Mysterious recovery: I have two ways to become a god

The inside and outside of the barrier is like a world, and even light cannot pass through.

Within the boundary,

Wang Xiaoming summoned the teleportation gate, and saw an illusory portal appearing in the barrier, and then wisps of black air flowed down from the portal.

Falling on the coffin nails in the center of the ceremony, white forging light emerged at the same time, moving from the periphery to the coffin nails in the center under the guidance of the ceremony, like a light strip that suddenly lit up.

"The spiritual consumption is normal, and there are no changes in the teleportation gate. Yes, the worst thing has not happened."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the normal operation of the ceremony, and finally let go of his worries.

This is the first time he has used this magic ritual. Many steps have been simplified in the process. Now it can run normally. It can only be said that he is still very talented in mysticism.

The supernatural suppressive power from the ancient painting ghost did not lose control. Under his guidance, it became one with the coffin nails in the ceremony. There should be a reason for this being restricted by the wilderness of knowledge.

The forging ceremony was proceeding in an orderly manner, and the spirituality in his body was also flowing away.

About ten minutes later, the illusory portal disappeared, the white light derived from the forging ability began to become thinner and disappear, and the supernatural suppression power was completely integrated into the steel coffin nails.

The coffin is nailed? !

At the end of the forging ceremony, the barrier disappeared, leaving only a thirty centimeter long nail.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the coffin nails placed in the middle of the ceremony. The originally silver steel coffin nails had now turned dark, like a pure black wooden thorn. He felt an inexplicable pressure in his hands.

Appraisal!

There was a glimmer in his eyes, and bits and pieces of information about the coffin nails kept appearing in his mind.

"It's really done!"

After interpreting the identification information he had just received, Wang Xiaoming felt a sense of joy in his heart. The coffin nails he had just forged were indeed as he expected, with the ability to suppress evil ghosts almost without solution.

As long as you are nailed by the coffin nails, you will feel the supernatural oppression that the ancient painting ghost has endured for a thousand years.

"With this nail in the coffin, the lighting ghost will be easily taken down as long as it's not particularly unnatural."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the coffin nails in his hands, dialed Zhao Jianguo's phone number, and informed him to come to the laboratory.

After hanging up the phone, he simply cleaned up the ground, and then took advantage of this time to start meditating to restore his spirituality.

The continuous use of the craftsman's forging ability consumes a lot of his spiritual energy, and his spirit is also somewhat depressed, making him unfit to continue working.

When he fully recovered spiritually, it was almost noon.

Zhao Jianguo also rushed over, followed by a strange ghost master.

"Professor Wang, did you ask me to come up with any way to deal with lighting ghosts?"

As soon as he entered the laboratory, Zhao Jianguo said with great anticipation.

Wang Xiaoming did not speak immediately, but looked at the ghost controller following him.

"Lu Zhiwen, a ghost controller trained by the Ministry of Law, is now officially at the headquarters and is one of our own." Zhao Jianguo explained from the side.

Lu Zhiwen seemed to be reticent, but when he mentioned himself, he nodded to Wang Xiaoming.

"Lu Zhiwen?"

Wang Xiaoming thought of a headquarters captain who appeared later in the original work. His name was Lu Zhiwen. It seemed likely that he was this person.

Although it performed poorly during the National War and was offline, the opponent's ghost ability is very interesting. Whether it is a puppet substitute or writing a name to find a person, it has great research value.

But now is not the time to talk about this. Wang Xiaoming handed the coffin nail to Zhao Jianguo and said:

"This is a supernatural weapon I just made. It's very precious. With it, you can take down the light ghost."

Zhao Jianguo took the coffin nail and felt his hand heavy. He weighed it and said, "What is this thing called? How to use it?"

"Let's call it coffin nail!" Wang Xiaoming said, "The usage is actually very simple. As long as it is nailed by the coffin nail, the evil ghost will be imprisoned."

"What!?"*2

Zhao Jianguo and Lu Zhiwen both exclaimed in disbelief.

"Professor Wang, can what you said be verified?" Zhao Jianguo asked hurriedly.

Lu Zhiwen also looked at Wang Xiaoming intently.

"That's not true!"

Zhao Jianguo and Lu Zhiwen's eyes dimmed obviously.

"But... we can do a simple experiment, which can easily confirm the truth of what I said."

Zhao Jianguo and Zhao Jianguo opened their eyes wide again and said in unison: "What experiment?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, pointed at the coffin nails and said, "It's very simple, you just need to let Lu Zhiwen hold the coffin nails."

Lu Zhiwen quickly reacted and said, "Professor Wang, do you mean that I will be suppressed by supernatural beings as long as I hold the coffin nails?"

"Yes!" Wang Xiaoming said with a slightly appreciative tone: "You react very quickly. The coffin nails only work on supernatural ghosts. Ordinary people cannot sense the difference when holding them. But the ghost controller is different. As long as he takes them You can naturally feel the coffin nails suppressing the supernatural in your hands."

Zhao Jianguo was a little worried and said, "Is there no danger?"

"It's okay. There are two parts on the coffin nail: the handle and the blade. The handle is a safe part designed by me. It will not be suppressed by supernatural beings when you hold it. The blade is the body of the coffin nail, where the supernatural suppression force is strongest." Wang Xiaoming explained .

Zhao Jianguo nodded. He remembered that Wang Xiaoming was holding the handle just now when he was holding the coffin nails.

Lu Zhiwen stepped forward and took the coffin nail from Zhao Jianguo's hand. Because he was reminded in advance, he did not touch the blade of the coffin nail.

"What a powerful supernatural suppression!"

As soon as Lu Zhiwen grasped the handle of the coffin nail, he felt the powerful force attached to the coffin nail. The supernatural power in the body parts in contact with the coffin nail fell silent at the same time, making it difficult to mobilize.

This part has not yet touched the coffin nail blade, but the supernatural power in my body has already been affected. If I were really stabbed by the coffin nail, I would definitely die.

I can't even use this kind of suppression power as a puppet substitute.

Lu Zhiwen was afraid of the power of the coffin nail, because compared to supernatural ghosts, it was actually more restrained by ghost controllers.

"How is it?" Zhao Jianguo asked from the side.

Lu Zhiwen carefully placed the coffin nail on the table and said solemnly: "It's true. This coffin nail has strong supernatural suppression. The ghost light of the Ming Tombs is not a problem."

Wang Xiaoming said calmly: "What I said is right."

"That's right, that's right!" Zhao Jianguo looked excited and picked up the coffin nails and couldn't put them down.

"I'm very interested in the Light Ghost. If you imprison it, you can send it directly to me."

Wang Xiaoming seemed to have thought of something as he spoke, and continued:

"By the way, there's one more thing I need to remind you. It's best not to put the coffin nails into Warehouse No. 1, because the materials I use are suspected to be from the same source as Warehouse No. 1. When the two meet, unpredictable things may happen. ”

"Okay, no problem," Zhao Jianguo nodded: "I will take care of this matter and there will be no problem."

After a few people chatted briefly, Zhao Jianguo and Lu Zhiwen left.

At this time, it was already noon, and Wang Xiaoming did not work anymore, but returned to his residence after lunch.