Wang Zijia had no intention of stopping, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he quickly looked at the various clones of the old man.
At the same time, he smiled widely, and his body's flesh and blood began to squirm strangely. Like shedding skin and taking off clothes, the skin split from the midline of the bridge of the nose, and human skin shed off one by one, and clones appeared one after another.
Each clone is empty inside except for a crack in the front. Everything else is exactly the same as Wang Zijia's body, including the breath.
In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of people, each presiding over a spiritual thought, with a sly smile, just like a real person.
The Houtu Dao monk, who was an orthodox Taoist monk a moment ago, turned into such an evil thing in the blink of an eye, making the movements and expressions of the Xingcai monk who was playing with his head freeze.
At this moment, he realized that he was in trouble.
As a leader of the Left Way, he knows better than anyone else that there is something wrong with anyone who can cultivate the Left Way to this extent.
Therefore, the leftist bosses are the most annoying to meet the leftist bosses.
After all, it is really unreasonable for two crazy critics to collide with each other!
And the opponent is still a left-handed monk from the Wanyu Sect, the authentic Xuanmen sect. He doesn't follow the right path and takes the left path. There is only one possibility. The talent of the left path is close to that of a demon! ! !
The old man was slightly frightened and did not dare to make any further excuses.
The next moment, a clone expanded rapidly and turned into a headless giant of more than ten meters. A flying head floated beside him, and the strange dharma looked at Wang Zijia coldly.
"Ah!"
Wang Zijia's body also expanded, and he drove the Dharma out in the form of a demon boy, and directly fought with the decapitated old man.
The clones also fought together, with three or five skin demon clones beating up a fishy phantom.
During the collision, Wang Zijia gradually gained a clear understanding of herself.
Compared with this Xingcai Zuo Daoying God, his cultivation level is slightly insufficient, but the gap is no longer obvious.
As for the means...
During the collision of the battle, at a certain moment, the golden light in Wang Zijia's eyes soared. Suddenly, he looked past the huge headless statue and stared at a broken magic weapon that fell on the ground in the dilapidated hall.
The next moment, an experienced figure appeared. The moment the opponent was about to pick up something, he was hit by the divine light and became stiff for a moment.
Wang Zijia's eyes were slightly cold, and ten pages quickly flew out and merged into one in an instant.
"Sealing Talisman Technique: Fusion·Lava Fireball!"
Ten barely infant-god-level lava fireball spells merged into one, and were inspired by Wang Zijia in the next moment.
A dark red fireball, the size of a human head, headed straight for the old man with a strong lock. Its terrifying power has far exceeded the strength of the Taoism of the early stage monks of the Infant God.
The old man's body only stiffened for a moment, and then he regained his freedom, but he was already locked by the fireball and was almost in front of him.
Feeling the terrifying power of the fireball, the old man's complexion changed slightly.
Blood-red light flashed, and a huge, mottled, rotting bloody turtle shell quickly condensed from illusion to reality.
The old man shrank into his shell like a turtle. The shell rotated and blood gleamed.
"bump!"
In a moment, the lava fireball exploded. It was not as earth-shattering as expected, on the contrary, the movement was very small.
The entire fireball, the size of a human head, exploded into a pool of creeping lava, enveloping the turtle shell in it.
"laugh!"
Waves of green smoke rose, and a burning smell filled the air.
"Um!"
Suddenly there was a muffled groan, the tortoise shell shattered, a stream of light escaped into the void, the space fluctuated slightly, and the old man disappeared without a trace, leaving only a little blood stain on the place.
"This matter is not over yet. We will see you again later!"
A weak, slightly gloomy voice sounded, and the old man had fled far away and he didn't know where he went.
Wang Zijia did not pursue, but waved with a cold gaze, picked up the pool of blood on the ground, and carefully sealed it.
'It's still unclear who is done with whom. We will definitely see you later. I hope you will still be so arrogant next time we meet! '
"Father, why don't we chase him! If we let this old ghost run away, we may not be able to live in peace in the future!" Chu Ziyu, who had been watching the battle from a distance for a while, couldn't help but speak out.
Wang Zijia looked back at him and said, "Do you know this old guy?"
Chu Ziyu shook his head, nodded again, and said: "It should be the evil demon who has been famous for hundreds of years in our Changbao: Feng Yingzhong. Back then, he conquered Changbao with the Xingcai Illusion Technique and gained a great reputation. .”
"Later, as he was promoted to the Infant God, he gradually became a legend. There has been no trace of him for nearly a hundred years."
"This person will definitely retaliate for his anger, and he is proficient in the illusion path, Xingcai. He is a monster who plays with the soul."
