At this time, the flesh and blood on Wang Zijia's body was also constantly squirming. One moment an ugly head appeared on his neck, and the other moment two ghost claws grew on his back. His body kept squirming and changing, which was very strange.
"Value +673!"
Without waiting for it to become a demon, the pollution that had just been born and invaded had no time to lead Wang Zijia to become a demon, or even break through the seal, and was simply converted into value by Wang Zijia.
In an instant, all the intruding pollution subsided, and Wang Zijia's breath did not surge at all.
With such a change, even the eyes of the five ghosts who had just completed their breakthrough became much clearer, and their spiritual wisdom became more abundant. They looked less and less like a transformed creature and looked like a normal Fuwa.
After a long time, Wang Zijia opened his eyes, and the vague spiritual light in his eyes flickered, completely clear, without any sense of turbidity, nor any trace of madness and depression.
Feeling the surging power in his body and the pressure in his movements, at this moment, Wang Zijia completely gained the confidence to compete with the geniuses in the sect.
Then without further delay, with a flash of spiritual light, he rushed toward the pillar of light reaching the sky.
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Because in the past few days, Wang Zijia had been rushing to the Blood Dragon Abyss to purify the land around this spiritual resource point, so it was not too far away from his destination.
With the blessing of the five ghosts, Wang Zijia turned into a shadow and ran quietly for only a quarter of an hour, when various figures began to appear around him.
Some are floating off the ground and moving forward, some are running with their heads down, and some are constantly flying and jumping.
One by one, the high-ranking boys were rushing towards the bloody beam of light.
After everyone met, if they didn't know each other, they all made a tacit understanding to keep their distance and be wary of each other.
When meeting fellow students, the familiar ones will say hello twice, while the unfamiliar ones will nod to each other and gather together silently.
In a moment, Wang Zijia arrived at the destination.
Looking from a distance, this is a canyon basin. Below the canyon, what should have been a wide river at the edge is now replaced by blood-red filthy liquid.
The canyon winds around the basin. The center of the circle was supposed to be a mountain peak, but it was smashed into pieces, and the main body disappeared, leaving only a pile of rocks. The blood in the canyon flowed through it, and countless jagged rocks were looming, like a blood lake with jagged rocks.
In the gaps between the strange rocks, a blood-red filthy liquid could be vaguely seen squirming. Some strange rocks stand like rocks, while others rise and fall, sinking and floating in the liquid.
In the center of the canyon with rugged rocks, there are several huge stone pillars like stone peaks. There are two chains covered with runes on them, and locked on them is a huge python with tumors all over its body, rotten flesh everywhere, and carrion.
A faint blood-colored mist filled the entire canyon, shrouding the Blood Dragon Abyss in a hazy state. Standing on the cliff and looking down, you could vaguely see that the python had woken up at this moment.
His eyes were red, without any spirituality, like a mad devil.
There was something vaguely moving in the sarcomas and rotten flesh all over his body.
According to the sect's information, this place is one of the demons in the Hundred Demons Realm. It was originally a demon snake at the peak of the Yijiu Wine Festival, but was eroded by the fictitious realm and turned into a demon.
Later, the big shots of the three sects used methods to imprison it here, and it became a meat farm for cultivating spiritual animals.
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At this moment, the cliffs of the circular canyon were already filled with various monks, scattered everywhere. Among them, the three largest groups were the disciples of the three sects.
Wang Zijia came to the area where the Wanyu Sect disciples were, and nodded slightly with a group of unfamiliar brothers.
Now he is the image of a young man, 1.9 meters tall, with ligated muscles, strong and powerful, with the smell of male hormones exuding all over his body, a man like an iron tower. The peak boy's cultivation and profound aura made all the brothers look at him with suspicion.
At the moment, their disciples in Wan Yu are probably in their early fifties, and it seems that there will not be too much growth in the short term.
After all, the Blood Dragon Abyss is only the outermost resource point among the hundreds of demonic spiritual objects. The foundation-building spiritual objects born there are not only at the level of Level C, but also tend to strengthen the body, and their use range is extremely limited.
The situation in the other two cases is similar.
Of course, the opposite of the three sects is the dense crowd of disciples from small sects. They are not as picky as the disciples of the three sects. Being able to use spiritual objects to build a foundation and condense the skills is already a huge blessing, so what else is there to choose?
Because Wang Zijia was not familiar with everyone, he did not communicate with his classmates. He stood alone and waited quietly.
As time went by, more disciples arrived, most of them ordinary disciples. Everyone was relatively restrained, no one took action rashly, probably because they were afraid of causing a scuffle and falling into a big fight.
Wang Zijia turned over his hands and took out more than twenty blood crystals, which he had obtained from the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect who had previously picked up corpses.
He didn't expect to get a spiritual object with this blood crystal. This spiritual object was not suitable for him. It was still in the C grade. He didn't intend to fight for it. He just came over to see if he could get a ray of spiritual object. Just a remnant.
Holding two blood crystals and turning his hands unconsciously, Wang Zijia looked at the entire pool of blood and filth below, feeling a little lost.
"Wave······"
After waiting for another half-quarter of an hour, with a soft sound, the bloody light pillar soaring into the sky exploded, turning into countless blood mist and covering the bottom of the canyon, making the thin blood mist a little thicker.
In the hazy moment, the demonic dragon body in the center of the canyon was no longer clearly visible.
"hold head high·······"
There was another roar like a cow's roar, followed by a strong wind-like shock wave, and a faint fishy smell blew past the face along with the fishy wind.
"Walk!"
"rush!"
"······"
In an instant, at least two to three thousand children jumped into the canyon like dumplings.
"Grass!"
"Damn it!"
"······"
As everyone jumped down, they landed on the jagged rocks on the filthy pool of blood. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with them, but unlucky enough, they stepped directly on the living rock, and their bodies suddenly fell into the liquid.
The green smoke was accompanied by screams and curses. When he hurriedly climbed up the rock beside him, he could already see the deep white bones, and there were squirming granules at the wound, as if there were some lesions.
Wang Zijia also mixed in with the crowd, jumped off the cliff, and landed firmly on a rock.
Instead of rushing towards the center of the canyon immediately, he raised his hand and a spiritual thread wandered out, tentatively dipping into the surrounding bloody liquid.
"laugh······"
As soon as the silk threads came into contact, bursts of green smoke came out, corroding Wang Zijia's crystal red silk threads in the blink of an eye.
"Value +1!"
He frowned subconsciously, because these filthy liquids were completely different from what Wang Zijia had imagined. He did not feel the contamination of the evil species. In addition to the extremely strong erosion, there was also a bit of an extremely difficult flesh and blood curse.
(End of chapter)
