What was painted on Fu Zhao was a dark underground room, with a blood-red array and a white bone altar standing tall. Five ghost babies were crawling on the bone altar with their hands on the ground in a demonic posture, staring out of the painting with their mouths open.
At this time, a sinister wind began to rise in the basement, blood surged, and a thick ominous atmosphere filled the air, as if something terrifying was about to be born.
"Crack!"
The bone altar in front of him slowly began to tremble, and then.
"bump!"
The entire altar suddenly exploded into bone powder, which was swept by the sinister wind and enveloped the entire basement.
In the blink of an eye, the already dark and eerie basement became turbid.
After a long time, when the movement subsided, Wang Zijia was surrounded by ashes. Fortunately, his robe had the effect of keeping away dust, so he was not drowned.
At this moment, the five ghost baby talismans beside him have reappeared, and the talismans have also turned into five cute Fuwa, with weak pressure coming from them.
Name: Dawa (ghost baby)
Cultivation: [Fake Sacrifice Wine]
Source of evil: inferior quality (0/30000)
Daoxing: One hundred years (50000/50000)
Belongs to: Evil Summoned Creature
Talent: Ghost Infant Enchantment (pseudo second grade)
Note: The pseudo-sacrifice wine demon ghost that uses special methods to complete its qualitative transformation in advance through sacrifice and refining needs to replenish a certain source of evil to complete its quantitative transformation process and make up for the foundation.
Looking at the information from the five ghosts, Wang Zijia's face was full of surprises. This was equivalent to the fact that he only needed to replenish 30,000 value points to promote the five ghosts to the wine-sacrifice realm, just like he needed to replenish extraordinary characteristics to condense the Taoist base. .
But looking at the value, Wang Zijia felt dizzy again.
One is 30,000, and five is worth 150,000. When converted into the magic money required to buy the explosive pill, it is more than 50,000 magic money.
"Oh my god...how much money is this?"
"Why are you getting poorer and poorer! Kill me!"
While feeling pain in my heart, I am also painful and happy at the same time.
After all, the five-ghost magic method is generally a top-grade method that can only be possessed by the peak sacrifice wine. Even if it is incomplete, it has been repaired more than half and combined with the powerful talisman smelted by Dao fruit. At this moment, Wang Zijia already has enough combat power. .
Even if the other Daoji is still condensing, he still has the strength of an old-style wine sacrificer.
But facing those people in the secret hall, it’s not enough, it’s a bit unsafe, so be more careful!
In the midst of his thoughts, the talisman collapsed and turned into five Fuwa dolls.
After the five babies appeared, they kept twisting their bodies, a little uncomfortable with their new bodies.
Wang Zijia observed them for a moment, then turned over his hands and took out the forty bottles of explosive elixirs he had prepared. One ghost lost eight bottles.
"Try it and see what happens."
Da Wa took the lead in picking up a bottle, sniffed it carefully, and frowned subconsciously when she smelled the medicine. Then, under Wang Zijia's gaze, she poured out a pill and swallowed it.
After taking the elixir, the baby's breath was slightly turbulent, but it was completely incomparable to the surge of breath that Wang Zijia had when he was a child.
Wang Zijia frowned, and with a thought in his mind, the weight on the cover of the jade album flickered, bringing Wang Zijia to his blood-red sea of chaotic consciousness.
"Value +18!"
Looking at the value of eighteen points, Wang Zijia frowned. The effect was worse than his own. It seemed that the Explosive Spiritual Pill was not the most suitable elixir for the five ghosts to improve their cultivation.
"But let's make do with it for now, I don't have any money now anyway!" Wang Zijia said speechlessly.
Then let the five ghosts start to swallow the elixir.
One advantage of being compared to Wang Zijia is that the Five Ghosts have a special physique and can swallow bottles without any problem, so they transform very quickly.
If Wang Zijia dared to do this, he would definitely explode in minutes.
After a long time, I finished processing forty bottles of explosive elixirs, and there was not much magic money left in my pocket. I couldn't continue to train the five ghosts, so I simply put them away and left the somewhat evil basement.
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Time flies and it’s half a month again.
After half a month of practice and familiarity, Wang Zijia had prepared all the means.
Some Wang Zijia was so poor that he didn't want to procrastinate any longer. He could at least test the waters with some shrimp soldiers and crab generals first and make some extra money. If he continued to be so poor, he would be driven crazy.
Late that night, Wang Zijia transformed into a rickety old Taoist, quietly left the Biyi Courtyard, and left the Qifu Pulse.
Essence blood, XC area.
There are large areas of various buildings here, and countless low-level disciples live there. It is the area with the strongest atmosphere of life in the vein.
Streets and alleys are lined with various courtyards, inhabited by disciples from all over the Wanyu Sect.
If it weren't for the flashes of various auras, it would be just like an ordinary ancient city.
Wang Zijia drove the kite and landed quietly in a courtyard in a pretty good courtyard area.
"I've met senior!"
In the courtyard, there was a young man who had been waiting for a long time. The moment he saw Wang Zijia, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and he gave a half-kneeling salute without hesitation.
Wang Zijia glanced at the other party indifferently, looked up and down for a moment, and then said: "It seems that he has cultivated well in the past few months."
This person was none other than Liu Chengyu, the secret spy No. 2 in the Demonic Realm. He was sent into a coffin at the Devil's Banquet. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to survive until the end.
As for No. 13 in Tianxiang Tower, Wang Zijia was planning to rescue him before, but unfortunately things took a turn for the worse and he was completely gone.
"Thanks to the senior, the junior has been cultivating in the Alchemy Academy for more than a month and is almost fully recovered." Liu Chengyu replied respectfully, half-kneeling.
"In the past few months, have you ever seen the deputy leader Gou Hongyuan? Or was there any abnormality discovered by other senior leaders of the dark hall?" Wang Zijia looked at the other party and asked.
Liu Chengyu's heart tightened and he said hurriedly: "Senior Mingjian, this junior really has no second thoughts now!"
Wang Zijia frowned and said, "The old Taoist is asking you if they have found anything wrong with you."
Liu Chengyu, who wanted to show his loyalty, was stunned for a moment before he reacted and immediately said: "No, not at all. This junior has met with the deputy pulse master twice, and the pulse master did not notice that the oath on this junior's body has been pulled out by the senior."
Wang Zijia nodded. From this point of view, although the Demonic Oath was secretive and treacherous, it was also too secretive and was only passively triggered.
While Wang Zijia was thinking, he walked around the yard twice, looking around, and said, "Then are you ready with the relevant information for your men?"
Upon seeing this, Liu Chengyu immediately stood up, followed behind, and replied carefully: "Get ready, this junior is in charge of a squadron, with a total of ten secret hall disciples."
As he spoke, he carefully handed over some information and said: "These people are the disciples of the Xueyin group that this disciple has been responsible for these years."
Wang Zijia stopped, took the information from the other party's hand, and slowly started to read through it.
(End of chapter)