"Once the person he targets is given time to do it secretly, he will often be tortured. It is difficult to distinguish between illusion and reality. In the end, he is no longer himself."
Well, with his cultivation level, what he said was so mysterious, I guess he could have read more from the textbooks or heard it from hearsay!
"Ha, playing with the soul? I would like to see how he makes me not recognize myself!" Wang Zijia mocked nonchalantly.
Not to mention that the old guy can't beat him now, but after a while, it will be even more impossible to beat him.
Besides...
Wang Zijia looked at the blood in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and turned his hand to put it away.
We may not know what the situation will be like next time we meet!
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Without further words, Wang Zijia came to the place where the old man was before and picked up a string of Buddhist beads from the ground.
This is a fourth-grade ancient treasure, and it actually still has a little bit of aura. If it is warmed and raised properly, it might take hundreds of years to recover it.
No wonder I can’t help but want to get a bargain!
Wang Zijia turned his hand to put it away, and then waved his hand to put away all the remaining messy garbage, including the remaining beams and door posts.
Chu Ziyu: "······"
Seeing Wang Zijia digging three feet into the ground, Chu Ziyu was speechless for a while.
"Let's go to the next place!" Wang Zijia said immediately after packing up his things.
Although the place is not small, there is not much time for Wang Zijia, or he cannot delay for too long. I can only try for a short time to see if I can get anything.
Seeing this, Chu Ziyu immediately drove the shuttle and followed Wang Zijia's guidance to another place.
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Another half-quarter of an hour later, Wang Zijia suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"Stop, go over there and have a look!"
Following Wang Zijia's guidance, Chu Ziyu drove the shuttle through a number of palaces and came to a pagoda.
"Sutra Performance Pagoda"
Looking at the dilapidated pagoda in front of him, Wang Zijia looked surprised.
'This is the magic hall prepared by Sanjie Temple for the disciples in this area. It is similar to the Sutra Pavilion branch of Qi Fumai, right? '
In surprise, Wang Zijia quickly floated down.
There was actually no team of monks guarding the pagoda, no one at all.
With anticipation, I arrived at the door of the pagoda. Just as I was about to walk in, a golden light shield protected the entire pagoda.
The powerful aura and defensive force field made Wang Zijia freeze up.
Looking from the broken gate of the pagoda, you can vaguely see a golden skeleton sitting cross-legged at the door.
That terrifying aura fluctuation turned out to be a soul skeleton!
It is only part of the defense power of the pagoda!
'Is this tower defensive? Or does it mean that skeletons will rush out when attacking? '
Wang Zijia's expression changed for a moment, but in the end he still didn't dare to give it a try.
Although he is more confident, the opponent is just a skeleton with only instincts like a puppet.
But without using the talisman he had just obtained, he had no idea of trying to touch the skeleton.
After all, he is just a fake infant monk, and there is a big gap between him and the soul.
Moreover, looking at what this means, there is at least one skeleton guarding the Buddha's bones on each floor. The first floor is the Yuanshen Overhaul... Couldn't the top one be the Overcoming Tribulation?
"Forget it, keep it!" Wang Zijia looked at the nine-story pagoda in front of him, shook his head unwillingly, and turned around to go elsewhere.
During the flight, Chu Ziyu moved his lips slightly and said hesitantly: "Father..."
"Mother-in-law, what's the matter?" Wang Zijia frowned.
"Those skeletons seem to be getting weaker?" Chu Ziyu said carefully: "Father, when you were fighting, I accidentally saw a few broken skeletons nearby spontaneously weakening and dissipating."
"It should be that after the mysterious realm merges into the real world, the strange rules that maintain the mysterious realm are disappearing. In fact, we can wait until the skeletons dissipate and then pick up things on a large scale. There is no need to be in such a hurry."
"There were not many people who came in before, at most a dozen or so, less than a hundred people. It is difficult to search such a large place in a short time."
"Huh?" Wang Zijia was slightly startled.
He decisively released his senses and carefully sensed the surroundings for dozens of breaths.
"It's really dissipating!" Wang Zijia's expression was not happy, but darkened.
'I originally wanted to earn a few more hours, but it seems I can't put it off any longer, otherwise I won't be able to maximize my benefits when the time comes. '
Thoughts flashing, Wang Zijia suddenly said: "Stop, fall down."
Chu Ziyu landed on the ground in a daze, and Wang Zijia ignored him. Under Chu Ziyu's confused gaze, the soil squirmed, and the two of them fell toward the ground.
