Seeing Liang Cheng's message, Wang Zijia showed a satisfied smile. Just as Nong Yufei said, with this baby, their trip was not in vain, and they were sure to make a profit!
When he looked at the specific weight information of the spiritual root, Wang Zijia's face froze and his eyes were a little straight.
Spiritual Root: The best thunder spirit root (30 million/50 million)
The value of 30 million made Wang Zijia's eyes dull and his heart beat faster. The huge temptation gave him the urge to use the baby as a material to try the pollution method and use the five ghosts to seize the spirit to extract its spiritual roots.
"Huh... Breathe... Calm down, you are already a person with a golden finger. The most basic bottom line must not be lost, otherwise you cannot be considered a person!"
"Besides, after a top-grade spiritual root undergoes a precipitation, it may not be able to maintain the top grade, and it may be a mid-grade. If you are not careful, it is only worth tens of thousands, and there is not much temptation to pay for eight thousand dharma money. Human.”
After a moment of mental construction, Wang Zijia took a deep breath, calmed down his turbulent emotions, and returned to a normal state of mind.
Decisively no longer pay attention to this extremely tempting thing, and withdraw from its chaotic sea of consciousness.
"Chief Immortal, how are you?" Liang Jun asked nervously when Wang Zijia stopped to check.
"Not bad. Are you, father and son, willing to return to the sect to practice with me?" Wang Zijia smiled and asked warmly.
"······"
After settling Liang Jun, Wang Zijia came to the warehouse again. At this moment, there were hundreds of low-level demon corpses in the warehouse.
Wang Zijia didn't mind it either, and started to draw out one by one.
These were because they were in a hurry and did not have time to deal with the purification. Wang Zijia did not need to pay anything. After all, if Wang Zijia did not deal with it, he would have to set up a special formation to deal with it when he arrived in the capital.
"Value +2654!"
Daoxing: Hundred Years (256698/500,000)
After a moment, Wang Zijia extracted all the evil seed contamination, turned over his hands and put the body into the book, then stood up and left the warehouse.
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The Tianhong Dynasty was not small, at least the size of a dozen provincial capitals in the previous life.
However, with Fa Jia driving at full speed, even if he stopped and went to provide disaster relief several times along the way, it only took more than half an hour to reach the destination.
The capital of the Tianhong Dynasty, Tianhong City.
Different from the border cities, Tianhong is extremely prosperous, still like the prosperous times thirty years ago, without any signs of decline, and even seems to be more prosperous.
There are many high-rise buildings here and the streets are busy with traffic. People come and go in a constant flow.
At night, the lights of thousands of houses shine, as if the city has been decorated with a layer of jewel-like costumes, as bright as the stars.
Starving people are everywhere on the border, and the capital city is screaming all night long. The injustice in the world has been put to an end!
Today's Tianhong is even more lively.
The streets were deserted, and countless people were squeezing toward Shengxian Square at the foot of Tianhong Mountain on the eastern outskirts of Tianhong City.
As for the reason... the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, which had not been held for thirty years, was actually held again today. And the official posted a notice acknowledging that the immortals were coming.
As such news was posted, the entire huge Shengxian Square was overcrowded early in the morning. It was so crowded that even a large area around it was blocked with water.
As time goes by, the situation becomes more and more exaggerated.
It was not until Qintianjian began to preside over the ceremony of worshiping heaven, and the old emperor also appeared and personally participated in the ceremony, that the atmosphere reached its peak.
"Look, what is that!"
With an exclamation, countless people watching the ceremony raised their heads and looked up at the sky.
It was almost noon now, the sky was just right and the sun was shining brightly.
A colorful magical rainbow light comes from the horizon, with white clouds as the base, the Immortal Palace hidden in it, and the colorful glow as the tail. The clear sky of Rainbow City was cut through by the tail of this spiritual light flame, pulling out the old gorgeous flame.
As if a fairy came from the west, the colorful spiritual light particles in the flame tail scattered down, like thousands of divine lights, shining on the earth, and a dreamy light rain fell like an auspicious sky, making the mortals below fascinated.
When Fa Jia arrived at the sky above Tianhong City, his speed suddenly stopped.
"Yunzhongxian Pavilion! It's the legendary Yunzhongxian Pavilion!"
"The legend of an immortal coming from the west, arriving in the form of a rainbow, and riding in the Cloud Teng Pavilion is actually true!"
"The legends from our ancestors are actually true, there really are immortals in this world!"
"Someone is coming down, so young!"
"Is this a little fairy? He's too handsome. He doesn't look like a human being at first glance!"
"Qin Tianjian can actually cast spells? Is he also an immortal?"
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Under the gaze of countless people, amid noisy discussions.
The Immortal Dharma Driver was floating in the sky above Tianhong City, and three brothers, Wang Zijia, and several disciples floated down.
The Qintian Supervisor Zhengma Haoran who presided over the ceremony below was an old Taoist with white beard and hair, wrinkles on his face, and some fairy spirit. His cultivation level is not low, and he is in the late stage of the wine ceremony. Judging from his appearance, his lifespan may be short.
Ma Haoran is also a disciple of the sect, but he is a wine-sacrifice monk who was released seventy years ago. During the evacuation thirty years ago, he was left behind. After all, Tianhong is not a dynasty under Wanyu. No matter how hard it is to hide in the snow, there must be a decent person stationed there.
It can also be seen from this that this senior brother Ma Haoran is obviously a person with no skills, no background, and no talent in the sect.
He looked at Wang Zijia and the others who were floating down. As he waved his hands, spiritual light surged, bursts of rays of light, and fairy sounds curled up, making the entire Temple of Heaven seem to be different from the human world.
"Ma Haoran, stationed at Tianhong, has met Wang Daozi and respectfully welcomes Wang Daozi's arrival."
As Ma Haoran greeted him, the old emperor beside him also said: "Welcome Wang Daozi!"
"Welcome Wang Daozi!"
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The surrounding officials also followed suit, and finally the whole square was filled with great momentum and a spectacular scene.
Amid the respectful greetings of everyone and surrounded by the glow, Wang Zijia floated down on the altar of heaven as if a true immortal had descended. He smiled at the old man with white beard and hair and said: "Brother Ma, you are really too polite. , such a formation will make junior brother timid!"
"It should, it should. When I first suddenly received the message from the sect, I thought the sect sent it wrong! I didn't expect that it was Wang Daozi who came. It really made Tianhong Pengpi shine!" Ma Haoran smiled with a smile on his face. road.
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While the two were chatting, the old emperor stood quietly beside him. Wang Zijia did not act arrogantly and was very polite to the old emperor.
The emperors of the mortal dynasties under the Wanyu Sect cannot practice cultivation, and the stationed disciples cannot try to establish a family or control the dynasty under them.
If you want to have both secular population power and spiritual power, you can only establish a sect or build a family and other related models, but you cannot build a dynastic family. This is the most advantageous model that Wanyuzong has explored over countless years.
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(End of chapter)
