'It should be here, the Danyuan branch similar to Qifumai! '
Wang Zijia looked at the area of the building complex for a moment, and Chu Ziyu immediately pointed to a skeleton monk soldier patrolling below and said: "Father, that should be the skeleton monk guarding this place!"
"My child has tried many times before. There is no way to avoid it, and it is useless to infiltrate. It seems that the rules of the mysterious realm are affected. To enter, you need to break through first. Infiltration will inevitably be locked."
'Is there a regional active hatred mechanism? '
Wang Zijia looked along and saw that this was a group of skeleton monks dressed as warrior monks. Judging from the texture of the bones, the two leaders who looked like captains and deputy captains should be the remains of the Infant God. The remaining eight team members were the remains of real people. .
Wang Zijia didn't mean to test him at all, he raised his hand and a spear as long as a chopstick came out.
"Boohoo!"
After the spear left the body, it quickly grew in size, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the team of monks.
The next moment, ten monk skeletons actually formed a formation, and a hemispherical golden light envelope enveloped the whole body.
"Boom!"
Under the bombardment of dozens of spears, the monk team was not injured at all.
And as soon as the bombing ended, the ten monks' auras connected together and rushed towards Wang Zijia like a whole body.
Wang Zijia felt a little chilled in her heart, and her understanding of the ancient sect became even deeper. It’s already like this, and they’re still forming a formation!
Wang Zijia, who did not dare to be careless, was surrounded by ghost mist, and the five ghosts turned into five balls of black smoke and floated out.
'The mind said: Five ghosts confuse the gods! '
Five groups of ghost mist expanded, directly covering the advancing monk team. In the ghost mist, dark white ghost claws entangled the monks like claws protruding from hell.
The ten monks were in one body, and it was difficult for the ghost mist to corrode it, but it succeeded in stopping it.
Wang Zijia's movements did not pause at all, and the mana in his body surged. He turned his hand, and a small golden seal spun rapidly in his hand.
"go!"
The small seal swelled in the wind and turned into the size of a house in the blink of an eye. Seeing this, the five ghosts that turned into smoke immediately retreated.
"Boom!"
As the golden seal fell, a weak earthquake sounded.
Under the golden seal, the golden light supported by ten skeletons kept flashing, but they resisted.
Wang Zijia's eyes were slightly cold, the golden seal was raised again, and the escaped monk was about to rush towards Wang Zijia again.
Wang Zijia's eyes suddenly shot out two golden streams of light, which penetrated the possessed golden light without any hindrance and fixed a real-life skeleton in the team in place.
The team that rushed forward quickly was immediately followed by a skeleton monk soldier.
The golden shield that enveloped them immediately disappeared, but the next moment, the auras of the nine people reconnected, and the shield was about to reappear.
"fall!"
Wang Zijia, who had been prepared for a long time, did not hesitate at all.
The small golden seal of lightning fell.
"bump!"
Then lift it up again and drop it again!
"Bump!"
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the ground shook.
"Gulu!"
Chu Ziyu, who was watching the battle from a distance, swallowed subconsciously, watching the golden seal rising and falling, thinking if it fell on him...
Wang Zijia hit it with all his strength six or seven times in one breath, and more than 10% of his mana was consumed.
"Crash!"
At this time, a subtle sound sounded, and the entire "Yao Wang Palace" building complex began to weather. Along with the weathering, there were also the group of skeletons, and Wang Zijia stopped moving.
Seeing such a scene for the second time, I can already confirm that the reason why the surrounding buildings have not dissipated for countless hours is entirely due to the influence of the mysterious realm. The Buddhist soldier skeleton and the building have become one.
For a moment, there was a construction area around, most of the buildings disappeared without a trace, and only a few things remained.
These things that have not weathered together contain more or less spirituality.
Wang Zijia waved, and dozens of jade bottles, boxes, and elixir gourds left behind after being weathered were all brought to him.
Wang Zijia, however, was not very happy. He frowned and opened a box.
A rotten smell spread, leaving only some remains of the elixir in the box.
Just because there is a little bit of spirituality does not mean that these things are still intact. Wang Zijia frowned and opened all the remaining elixirs.
Without exception, all were ruined.
Either it is rotten, or its spiritual power has been severely degraded and it has lost its original efficacy.
Obviously, even if these things are encapsulated and preserved without being weathered together, they are still on the verge of disintegration.
In the end, Wang Zijia only had a few tattered monk robes and two bone relics in his hands, which were barely of any use.
'I've made a mistake. I shouldn't have gone to the Alchemy Hall, I should have gone to the Qi Hall! '
'Compared with elixirs, utensils have more possibilities, and even if the spirituality is seriously lost, like these broken monk robes, they are not completely useless, at least they can be integrated into the magic weapon. '
'If possible, it would be best to find a secret book of exercises, similar to the one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The secret book has the circulation of Tao Yun, and it is difficult to decay with time. '
Thoughts flashed through his mind, Wang Zijia decisively changed direction, and according to the layout, looked for the Qi Hall in the building complex.
Chu Ziyu followed silently and acted as the driver for Wang Zijia.
