Seeing this, the illusory fake person condensed from the book looked slightly cold, waved his hand and shot out a stream of extremely dirty blood, and rushed towards Wang Zijia.
In front of Wang Zijia, a book page suddenly appeared. On the page, countless people of different shapes were depicted. Under the impact of the blood light, it blurred out in the blink of an eye, turning into a filthy page contaminated by blood.
While the pages were stained, the book that glowed with blood trembled for a moment, as if it hit itself, and the illusory figure of the fake real person collapsed.
The bloody light hit the page, and Wang Zijia's whole body trembled.
Immediately afterwards, his body surface stiffened rapidly and continued to shrink. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant bloody cicada the size of a palm.
At this time, auras of light gathered around the altar, and Wang Zijia's figure reappeared.
The second-grade disposable magic weapon: the blood cicada shed its shell, which helped him resist the aftermath of the blood-light impact, so he did not suffer much damage.
At this moment, the distance between one person and one book was no more than one foot, and Wang Zijia could reach out and grab the book.
The book trembled slightly, and blood loomed, ready to attack Wang Zijia again.
"Go!"
Wang Zijia's eyes were filled with anger, his eyes were about to burst, and lightning struck at the book.
The Blood God Crystal that had been held in the palm of his hand quietly disappeared. With its blessing, the innate magic spirit root demon condensed a strange blood-colored rune for the first time, which was entered into the book by Wang Zijia.
The book trembled rapidly and did not immediately attack Wang Zijia again.
After all, it is just an ownerless artifact, and it does not even have an artifact spirit. It just relies on the stress response of the strange changes to act. Facing the invading evil force, he immediately chose to expel it instead of continuing to deal with Wang Zijia.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia decisively waved his hand, and the pages he had refined flew over, rushed into the book, and merged back again.
"boom!"
Wang Zijia's whole brain was in a daze, endless madness swept over him, and all kinds of desires continued to arise. Even with a moment of contact, Wang Zijia almost couldn't bear it.
He decisively stepped aside and entered the sea of consciousness.
The golden scale vibrated again, and a ray of golden light came out from Wang Zijia's fingertips. It did not penetrate into the book, but only shone for a moment. The book that resisted violently withered completely, and the blood in Wang Zijia's body swirled slightly for a moment.
Wang Zijia was in a daze for a moment, and a huge book appeared in the chaotic sea of consciousness.
"The False Way and the True Trap"
As the book opens to the title page, a personal portrait of a fake real person emerges.
The moment Wang Zijia looked at the portrait, he felt the changes in the surrounding space. It was obviously a very high-level power, but because in the sea of chaotic consciousness, Wang Zijia clearly felt that he had just fallen into an illusion, and it was a harmless illusion. If you want, you can break free at any time.
He didn't take action immediately, but carefully looked at the changes around him.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding area turned into a mountain top, with gentle breeze and white clouds. At the foot of the mountain is a familiar city.
Wang Zijia looked at it for a moment and knew it was at the top of Lingmai Mountain.
He was standing on a cliff edge platform at the top of the mountain. An illusory figure in front of him was facing away from him, looking at the city below.
In the gentle breeze, his monk's robe and hair continued to flutter.
"It seems I failed in the end!"
Feeling Wang Zijia's arrival, Xuying did not look back and spoke in very plain words.
When Wang Zijia heard the familiar voice of the false master, his whole body tensed subconsciously.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not even a remnant soul, at most I'm just a special image." The fake Taoist said.
Wang Zijia heard this, but he didn't dare to relax at all. He had never seen many people in the wine-sacrifice realm, let alone such a real person who had been enlightened for thousands of years. Who knows how many methods the other party had, what if he could be resurrected?
The fake Taoist didn't say much on this topic, and said to himself: "I don't have much time, so I'll keep it short. I am a fake Taoist, a true cultivator, and a third-grade burial technique talisman. As a Sanren, I can reach this level. , you can be proud of yourself."
The fake Taoist first introduced himself with some pride, but still carried Wang Zijia on his back and did not look back.
"Since you can come here, it means that you have been recognized by my natal spiritual weapon. You are an orphan of the holy blood, and you are in line with my way. I don't want you to worship me as your teacher. I just need you to pass on this way."
"Back then, I had an amazing encounter and received the inheritance of the false Tao. In the end, I still lacked some talents. I didn't even enter the third level of the middle realm. I spent my life in the lower three realms. I hope you can see those different scenery for me."
As he spoke, a rune emerged.
The fake Taoist didn't know whether it was because he was taking photos, but his words jumped a bit. He was still sighing in the previous sentence, but suddenly turned a corner in the next sentence and said:
"Back then, I used my senior brother's transformed demonic body as a guide, and attempted to intentionally commit suicide but failed to turn into a monster. I used my natal spiritual weapon as a carrier, a false path as a bridge, and adopted a new weapon to enter the mysterious realm. I practiced the fake to become the real one, but the result was a little bit worse. , ultimately failed.”
"Fortunately, the underworld weapon is half-formed in the end, so there are no regrets. There are just some innocent people who can't help but be implicated. If you have a chance, help me clean up the filth in this place. Consider it a reward for my orthodoxy."
"By the way, although the underworld weapon is ready, it should be contaminated with a lot of treachery. Before you have enough means, remember not to use it lightly, otherwise the evil will be deep-rooted and you will regret it!"
"Okay, the time is almost up. I have nothing to explain. Remember to study the false Tao seriously. This is the inheritance of the ancient great road. This will be of great benefit to you."
After saying this, the fake Taoist suddenly collapsed. From the beginning to the end, he did not look back at Wang Zijia. It seems that if there is no fate, there is no need to meet.
The surrounding illusions also collapsed together.
The rune that looked like an entity turned into a large stream of information and poured into Wang Zijia's mind. It is actually a first-grade advanced technique.
Weight: False Dao Talisman
Level: First Grade Advanced
Value: 50
Effect: The Dao Foundation Technique has a foundation-building effect. It can be combined with any talisman to create a false talisman, but the technique itself has no magical power.
Introduction: True and false, true and false, false and true. Boy, do you want to make people out of clay, origami into birds, or splash ink into objects, etc.? Believe me, if you take this path, there will no longer be an absolute boundary between illusion and reality.
In addition to the information about this technique, the information in my mind also contains a very detailed introduction to the book in front of me.
Item: False Way and True Treasures
Belongs to: Inherited Hades
Level: Third-grade spiritual weapon (top grade)
Function 1: Inheritance, including the inheritance of the core Taoism of fake people. Only after summoning new methods with false Taoist talismans can you gradually obtain the relevant inheritance.
Function 2: Seal the talisman space. Spiritual objects can be turned into pages and sealed in books. Volume and quantity limits depend on the user's level of cultivation. The current cultivation level can seal ten pages, and the volume of items on each page cannot exceed ten cubic meters of real volume.
(End of chapter)
