Counting all the days he spent in and outside the restricted area since he came down to the lower realm, it lasted only three or four months, but his whole feeling was completely different from when he lived cautiously in the upper realm.
No matter in terms of cultivation or demeanor, they are completely different.
In addition, he is now eighteen years old, which is when a person is at his most youthful and energetic. His arrogance, the edge of a sword unsheathed, and his sense of dominance can be felt at a glance.
Well, to put it in layman's terms, after being in a group of rookies for a long time, he has a bit of self-aggrandizement.
Fortunately, it's still within the normal range.
Wang Zijia looked at the people below for a moment and said calmly: "Do you all know the cause and harm of today's incident?"
The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the square.
"Dear Immortal Lord, we already understand the pros and cons!"
All the monks replied in unison.
Wang Zijia nodded and said: "In that case, I will stop talking nonsense and hope that each of us will do our best. Otherwise, when this mysterious realm spreads, the Qinglian world will really be in danger of annihilation!"
All the monks were shocked in their hearts, even though they had already received the notice from the Holy Land and knew how powerful it was.
But the same words, spoken from the mouth of the immortal, naturally have different effects.
Some of the monks who had just started drinking wine were even a little panicked.
Just as he said, Wang Zijia did not continue to say more, but turned his hand, a page of the book fell apart, and thousands of pills fell down.
Everyone looked at the pill in front of them and looked puzzled.
"This elixir is specially developed for this treacherous realm. In order to prevent you from being tricked, I unknowingly turned it into a divine sculpture." Wang Zijia said calmly after distributing the elixir.
When the people below heard this, some showed hesitation, some turned over their hands and put it away, and some ate it directly.
Even though his reputation as the World-Transcending Immortal Lord has reached what it is today, there are still many people with different attitudes. This is inevitable in the world of cultivation.
Wang Zijia looked at this scene indifferently, and did not force everyone to eat. He just said calmly: "Whether you want to eat or not is up to you. But when the time comes, don't say that I, the Demon Suppressing Sect, encouraged everyone to come. If you die, I, the Immortal Lord, will not care about your life or death!"
The casual attitude, indifferent tone, and nonchalant look made everyone below pause for a moment.
Most of them chose to take medicine at first, but a small number still wanted to wait. Some were worried, and a few wanted to study what kind of elixir could actually put an end to the curse of God's Forbidden Land.
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Wang Zijia sensed that many demons were completed and was slightly dazed for a moment.
In the chaotic sea of consciousness, densely packed human paper clones were made with blood this month. They began to find their goals and headed to the corresponding sea of consciousness.
Each of these paper figures has a corresponding person in charge, who is responsible for exchanging the other's curse.
Because Wang Zijia did not consume much power and was made with just a little bit of blood, their strength was extremely weak and they could at most beat three or five ordinary people in the outside world.
A monk can kill a group of people in one breath.
But in the sea of chaotic consciousness, they are no less effective than equivalent scales. After all, they are equivalent to the extension of the power of the scales.
Feeling the paper figures taking their places, Wang Zijia couldn't help but smile.
The sacrifice of the third weight and the role of the human skin clone are completely worthy of the torture Wang Zijia suffered before!
With it, Wang Zijia has the capital to form a top force, and even the legendary Heavenly Gods List is probably nothing more than this!
He looked at the fifty or sixty paper figures left in the Chaos Consciousness Sea. Since they were made one-to-one based on the invitation list, Wang Zijia could tell at a glance which ones had not taken medicine.
He ignored these and left the Chaos Consciousness Sea directly.
In the outside world, Wang Zijia was in a daze for a moment, and then said: "In that case, please follow me and go to the forbidden place of God to find out what's going on!"
After saying that, Wang Zijia stepped out from Ling Yanlan's back and walked toward the outskirts of the city.
Mo Yunzi and the third deputy headmaster followed closely behind, and Ling Yanlan also turned into a palm-sized fire sparrow to follow.
Afterwards, thousands of demon-suppressing disciples flew out of the Paper House Palace, all of them were wine-sacrifice disciples, but at least half of them had achieved enlightenment and breakthrough under the tide of spiritual energy a few months ago.
Everyone in the square below also flew up and flew towards the outskirts of the city.
For a time, more than ten thousand escaping lights flew up, like a group of immortals ascending.
After leaving the town and arriving at the suburbs, everyone can see sparse sculptures.
What makes people feel chilling is that most of these sculptures are lifelike and dressed in ordinary clothes. Some businessmen have it, some peasant women have it, obviously they were transformed before.
Among a large group of ordinary sculptures, you can occasionally see a two- to three-meter-tall clay statue standing like the king among sculptures.
Obviously, these are the guys who ran out of the Shengui restricted area.
Compared with the lifelike real sculptures, these sculptures look fake, clay sculptures, but they are inexplicably chilling to the heart.
