Reincarnation Master

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Smith finished his day of school, returned home, and began to pray and call routinely.

The last time he was suddenly summoned to an unnamed deserted island and battled with scales made him understand that he was too weak.

Therefore, he increased his daily exercise time.

After persisting, Smith found that his body was a lot stronger, with some faint muscle contours, and even the rate of turning heads of girls in school became much higher.

Physical exercise is only one aspect, and he is even more delighted that since last time, he has mastered the spell more deeply.

At this time, he can even detect his mental power, which is definitely much stronger than ordinary people.

He has tried, just by looking in his eyes, he can scare away a few bad dogs.

And the name that made him care about-‘Nikolaia’ did not cause any trouble to his life.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the lost god, or perhaps he was too weak, unless he was in a special environment like a desert island, calling the name of the **** would not bring any response.

Fang Xian can call for success, his own personality is the key. Moreover, it is still in Nikolaya's own dream.

Of course, even so, Smith did not dare to recite the terrible name.

He had dinner, went back to his room, and started thinking.

On the paper, write down the goals for this period of time.

‘Daily exercise-done! ’

‘Pray every day-complete! ’

‘Contact with the supernatural—? ? ? ’

"I need to get in touch with that circle and understand some basic knowledge, otherwise it's easy to make mistakes on the island!" Smith muttered to himself: "Maybe the police station has a special management agency, but I can't bet on my own safety. In terms of tolerance... gangsters may be able to come into contact with this dark side, but it is too dangerous... My best choice is actually my comrades in arms last time, such as Vivian, and that man... Unfortunately, the situation was urgent. , No contact information was left."

Out of the same belief, he temporarily felt that those people could be trusted.

At this time, I deeply felt the inconvenience of contact: "Lost God...Even if you are asleep, you can respond to the prayers of humble believers. Please let us have our own channels of contact..."

...

Vivienne's arm was wrapped in bandages, looking sadly at the scenery outside the window.

That dream is very strange, the injuries suffered inside have been brought to the outside world!

She stabbed herself in the arm in order to cast the ‘Bird with Broken Wing’ spell, and had to make up a lie that the mirror smashed.

However, the frightened parents were sent to the hospital for treatment, and their range of activities was greatly restricted.

‘Supernatural power is indeed fascinating... but... does it have to pay? ’

The girl's elegant eyes suddenly became a little confused.

...

In a dense forest.

Mickey walked hard through the rotting mud, he was tall and thin, with a cold expression, dressed in hunter's decorations.

In fact, he is indeed a ‘hunter’, a mercenary from the dark world, who is responsible for solving some inconvenience to the public for his employer.

Due to professional relations, this industry occasionally comes into contact with some supernatural cases, so he may have the deepest understanding of occultism among the followers, but he only understands it.

The door of inhumanity is not so easy to open.

Therefore, after only a few words of the "Lost God", he will be ecstatic and throw himself in.

"I have mastered the immortal poem, the next step is the bird with broken wings!"

Mitch murmured, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Pain...Why should I sacrifice my own pain, can't others' pain work? This requires a test product..."

He sensed the closeness of many green and blue eyes in the dense forest. It was a pack of wolves!

"It's you!"

Mickey smiled cruelly, reciting the immortal poem.

In the low and hoarse mantra, the inexplicable mental pressure was released.

A series of wild wolves fell down and turned from hunters into prey.

The next scene that happened was also the natural predator, but the position was reversed.

"I...I will definitely get revenge. Great Lost God, please bless me... As long as I succeed in revenge, my soul and my life are yours."

After a long time, Mickey wiped the blood from his hands and walked out of the dense forest.

...

The unnamed island.

Fang Xian, who had already noticed the censorship of several waves, had no expression on his face and returned to the dormitory.

In his ears, there are already a large number of believers' "prayer", the kind with pictures, can understand the prayer of any believer.

‘This is an incidental to the sixth rank of the alchemist, but I can only make use of it roughly...As for the active response? Even God descends? I’m a fake, I have no power at all...’

Fang Xian shook his head and ignored it.

‘Believers need guidance, and the lost **** needs to be forced... It seems that Roca will end up as the favored one and the pope? No... I'm a little tired of this set...’

The secret castle has recently tightened outside and inside. It is said that several legendary investigators have returned.

It is impossible for Fang Xian to directly deduct any evil witchcraft in the room.

All he can do is to sort out all kinds of knowledge in his mind.

Among them, the results of the last stage of Hopskin's life are the most precious.

That is the taboo knowledge named "Hopskin's Divine Art" by Fang Xian.

In addition, the other three scriptures also gave Fang Xian a lot of inspiration. For example, the imprint technology in "The Old Seal of Blood" can be combined with the spiritual seal invented by Hopskin to become a defender of ordinary people. The best bastion of sanity.

In addition, the knowledge of the Wild Hunting Throne allows Fang Xian to make better use of the Wind Chasing Mark, summon invisible monsters, and even order them to do some complicated things.

As for the "Nine Profound Teachings of the Black Emperor", it goes without saying that the worm's hymn is bound to be greatly enriched, and the chapters contained therein are far more than that.

At least in terms of occult medicine ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Xian feels that if he studies for a period of time, he can definitely surpass most investigators.

In his opinion, the secret that the Secret Keeper Headquarters painstakingly wanted to protect was nothing at all.

At this time, a knock on the door sounded.

Fang Xian got up, opened the door, and saw Eric.

"Roca... I... have something to tell you."

Eric was awkward, his eyes evasive.

‘This is doing something guilty, but not to me, wanting to talk. ’

Fang Xian smiled in his heart, accurately grasped this guy's psychology, and allowed a path: "Come in and say..."

"The new instructor found me and said that I have a psychological talent and the potential to become a'blood therapist.' She hopes that I will stay at the headquarters and study...after the training."

Eric said entangledly: "This...Isn't this a betrayal branch?"