"Father, what are we doing here?" Chu Ziyu watched as he continued to go deeper into the ground, and then stopped when he reached a depth of about ten feet, and asked with a questioning look on his face.
Wang Zijia glanced at him and said: "You don't think that you can take over a place like this with just me, right? Now that the Mysterious Territory has completely dissipated, it will only be a matter of time before the news gets out!"
Chu Ziyu suddenly woke up and said, "Father, are you talking about the Demon Sect?"
"It doesn't have to be a demon sect, but fortunately it's on our territory." The prince said without saying anything more: "Dharma Protector!"
Five ghosts flew out, and Chu Ziyu probably guessed what Wang Zijia wanted to do, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Wang Zijia sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.
In his mind, the skin demon body emerged from the cover of the bloody book, grabbed the book, and disappeared into Wang Zijia's chaotic sea of consciousness.
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There is an inconspicuous side hall among the buildings of Wanyuzong, Heritage Peak and the Mission Building at the foot of the mountain.
A piece of invisible human skin suddenly flew out from the eyebrow of a demon-seeded disciple.
He escaped quietly without anyone noticing.
After the human skin moved away for a certain distance, it expanded like blowing air and turned into Wang Zijia himself. Because it is not wrapped around anyone, there is something empty in the body.
But what he is going to do next cannot be done on someone else's body, otherwise he will have to go to the Demon Suppressing Tower to think about it!
After checking himself and making sure that there was nothing wrong, Wang Zijia turned into a bloody stream of light and went straight to the central area of the Mission Building and the Tianwen Tower.
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A few moments later, in the Tianwen Pagoda.
Wang Zijia skillfully found Zhang Xiumin and said politely, "I've met senior sister!"
"Why is it you again?" Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia who was visiting again, and frowned: "Are you here to see our ancestor again?"
Wang Zijia showed a sarcastic smile, and then said with a solemn expression: "Senior sister, please pass on this urgent matter!"
Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia and finally said nothing more.
Although Wang Zijia came more often than most infant gods, the ancestor did not resent it, so she was only slightly dissatisfied with Wang Zijia's ignorance.
After all, even if the ancestor of Yuanshen loves his younger disciples, the disciples should be sensible on their own.
"Wait!" After saying that, she stood up and left.
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A moment later, the eighth floor of Tianwen Tower.
"I've met the original poster!" Wang Zijia came to the study and greeted Zhang Decheng respectfully.
"I thought your boy had left the clan? Why haven't you left yet? It's almost 20 years ago. Wasn't it quite urgent before?" Zhang Decheng looked at Wang Zijia, looked at him for a moment, and then asked.
Wang Zijia paused and said: "The disciple has indeed set off and is almost to Changbao Prefecture. Some big changes happened on the way, and he had to use some means to meet the poster."
"Huh?" Zhang Decheng's face was full of surprise, and he looked Wang Zijia up and down again for a while, "Tsk, tsk, it's hard to tell whether this method is true or not. What kind of clone technique is it? You can't have understood the incarnation outside your body, right?"
Wang Zijia selectively did not hear it, turned his hands, and said: "The disciple encountered a ghost realm, which has now merged into the real world. The disciple's preliminary exploration found that it is the ruins of the ancient Buddhist Three Realms Temple."
"Ghost Realm? Wait, what temple are you talking about?" Zhang Decheng, who was still very casual, suddenly stood up in shock when he heard the words "Three Realms Temple" and looked at Wang Zijia closely and asked.
'It seems that the sect has relevant records about the Three Realms Temple. That's right. Judging from previous experiences, this Three Realms Temple was probably quite famous in ancient times. '
"Three Realms Temple!" The prince turned his hand over and took out two relics as he spoke, and said:
"The bones and skeletons of the Infant God Buddha are everywhere inside, and the skeletons of Yuan Shen are probably not uncommon. Although it may only be a small mountain gate of the Three Realms Temple, the disciples believe that there is definitely a lot of inheritance inside!"
"The disciples did a preliminary exploration and found that many places will dissipate with the dissipation of the mysterious realm due to the baptism of time. However, the Taoist scriptures are protected by the Tao Yun, and they should not be damaged for tens of millions of years."
Zhang Decheng did not listen carefully to Wang Zijia's words, but waved and took the relic from Wang Zijia's hand.
After examining it carefully for a moment, he asked: "How big is the scope of the strange realm?"
"About a million kilometers, half the size of Zhongshan Mountain." Wang Zijia quickly replied.
"Come with me!" Zhang Decheng suddenly stood up and took Wang Zijia to another side door next to the study.
(End of chapter)