Wang Zijia was flying in the air, his eyes flashing with a different kind of aura. With the third-grade pupil technique, he saw a different vision.
He saw the sluggish remnant souls in the sculptures that looked like real people, constantly paying homage to the clay sculptures of the divine fetuses.
As he paid homage, wisps of gray air emerged from his head, converging towards the clay sculptures of the divine fetuses.
As the worship continued, the life-like sculptures became more and more like stone statues, but the clay sculptures exuded a strange feeling of enjoyment.
Looking up, at the end of the sky, you can vaguely see countless gray threads, gathering from all sides of the continent, as if being pulled by some strange force, penetrating into the real strange realm ahead.
If you guessed correctly, these threads should be incense beliefs.
As for why he can see it now, it may be due to the third-level pupil technique, the influence of the incomplete imperial talisman, or the accidental trip to the chaotic light sphere space, or a combination of all of the above.
"Smash it!"
Wang Zijia only flew forward a short distance, then stopped and gave instructions.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Demon Suppressing Sect took action in unison, and with flashes of spiritual light, they attacked the various sculptures below.
The big guys from the other sects lag behind for a moment before starting to take action sparsely.
"Boom!"
As the spiritual light fell like rain, more than ten thousand people offered wine, and the suburbs were instantly cleared. After all, the sculptures below were not densely packed, and they were discovered earlier after all.
After the real-life sculpture was scattered, only a pile of loess was left in place.
Several clay sculptures of divine fetuses were hit, but they also did not escape the fate of falling apart.
But in Wang Zijia's eyes, he could clearly see an extremely strange aura rushing out from the broken clay sculpture of the divine fetus, and depending on the degree of attack, it found the people who attacked it.
Wang Zijia also shattered a sculpture, and an aura that was as corrosive as the pollution from evil species, but even weirder, rushed into his body.
In other words, it is simply the pollution of evil species after mutation.
Weight: Divine Contamination
Status: Contaminated
Value: 23
Introduction: A special derivative of the evil realm, which can make people turn into sculptures without knowing it. However, the body will die and it will provide them with incense day and night until all they have is spent.
Wang Zijia looked at the weight and it was exchanged by the paper man in the chaotic sea of consciousness. When he sensed that the weights of the other disciples were also exchanged, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Many disciples around him also found that after smashing the sculpture, their cultivation level could be slightly improved, and they were all surprised.
Some didn't know why, and they made some confused comments.
"The pills I developed are not just for preventing people from getting tricked!"
Wang Zijia said something like this, which made many people stunned. Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the monks from various sects who were just like grinders burst out with intense light.
Without Wang Zijia's orders, they scattered one by one. While following Wang Zijia, they looked for clay sculptures to smash.
In this way, more than ten thousand sacrificial wines were smashed from the edge of the city all the way to the entrance of the Shengui Restricted Area, just like locusts crossing the border.
A wall blocked everyone's way.
The wall is more than ten meters high, with a green tile-like structure on the top that looks like a Taoist temple wall in the Jiangnan water country.
It would be better if it wasn't more than ten meters high and seemed to have no end in sight.
A huge dilapidated courtyard gate appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The door has disappeared to no one knows where, leaving only the dilapidated door frame. Through the door, you can see a huge Taoist temple inside.
As we got closer to the courtyard wall, flying became more difficult, and people fell to the ground from time to time.
Wang Zijia floated to the door and had to fall down.
It is completely impossible to fly in the divine and mysterious restricted area, which is the fundamental law of this mysterious area!
The three deputy heads, Mo Yunzi, and Ling Yanlan, who were wrapped up by Wang Zijia, all followed them to the entrance of the courtyard.
Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at the courtyard door, then stepped in.
Seeing this, everyone behind him followed suit and filed in.
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When Wang Zijia passed through the gate, he felt a not too strong spatial fluctuation. When he came to his senses, the world had changed.
This is a huge Taoist temple, covering a huge area. It should be an integral part of the Qinglian Sword Sect, such as a temple in the Shinto system.
This is a huge sect area, not in the traditional sense of the previous life. It covers an area that is less than half the top of a mountain.
Its area is roughly estimated to be at least twice the size of the current Demon Suppression Sect.
There are hundreds of large and small peaks, and various Taoist temples can be vaguely seen on them. It is not clear whether there are statues of gods standing in the temples.
In addition to the temple, there are various statues standing on hundreds of peaks.
Similar to the suburbs of the city, it is divided into lifelike real-life sculptures and clay statues with strange paintings. Many of the gray-white sculptures that look like real people are already cracked.
In Wang Zijia's Dharma eyes, he could see countless incense threads gathered from the mainland in the sky, turned into more than sixty strands here, and penetrated into some Taoist temples in some mountain peaks.
When there are wisps of smoke, it is like mist coming out of the Taoist temple, and it has changed from incense to a strange atmosphere.
(End of chapter)
