Wang Zijia started to pull out the pollution, and waited until he took back all the mana threads that absorbed the pollution. After getting the promise, the five ghosts could no longer hold back and pounced directly.
When Wang Zijia saw this, he simply gave it all to them without dividing it up among the air-devouring toads.
In just a moment, Wang Zijia hunted not many demons and ghosts, but they were all devoured by five ghosts, leaving no bones left.
Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, and the flesh and blood on his body squirmed, and several more human paper figures emerged.
Immediately, the bloody book took the five ghosts and the paper man and escaped into the strange realm, asking them to start hunting the monsters.
After doing all this, Wang Zijia got up and left the underground base and returned to the bedroom.
Get into the bed that has been waiting for him for a long time and start a new fierce battle.
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The next day, Wang Zijia got up as usual, finished boxing with the girls, and then went out to work.
Xiang Feifei began to take over some matters at the foot of the mountain, and Bai Qian also began to take charge of some matters concerning the alchemy disciples.
During this period, as Wang Zijia's reputation spread, the Jade Talisman lineage gradually gained popularity, and many wine-sacrifice monks began to come, instead of just a bunch of boys hanging around.
Many large and small families come to Yufu Mai to open shops, and Yufu Commercial Street has already taken on some appearance, like a new lineage.
The small families who had followed him the previous morning had all changed drastically.
In particular, the Xiang family, the Zhang family, the Lin family, the An family, etc., have suddenly become the figures that all the wine-sacrifice monks must fawn over, from the lowest level of the wine-sacrifice family.
Of course, these families have no foundation at all, and all their prosperity is supported by Wang Zijia. Therefore, everyone is more concerned about Wang Zijia's maintenance and the management of the Yufu vein than he, the pulse leader.
Coupled with various reasons such as the support of the sect, it is not an exaggeration to describe the current Jade Talismans as flourishing and getting better every day.
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"Good morning, uncle!"
"Good morning, Lord Pulse!"
"Good morning, Brother Sixteen!"
An Xingsheng was still waiting for Wang Zijia early in the morning. Now he had two followers, and they were led well by his words and deeds.
Wang Zijia waved his hand slightly, signaling Xu Xian and Xiang Yu to go about their business.
Then he habitually took the information from An Xingsheng. In addition to daily work documents, there were also several books on general knowledge and biographies.
Today is "The Nine Ancestors of the Demon Sect" and "The Demon God's Immortal Registration"...
In recent days, Wang Zijia has been studying the knowledge related to the three major demon sects.
The main reason is that he has had little contact with orthodox demonic cultivation since he entered the sect. He needs to supplement the relevant knowledge just in case.
Wang Zijia took the things, entered the room, sat at the desk, and said while looking at the various information in the pulse:
"How is the construction of the fourth-grade preaching platform on the star-catching platform above?"
"The construction has been basically completed." An Xingsheng held a record book and replied respectfully:
"But because Uncle Master, you built the main building of Fu Tower in Meili on the top of the mountain, and the other modules were built at the bottom of the mountain, it is not a traditional model."
"Additional planning and debugging are required, so the brothers from the array courtyard and the inner gate mission building are working on the sub-buildings at the foot of the mountain these days. It is estimated that it will take more than half a month to complete."
Wang Zijia nodded and said: "Then if you have time, go to Qi Yuan, Fu Yuan, or even through the channels of the Taoist lineage, and do some publicity. I will officially start classes in twenty to one month."
"Got it!" An Xingsheng replied immediately.
Real-life preaching and teaching may not be popular in the inner sect, but it is still very rare in the outer sect. It will be of great benefit to the development of his jade talisman vein.
"How is the situation at the outer gate recently?" Wang Zijia changed the subject.
"Many large and small families have begun to send more disciples to the battlefield. Nowadays, peripheral tasks related to the mission hall battlefield have become scarce."
An Xingsheng opened the record book in his hand and began to talk about some details.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly. Judging from the news from Immortal Fantasy Land, it seems that the battlefield situation will further expand?
What does the sect’s senior leadership mean?
If the fight continues like this, it will not be far from the end of the top bosses and grassroots disciples, and the whole clan will be wiped out!
But is this necessary?
It is very common for two countries to go to war, but most of them involve fighting once, arguing, and then fighting again.
It shouldn't be easy to strike a red eye, or even use top-level nuclear weapons, and destroy both the enemy and the enemy.
Or is there some huge interest involved that I don’t know about?
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While his thoughts were flickering, Wang Zijia felt heavy while listening to An Xingsheng's various reports.
After a long time, An Xingsheng reported that he had completed his departure.
