Winning the bet?
Is it the top second-generation circle from the outside?
Although Wang Zijia didn't know what Xiu Erdai's circle was like, he had heard a lot about it in his previous life, and he could probably guess what the other party said with just a few words.
So he immediately said in surprise: "Senior Brother Gu, you have helped me a lot! I knew that for anything, we still have to rely on our own senior brothers, who are reliable!"
It was obviously a simple compliment, but Gu Xuefeng was very impressed by it, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It was obvious that he liked this very much, and of course he was also very popular.
While speaking, Wang Zijia thought of something and suddenly said: "How much is it?"
"Twenty thousand!" Gu Xuefeng said not caring much about this: "Because I personally found my cousin, so I just want to say something."
Twenty thousand?
What do you mean?
It sounds like the price of cabbage!
This is already a level that even the best magical weapons among second-grade items are difficult to achieve. It is also at a relatively high level among disposable death-replacing props, right?
Although it is indeed a discount compared to where it came from, it is not as cheap as you said.
Boy, your friendship with your cousin may not be as beautiful as you think!
Thoughts were racing in Wang Zijia's mind. Although she was in great pain, she didn't show it at all on her face. She nodded immediately and said, "Okay, when will the delivery be delivered?"
"I'll just send someone to take it to you later." Gu Xuefeng replied calmly.
Wang Zijia nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your good news!"
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It was night, in the sacrifice laboratory in the underground base of Bai Taofeng that had not yet been completely completed.
Wang Zijia held a blood-colored talisman and examined it carefully.
On the traditional yellow paper talisman, the blood-red lines outline a scrawled portrait of a doll, and the dense blood-red runes around it also look very random.
It can be seen from the various traces of the talisman that the person who refined it was very casual at the time. However, the quality of the talismans produced is not low.
After studying for a moment, Wang Zijia's mind moved. A blood-red book appeared in his hand, and the yellow paper talisman in his hand was included in the book.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed and he came to the sea of chaotic consciousness.
That's right, he is going to try to curse Yue Evergreen!
Out of caution, he planned to cast a spell in the sea of chaotic consciousness, and cast a spell in Min Xin's sea of chaotic consciousness!
Why not in your own sea of chaotic consciousness?
Because he is afraid!
Although he is very confident, in the sea of chaotic consciousness and shrouded by the power of Tao and Fruit, not to mention the Infant God, even the true immortals may not be able to do anything to him.
But it’s just speculation after all, and without practical experience, it’s better to find someone to take the blame!
As for why it is Minxin?
Who told him to be a shadow? If he was given a chance to survive, he was just here to do the dirty work, including taking the blame!
He should feel honored. After all, among the many secret agents he has recruited, Wang Zijia is the only one who favors him now!
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As Wang Zijia's mind changed, a blood-red book appeared with Wang Zijia in Min Xin's sea of consciousness.
The book was gently opened, and an altar painting collapsed. A blood-red basement appeared around it, with bright red runes densely covered in it, and an illusory layout of a bone altar standing tall.
Immediately afterwards, the essence and blood replacement death talisman and a wisp of Wang Zijia's own essence and blood appeared in front of Wang Zijia.
It’s your first time trying it, so don’t plan to spend a lot of money, just give it a try!
Wang Zijia took a deep breath and looked at the illusory altar in front of him. Although he felt that there was no bonus, Wang Zijia still followed the process.
Open the altar, cast spells, and curse in one go.
A set of smooth and flowing movements, without any awkwardness at all. It looked like he had done this kind of thing countless times.
"The way of heaven is completed, thirty to five percent, the sun and the moon are together.
All evil spirits, evil spirits, and thieves obey my orders.
I speak deaf;
I am blind to those who see;
I curse people with bad luck;
Anyone who dares to plot against me will suffer disaster!
The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law! "
"rise!"
In the sea of chaotic consciousness, in the fantasy blood formation, under the cold light of the blood jade book, a large amount of mana and a trace of blood essence were thrown into the altar, turning into a group of strange aura, using the yellow paper death talisman as the medium to draw it, and disappeared without a trace. trace.
Somehow, Wang Zijia sensed a target.
It was completely different from the previous curses. He vaguely saw the giant shrouded in halo. The giants were connected to the sky and were extremely tall. He was like an ant at the giant's feet.
The moment he looked at the giant, he seemed to see through the giant a strange world like a crystal ball in the endless gray fog.
Before he could take a closer look, an almost imperceptible aura he brought wrapped around the giant.
Wang Zijia felt as if a sonic explosion had hit his brain. His mind was confused and he fell into a trance.
A few breaths later, when Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he was still in the sea of Minxin consciousness.
Except for the yellow paper death talisman in front of him that looked a little dated, the rest of the things remained the same, and I didn't feel any tracking or counterattack power. If the impact just now doesn’t count!
"It can be done!"
Wang Zijia's eyes lit up and he said with surprise on his face.
One of the biggest features of the bad luck curse is that as long as the curse is successful, the curse can be superimposed.
Its concealment effect determines its operation.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work once. The worst thing is to take your time and wait for the day when bad luck comes to you...
"Haha, you're going overboard, right? I'm really going to get into trouble with you!"