With his previous experience, Wang Zijia had a certain understanding of the general layout concept of the Three Realms Temple, so his search was quite purposeful.
After a while, Wang Zijia found another building.
"The Hall of Divine Weapons"
I don't know whether it's because the Monk Hall is right next to it, or because the Divine Weapon Hall has sufficient force, but there are actually two groups of skeletons walking around here.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly, but there was no hesitation in his movements.
As soon as he raised his hand, two lava fireballs flew out and rushed towards the two groups of skeleton Buddhist soldiers.
"Boom!"
In the huge explosion, two teams of skeleton soldiers in golden light shields rushed towards Wang Zijia.
Five ghosts flew out and turned into ghost mist to entangle the group.
Wang Zijia held a gun and rushed towards the other team. As soon as they made contact, Wang Zijia was immediately suppressed.
Not only because there are two infant god-level skeletons, but more importantly, the monks in this group of ten skeletons move as if they are one body. They have a fixed formation during the battle and collision, which is extremely difficult to deal with!
Under the premise that only instincts are left, if such a team is still alive, it is estimated that Wang Zijia will be defeated step by step.
Fortunately, no matter how powerful he is, if he only has instinct, he is just a puppet.
After a moment of adaptation, Wang Zijia seized an opportunity and struck a real skeleton with lightning. The moment its formation was broken, he threw several lava fireballs.
"Boom!"
The huge explosion blew away the nine skeletons, and most of them disintegrated and disappeared in the air. The two team leaders also turned into two relics under Wang Zijia's killing blow.
Wang Zijia immediately turned to the other side and was surrounded by five ghosts, shrouded in ghost mist and fighting skeletons.
Probably the five ghosts belong to the ghost realm, and their cultivation is not enough. Even with IQ suppression, it is a bit difficult to deal with them, and they are beaten a bit badly.
After Wang Zijia inserted it, he got better instantly.
"Bump!"
Another half-quarter of an hour later, as a golden seal continued to fall, the surrounding buildings began to weather and dissipate as the earth shook and the mountains shook.
The difference from before is that only most of the buildings of the Divine Weapon Hall have dissipated.
The main skeletons of many buildings still remain, with bits and pieces of aura flickering.
Obviously, the materials used to construct the buildings here are of a much higher grade and are much stronger.
In the room, most of the decorations have also weathered, and only a few artifacts that were obviously good in grade before, but whose spirituality has not completely disappeared, remain.
Just as Wang Zijia was about to step forward to collect the loot, the next moment he frowned slightly.
Detected the presence of 'rats'.
His eyes flashed with golden light, and the mouse was pulled out by Wang Zijia under the hidden spiritual power fluctuations.
"court death!"
The next moment, the golden seal in his hand flew out and hit somewhere in the ruins.
"Boom!"
There was a dull collision sound, and a skinny old man was pulled out by Wang Zijia.
"Fellow Taoist misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
The old man's aura kept fluctuating, and he kept smiling apologetically at Wang Zijia.
For someone who dared to see such fighting and come over in an attempt to pick Wang Zijia's peaches, it was obvious that the old man was also an Infant God, and a serious early-stage Infant God cultivator.
Wang Zijia's eyes flashed coldly, and after seeing the other party, he had no intention of stopping.
First, I want to weigh the opponent, and second, I want to test my current strength. And there’s no need to make any excuses, this old guy asked for it.
"Certainly!"
The next moment, a golden light flashed in Wang Zijia's eyes, suddenly freezing the smiling old man in place.
The small golden seal in his hand suddenly fell.
"bump!"
When the smoke and dust dispersed, the old man was smashed into a ball of flesh and became motionless.
Wang Zijia frowned, and as his eyes fluctuated, dozens of spears flew out from around him and struck everywhere.
"Boom!"
As the explosion sounded, a dozen identical old men appeared around.
The old man looked at Wang Zijia, frowned and said, "Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be like this, right?"
Wang Zijia raised an eyebrow and said, "Clone Technique? No, Zuodao Illusion Technique? Caimen's?"
As he spoke, he looked at the old man who was smashed into a pulp by him. He didn't seem to be dead at this moment. The flesh and blood squirmed and turned into a flesh and blood doll. He stood up again and looked at Wang Zijia with the old Taoists around him.
Dozens of clones are not normal either.
Some took off their heads and tossed them like balls while looking at Wang Zijia. Some have four growths, and all kinds of weird changes...
"Huo, or the orthodox Xingcai?" Wang Zijia asked with some interest.
There are eight hundred side sects between the Demon Sect and the Xuan Sect, which belong to both righteous and evil schools.
Caimen is one of them, specializing in illusions. Among them, the strange and bloody illusions are the authentic inheritance, which is called Xingcai.
Of course, when Taoism reaches the level of the fourth-grade Infant God, illusion and reality are just a matter of thought.
"The old Taoist was passing by by the way. It's a bit unethical to pick up leaks with itchy hands. Why don't we just give it a try and give it a try?" Dozens of phantoms of the old Taoist were playing with their arms, tossing their heads, looking at Wang Zijia with a strange smile. , all said.
The overlapping sounds seemed a little weird, and coupled with his infant god cultivation, it was quite bluffing!
(End of chapter)