After Wang Zijia finished handling his daily affairs, he first took out the information An Xingsheng received today and read it.
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The first thing I read was "The Nine Ancestors of the Demon Sect", which is a basic encyclopedia of the Demon Sect bosses.
It tells the basic information of the three major magic sects and some of the top bosses.
Among them, there are dozens of people at the peak of Yuan Shen, and nine people in total who have transcended tribulation and above.
There are two from the Blood God Cult (Blood Demon Cult), four from the Hehuan Demon Sect, and three from the Bone Soul Cult.
The most legendary among them are one from the Blood God Cult and one from the Bone Soul Cult. Wang Zijia focused on this legendary giant from the Bone Soul Cult.
Qi Chounu, the Supreme Elder of Bone Soul Temple, has a life that is comparable to a legend.
Born into an ordinary family of cultivators, he was an illegitimate son and was bullied all his life. His mother was even humiliated to death by his brother in front of him when he was eight years old.
A deep evil seed was planted in his young mind, laying the foundation for future heinous crimes.
At the age of ten, he unexpectedly encountered the tainted inheritance from the disciples after the collapse of the Blood Demon Sect, which started his practice and also started his legendary life;
At the age of eighteen, by stirring up demonic disasters, quietly sacrificing the entire family branch, and condensing a second-level Taoist base, he became the mysterious big devil that everyone talked about;
At the age of twenty-nine, he humiliated his sister-in-law, killed his brother, and bit his father, using the same method as his mother's death, and bloodbathed the entire clan. He was able to condense the blood elixir and become a true demon;
At the age of one hundred and thirty-one, he betrayed and joined another demonic sect, bloodbathed the original sect, and the baby was born;
At the age of two hundred and ninety, he once again stabbed the demon sect in the back and joined the demon sect, gathering the blood and bone demon souls of the sect and condensing the soul;
Five hundred and sixty-nine years old, he stained evil with blood, turned tens of millions of areas into a demonic realm, watched hundreds of millions of people live and die, and used the withered bones and innocent souls as fuel to break into the tribulation. Eventually he became a giant of magic.
It is said that when he was 2,000 years old, he tried to survive the tribulation and become an immortal, and then gradually began to retire into seclusion, with few traces left.
Throughout his life, he had to bear countless blood debts and countless sins. The entire road was almost paved with bones.
"Good guy, this guy is much more generous than the Burning Legion, and even the players of the Fourth Natural Disaster!"
Wang Zijia flipped through the detailed biography in "The Book of Immortals" in his hand, and felt the strong smell of blood coming from the words in the book.
Like a veteran cadre, after reading the information for a while in the morning, he began to take out the materials and make today's jade talisman share.
But just after processing the space spiritual materials, and before Wang Zijia could finish making the jade talisman, his expression changed slightly, and his mind suddenly moved, and he came to a chaotic sea of consciousness.
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Tianhong Empire, Suppressing Demon Sect, and Jingchan Mountain.
After a year of development, the intimidation of one hundred thousand innate warriors in the ordinary world is not much weaker than that of one hundred thousand monks.
Today, the Demon Suppressing Sect has become a well-deserved overlord.
But today, a strange scene happened on the bustling Jingchan Mountain.
I saw two monks wearing blood-colored robes covered with various black skulls, guided by a strange blood-colored compass, strolling from the foot of Jingchan Mountain to the top of the mountain.
Among the two, one was over 1.9 meters tall, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole.
The other one is only 1.6 meters tall at most, but nearly one meter wide, and its horizontal development is extremely exaggerated.
One is tall, the other is short, one is fat and the other is thin, but they are exceptionally harmonious. He was just a little tired and looked like he had been traveling for a long time.
The two of them seemed to be strolling, but their speed was not slow, and their bare feet were walking in the air a few inches above the ground. They were actually two real people.
At this level of cultivation, he looks a little tired from traveling for a long time. It is conceivable that the two of them traveled through an unknown amount of territory.
As the two of them walked forward, the crowd around them seemed to be unable to see the two of them and were completely unaware of them.
Wherever the two of them passed, a faint black mist filled the air, and the busy people stopped like machines, falling into a strange silence.
The two of them first stopped for a moment at the foot of the mountain, on the edge of the mortal city, in the battlefield ruins of the crater caused by the battle between Wang Zijia and the painted-skin fox demon. Then, guided by the bloody compass, they went up the mountain and stopped at a huge statue of a god. forward.
The sculpture is more than ten meters high. It is handsome and handsome, with the air of a fairy. At first glance, it is not a mortal.
