"International flight xxxx flight is about to depart, please board the plane as soon as possible."

Ma Xiaoling hurriedly walked to the boarding desk with a suitcase, and Wang Zhuo was following behind her with a large bag and a small bag.

After checking the boarding pass, the two finally caught the flight and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It turned out that when they packed their luggage in the morning and went to Uncle Qiu to get their equipment, Uncle Qiu hadn't done it yet!

The so-called equipment is actually the compass for the search for fugitive drug dealers this time - the missing compass.

It is a small box that looks like a makeup box on the surface, and when it is opened, there is a small pointer inside.

It is specially made by Uncle Qiu, an arms dealer in the spirit world, and puts the body parts of the person he is looking for, such as hair, nails, and blood, plus the name and birth date of that person, and after injecting mental power, it can point to the direction where the person is.

It was almost noon when Uncle Qiu was ready, and he rushed to the police station before he had time to eat, and got the fugitive's information and hair from Gao Bao, and activated the compass.

"You say it's hard for adults to make some money, right? We had to fly for 14 hours, and we were booked economy class." Ma Xiaoling complained, "I was kind enough to give them the cost price, but I didn't expect the bad guy to pick the door so much."

"Well, we can order it ourselves. It's not bad for money."

"No! It's one thing to have money, but it's another thing to not be able to pay money when you take orders, it's a matter of principle."

"Alas, then you hope that the place where you will live at that time will not be the Regent Hotel!"

Ma Xiaoling wore a long plaid woolen coat with an ankle-length hem that almost reached her ankles today, and a short skirt suit that could not be shaken by thunder.

After sitting down, two-thirds of the white and tender thighs are exposed.

Wang Zhuo thought to himself if he put his hand up, would Ma Xiaoling also put his hand on his face.

Forget it, so many people don't look good, anyway, it's not like I haven't touched it before.

Wang Zhuo asked the stewardess for a blanket, covered Ma Xiaoling's thigh, and complained, "I wanted to ask for a long time. Do you have any obsession with short skirts, I heard that it has just snowed in London, and you are not afraid of freezing arthritis in the past."

"It's called freedom of dress. I don't explain."

"Shaking and cold, when can a man reason with a woman."

After a long time, the plane finally started, and after waiting for a while, it began to run slowly.

This flight takes at least 14 hours, plus the landing time, and if you encounter abnormal weather or something, it may take fifteen or sixteen hours.

The whole machine soon quieted down, and everyone began to close their eyes and recuperate, except for the occasional sound of children being coquettish.

Ma Xiaoling looked at Wang Zhuo from time to time, no matter how suspicious she was last night, but when she saw her again today, she couldn't connect him with a Heavenly Master from two thousand years ago.

Without him, Wang Zhuo is a thorough modern person no matter how he talks, and he doesn't look like a person who came alive from 2,000 years ago.

Now we have to wait for Uncle Qiu's information to further deduce the results.

"The plane is taking off. Please fasten your seat belts and do not leave your seat. When the flight is smooth, we will serve you drinks."

The flight attendant finished speaking in English and then repeated it in Cantonese.

After more than ten hours of waiting, Wang Zhuo began to close his eyes and comprehend the fifth house after a long absence. ….

He is invincible in the world, except for Ma Ling'er, he has not encountered an enemy for a long time, which makes him slack off in the development of Shangdantian.

After all, he is immortal, and time is the least valuable thing for him.

At his level, ordinary cultivation could no longer improve him.

Although it is only lit up to the fourth house, in terms of mental power alone, after his years of accumulation, it can be said that it is already a huge amount.

No matter how much telekinesis there is, it is only a superficial control of some substances that can be observed by the naked eye, and it is meaningless to simply accumulate, and more importantly, how to carry out more accurate microscopic operations.

He realized that the so-called lighting up the Heavenly Palace is not simply the cultivation of mental power, but from a modern point of view, it should be a deep development of the brain.

Thus obtaining the evolution of the essence of human life.

But even Ma Linger only practiced to the third house, and then she became a zombie, and overtaking in the corner completed the evolution of the life level from another road.

And the generations of the Ma family, no matter how talented they are, only light up the fourth house like themselves at the highest level.

And the realm after the fourth house is all deduced by their ingenuity, and no one has verified it.

In order to subdue the stinky lungs, he tried to jump into the sea and forcibly suffocate him, but he didn't expect him to faint directly and float to the sea to wake up through air.

It proves that this trick will not work.

"Sir, coffee, tea, or water?"

The ghost stewardess spoke fluent Cantonese and woke Wang Zhuo up from her meditation.

"Is there any willow juice?"

"Sorry sir, only coffee, black tea, and water."

"Okay, then bring me a cup of coffee and tea. I like salty ones, so I put two more pieces of tofu in them."

The flight attendant smiled professionally: "Sir, you have a good sense of humor. So you want water, right?"

Wang Zhuo said, "I said, I want coffee and black tea."

The stewardess had no choice but to mix one of the three drinks with him, and asked Ma Xiaoling, "Madam, what do you need to drink?"

Ma Xiaoling shook her head, pulled the blanket up, and continued to close her eyes to recuperate.

Wang Zhuo held the water cup and remained motionless until the stewardess pushed the cart and walked away, and he reached out and caught a myriapod from the cup that kept writhing its body.

With a flash of red lightning between his fingers, the insects were burned to white ashes.

He then drained the drink in one gulp, put it on the holder, closed his eyes and pretended to continue to recuperate.

In the captain's room, an Indian woman stood behind the two captains, and a pair of fleshy tentacles extended from her forehead, stuck in the back of the two captains' heads like tubes.

A woman's face emerged from the console: "That Ma Xiaoling didn't drink water."

The Indian woman said, "Ma Xiaoling is not important, has the man next to her drunk?"

"Drunk."

"Good. Keep an eye on them and remember not to get too close. There are still eight hours to reach the destination."

The two youkai had a conversation, thinking they were private.

They were completely invisible, and in the aisle to their left, six women in trench coats stood, listening to all their conversations.

The words heard by the six women reached Wang Zhuo's ears at the same time, and he shared the vision of the six Ding Dharma Protectors.

He had seen the complete list of Japanese ghosts and monsters sorted out by Uncle Feng, and recognized that the monster who poisoned him in the plane should be the Japanese Fu Fu God, I don't know if it was the one that Chongqing Mansion was blessed by Tianyou.

Coupled with the faces of Indian ghosts and gods, it seems that they are still those people. They set their sights on themselves.

Although they were very curious about how they were going to deal with themselves, but the gentleman did not stand under the dangerous wall, Wang Zhuo released the Liujia Divine General, and ordered them to cooperate with the Liuding Heavenly Maiden to find out all the monsters on the plane together and arrest them.

Now Liuding Liujia has been nourished by Wang Zhuo's massive mental power, and his divine power has risen greatly.

Even the styling has changed.

The Rokko god will fly out of the palace and land in the aisle, transforming into six strong men wearing leather clothes and holding shotguns in their hands, resembling the Terminator.

They patrolled the smell of demonic energy and spread it on the plane.

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