiu grew again. When the black wings were fully stretched, they were about three or four meters long. Then they flapped towards Wang Bing's position. A black tornado suddenly appeared and rolled straight towards Wang Bing.
"Tsk, you're recovering pretty fast..."
Wang Bing smacked his lips and pulled the black mace back again. Just when he was about to send out a shock wave to block the black whirlwind, Wang Zhenqiu's figure suddenly appeared beside Wang Bing, opened his mouth, and spit out a ball of black mist from his mouth.
Capture the spirits and send the generals·Nine Styles·Black Blemish!
At Wang Bing's side, a cloud of black smoke emerged from his body and turned into a barrier blocking him and Wang Zhen's ball.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
Although both streams were black, the black mists with different auras corroded each other and were difficult to merge together.
At this moment, with a "bang", Wang Bing appeared beside Wang Zhenqiu and swung his black mace. He hit Wang Zhenqiu in the face with the mace and sent him flying. He flew for a long time before stopping.
Looking at Wang Zhenqiu's head that was almost spinning 180 degrees, it was fortunate that Wang Bing stopped just now. Otherwise, if he really wanted to kill him, Wang Zhenqiu's head would have been smashed to pieces by Wang Bing.
To be honest, Wang Bing was really curious about Wang Zhenqiu's identity. This guy had no trace in the circle and was extremely clean.
According to Xiaozhan, as long as this person is born into this world, he will definitely leave traces.
But the problem is that this Wang Zhen ball is the kind of existence that has no trace at all, which makes Wang Bing more and more curious about where this thing came from.
(Author's note: Wang Zhenqiu is Wang Yiqiu from my uncle's early work "Da Ai Project". I originally wanted to incorporate some of the settings from this work, but I found that it was difficult to coordinate the combat power and the background was difficult to plan, so I don't plan to dig too much into Wang Zhenqiu's background)
Click!
Wang Zhenqiu mechanically turned his head slowly, and the red light in his eyes became even brighter.
"I thought that blow just now would have knocked you unconscious, but now it seems that you Western demons really have some tricks up your sleeve..."
Wang Bing held the black mace in his right hand and tapped it lightly on the palm of his left hand. "So this is all you have? Or do you have other moves that you haven't used yet?"
To be honest, when Wang Zhenqiu was hit on the face just now, Wang Bing felt as if he had hit a thick steel plate with a mace. The recoil force made the base of Wang Bing's right hand slightly numb.
This physical quality has improved by more than one level. Now Wang Bing can understand more and more why this foreign demon is said to be suitable for attacking...
Speed, strength, and defense have all improved a lot...