This is Wang Zijia's statue sculpture. After the initial test, he did not take it back after the incense could not be transferred across borders. He just left it here and saved as much as he could.
"Here?" The short, fat man looked up at the statue and asked doubtfully.
The tall and thin man looked at the bloody compass in front of him and confirmed: "It should be right, it's right here."
"Damn it, sneaking through countless checkpoints, avoiding countless inspections, traveling through half of the universe, and only to find a sculpture like this?" the short, fat man said a little irritably.
"Perhaps we are unlucky. The other brothers are in the right direction." The tall and thin man replied speechlessly.
"Which god in Wanyu is this statue? Why does the blood compass point to it?" The short, fat man looked at the sculpture and frowned.
"I don't know. Put it away first and ask someone in charge to find out. But the blood compass is not guiding the statue, but this place." The tall and thin man looked around the square with a frown and said.
Hearing this, the short and fat man turned around in his pocket, took out something like a cloth bag, and covered his head with the statue.
Unexpectedly, the statue of the god suddenly came to life. He opened the cloth bag with one hand and mechanically stepped towards the two of them, as if he was going to crush the two ants to death.
"Hey, is it a puppet?" the short, fat man said softly.
"No, this is a special magic weapon? At this level, with such a strong spirituality, a ghost weapon?" As the thin man spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a strong spiritual light rushed out, and made a strong collision with the huge sole of the foot.
There was obviously a huge difference in body size, but the skinny man did not move at all, while the statue of a statue of more than ten meters high took a few steps back and trampled on many buildings.
Many of the people around him were stunned because of the black mist that spread out, and many of them were trampled to pieces.
"What kind of evildoer dares to run wild in the Demon Suppression Sect!"
At this time, in the core hall not far from the peak, someone finally noticed the unusual movement at the mountain gate.
Xiang Ji, Liang Cheng, and Feng Haonan rushed out with several childhood monks.
"Hey! There are two more talented immortal seedlings!"
As the short and fat man spoke, before they could do anything, they were shocked to find that they all lost control of their bodies.
They stood like wooden stakes. A short and fat man came to Liang Cheng, who was only eight years old but almost as tall as him. He looked at the two of them with bright eyes, mainly looking at Liang Cheng.
"It's a fairy seedling with the best spiritual roots. You're so lucky!"
I don't know what I was thinking of, but as I spoke, I subconsciously stuck out my blood-red tongue and licked my lips.
"Haha, you are indeed very lucky. At least the trip is not in vain and you can earn back a lot of travel expenses." The tall and thin man looked at Liang Cheng and smiled happily.
"Who are you? Do you know that the Demon-Suppressing Sect is a sect affiliated with Wanyu, and it is not a place where people can run wild?" Xiang Ji's face changed slightly and he scolded sternly.
"Ha, you still want to bring up Wanyuzong to scare us? Not to mention that you are in such a shabby place, so what if the Lord God comes in person?" As the short and fat man spoke, he wanted to reach out and grab Liang Cheng.
But before he could catch Liang Cheng, the tall and skinny man suddenly pulled him and quickly took a few steps back.
"Oh, really? I would like to see what you two can do!"
Liang Cheng, who was under their control, fainted suddenly, and then his body began to swell. In the blink of an eye, a man who looked exactly like the statue before appeared.
"Incarnation Technique?"
"It doesn't look like it. Instead, it looks like a spirit coming from a fugue and possessing you?"
The two of them looked at Wang Zijia who suddenly appeared in surprise and uncertainty, and their whole bodies tensed up.
"Meet the Patriarch!" Xiang Ji and the others who had resumed their actions immediately greeted him.
"Grandmaster? How could such a shabby place be the Shenjun Dojo?" The tall and skinny man looked at Wang Zijia in surprise, his eyes flashing continuously, trying to see through Wang Zijia's reality.
Wang Zijia did not answer the two of them. Under the fluctuation of his magic power, he threw the surrounding disciples far away while looking at the two people in front of him.
"Blood and Bone Skull Robe, the devil kid from the Bone Soul Temple? Why are you here in the rear?"
The two of them ignored Wang Zijia. At the moment when Wang Zijia's mana fluctuated, they were completely sure that Wang Zijia was not a fake paper man, but a genuine spirit possessor.
Isn't this place more than a thousand miles away from Wanyu?
From such a distance, he can travel here in a way similar to spiritual sects and cast real power. He is definitely a divine king!
"Walk!"
The two looked at each other, turned around and ran away without saying a word, and they ran separately to the east and west, which was in sharp contrast to their arrogance just now.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia frowned.
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(End of chapter)