Under the bloody light, Wang Zijia showed a faint smile. The blood-red light shone all over his face, making his smile look evil and weird.
Instead of leaving the Chaos Consciousness Sea immediately, Wang Zijia waited for half an hour, and after confirming that there was no problem, quietly left Min Xin's Chaos Consciousness Sea.
After leaving the underground base, we returned to the small courtyard at the top of the mountain.
Now that the small courtyard has been basically completed, Wang Zijia named it Baitao Courtyard, and the Star-Zhaing Building in front was also named Baitao Star-Zhaing Tower.
This should be his base camp for a long time to come.
Because Xiang Feifei is still working at Qifu Building, she doesn't come back every day during this period, mainly because it's too far away, and it takes three hours to commute back and forth!
She spent most of her time in Biyiyuan, so it seemed a bit lonely here.
The night is like water and the moonlight is cold. Wang Zijia walks in the Taoyuan, full of fairyland.
When spring comes next year and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the scenery will be even more beautiful, and it will look a bit like a dojo.
After walking around the Taoyuan for a while, Wang Zijia returned to the yard and started boxing every day.
From today on, in addition to boxing practice, there should be one more activity in his morning and evening homework: daily curses will last forever!
Of course, it's not like spending a lot of money. Using a ray of essence and blood as a guide, consuming all the mana, just like asking for it every day, greeting it in the morning and dusk!
He has never cared so much about his parents, and he is quite honored!
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The next day, An Xingsheng brought a teenage soul boy to Wang Zijia's office in Baitaoyuan early in the morning.
Now An Xingsheng also lives on Baitao Peak, so of course he cannot be in Baitao Courtyard. Instead, a reception desk was specially built outside Taoyuan to accommodate the disciples who served Bai Taoyuan.
It also means doorman.
"Uncle Master, the soul boy you want." An Xingsheng pushed the boy behind him to the front and said:
"This is one of the babies we brought back this time. According to your request, Uncle Master, he only has low-grade spiritual roots, average talent, average understanding, and some martial arts skills."
Wang Zijia nodded, looked at the boy and said, "What's your name?"
"Replying to the ancestor, my disciple's name is Deng Xingyan!" The soul boy Deng Xingyan immediately replied respectfully, with a slight tremor in his voice. I don't know if he was excited or afraid.
"Master Patriarch? Have you ever stayed in the Jingchanshan Demon Sect?" Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, stood up and came to Deng Xingyan, looking at him and asking.
"Returning to the ancestor, yes. The disciple is from Linhong County and is familiar with the surrounding area. Therefore, during the half month before the establishment of the Demon Suppression Sect, he did not stay in the Immortal Pavilion, but helped to build the sect." Deng Xingyan was careful. replied.
"Yes!" Wang Zijia nodded and asked, "Martial arts are also learned in the sect?"
"Originally, I was taught some fake moves at home, and then I learned a top-notch innate Kung Fu method in the sect. However, I only practiced it for more than a month. I entered the Soul Child Academy to complete the initial Soul Child education and stopped practicing martial arts." Deng Xingyan replied carefully. .
"Have you mastered the basic exercises given by Lingtong Academy?"
"Enlightened!"
"Feeling angry?"
When Deng Xingyan heard this, he shook his head nervously and uneasily and said, "Not yet!"
Wang Zijia stopped asking and looked at him for a moment, then turned back to An Xingsheng and said, "Okay, you can go down!"
"Yes!" An Xingsheng saluted, without any intention of asking what Wang Zijia wanted to do, and turned around and left the yard.
Wang Zijia also turned around and went out. Deng Xingyan was quite smart and followed him immediately without asking Wang Zijia to tell him.
The two came to the yard outside the room.
"Practice your martial arts practice again," Wang Zijia said casually.
"Is it the innate martial arts of the Demon Suppressing Sect?" Deng Xingyan carefully confirmed.
"Well, let's practice!" Wang Zijia nodded calmly.
Seeing this, Deng Xingyan stopped talking and started practicing directly.
Martial arts and Taoism are different. There is no distinction between martial arts and martial arts. It is not accurate to say that there should be martial arts in the martial arts.
Each complete innate secret book contains a complete set of early martial arts moves, as well as the corresponding exercises after you develop your inner strength, including innate exercise diagrams.
Deng Xingyan has indeed only been refining it for more than a month. Even though he has the qualifications of a low-grade spiritual root, he has not achieved much exaggerated results. He has not even cultivated the inner Qi of the Houtian realm, and is still in the stage of physical training and strength training.
In addition, I only practiced for a little over a month before, and now I have been practicing for about a month, so I am obviously very rusty.
But don't worry, it's enough for Wang Zijia's experiment.
"That's it!" Wang Zijia said.
Deng Xingyan stopped anxiously. He knew his own abilities best. He thought that he had dissatisfied the Patriarch, so he lowered his head and said nothing.
However, Wang Zijia ignored the other party, took out a disguised Pei Yuan Dan, and said, "Eat it and start trying your luck!"
Deng Xingyan was stunned for a moment and said cautiously: "This disciple has not developed his internal energy, so he cannot use his energy or energy!"
"Just eat it and do as you're told!" Wang Zijia said calmly.
(End of chapter)
