The next moment, Zhuo Xiaokuan, who was watching Wang Zijia's tricks, froze. He was shocked to find that in an instant, the Gu worm he had completely planted had lost control.
Then he saw that the skin of the feminine man was squirming, and under the pores, insect eggs that looked like white powder were being continuously excreted.
In an instant, nothing matters.
"Okay, let's split up and wait for my signal!"
Wang Zijia ignored the astonished Zhuo Xiaokuan, and after saying that, she took the feminine man and floated away.
Zhuo Xiaokuan waited until Wang Zijia disappeared, then waved, and the expelled Gu flew back into his hand, feeling nothing unusual.
However, this is more terrifying than abnormality.
After all, it is too scary to be able to easily get rid of his poison without taking control of his poison!
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Wang Zijia transformed into the appearance of a feminine man. Based on the general information he obtained, he led the feminine man quickly through the mountain peaks and arrived at the inner gate peaks in the East District.
Stopped in a mountain cave.
"Meet the Master!"
"Master, you are back from the banquet!"
"Father, you are back!"
"······"
As soon as Wang Zijia arrived at the cave, many women came out and approached Wang Zijia with fear and anticipation.
There were not many rules for greeting him, but his eyes were as charming as silk, and his eyes were full of spring. They looked at him lovingly, and two of them even entangled him directly.
'It's okay to raise a pair of cultivation cauldrons, but it's also understandable to plant the seal of a love slave. '
'But why did you become a disciple? '
'Wait a minute, what did I hear just now? You called me foster father, right? Why are you getting involved and following someone in heat? '
'Is this the legendary, weird habit of being called daddy when playing games? '
'Having fun occasionally can be called fun. It's a bit perverted for you to do this in a cave! '
'Is this guy having so much fun? '
Wang Zijia felt strange in his heart. His facial expression remained unchanged, and with a slight surge of magic power, he directly blocked the witches that were entangled like soft-footed snakes and wanted to destroy his Taoist heart. He said coldly:
"I'm a little tired today!"
All the demon girls shuddered, and two of them even trembled and became wet under his cold words.
Wang Zijia: "······"
Wang Zijia's heart twitched, and he glanced at the seductive woman with a blank expression.
The demon girl's face was flushed and she looked at Wang Zijia in confusion!
This love slave seal has at least penetrated deep into the soul, and it has also been tortured into a special hobby!
He is indeed a monster from the Demon Sect!
Everyone knows how to break my Taoist heart!
Ignoring the subtle agitation in his heart, Wang Zijia left the demon girls behind and entered the cave.
This is a relatively traditional and retro mountain cave, but the decoration, lamp holders, furniture, etc. are all made of numerous bones, some of which are human bones, and some of which are strange animal bones.
Coupled with the cave environment, it was already a bit dark.
The combination of these painting styles makes the entire cave seem haunted. Coupled with a group of enchantress Yingying Yanyan, it is a standard magic kiln.
Quickly finding the training room, Wang Zijia turned on the retreat mode, as if the night banquet was too fruitful.
After activating the formation, Wang Zijia turned his hands to get the feminine man out again.
The man's face was dull, standing there like a puppet.
First, he escaped into his chaotic sea of consciousness, checked many weights, and exchanged some control backhands.
Good guy, there are quite a few, five methods in total.
After making sure there is no problem.
After exiting the sea of consciousness, countless runes gathered on his fingertips as his whole body's mana fluctuated.
The next moment, Wang Zijia reached out and gently touched the center of the feminine man's eyebrows.
The man's face suddenly twitched, and little grimaces appeared on the surface of his body from time to time, as if something was trying to come out of his body because of too much pain.
Of course, it was not that he had resisted the ritual. At this moment, he was not only possessed by a demon, but also possessed by a skin demon. Even the real immortal could not save him.
This is an instinctive reaction that is too painful, just like rolling on the ground.
Even in such pain, he still stood firm and allowed Wang Zijia to cast spells. Even the soul-burial imps in his body were constantly struggling in his body, obviously suffering from the same pain of soul-sucking and soul-refining.
As the runes on Wang Zijia's fingertips rushed in, a picture flashed quickly in his eyes.
What he saw was a field of white flowers, surrounded by a group of witches. There were people waiting on him above and below him, and his face was slapped with a murderous weapon, making him depressed and unable to breathe.
It was as if I had entered a pile of snakes, surrounded by white flowers and all human beings.
Wait...why did I see other sticks?
Why aren't they all women? !
Wang Zijia, who originally planned to criticize the other party's memory, suddenly became excited.
"What the hell?"
He decisively broke away from the immersive soul search and changed it to a movie-watching soul search.
Mainly because it’s so exciting!
It’s just a big back with cotton padding. Damn it, there’s nothing so exciting among the 108 postures I learned in my previous life!
It’s just for brothers and sisters to communicate and learn. This is a group of people, plus a group of servants discussing Taoism together. This is too...
He is indeed a monster from the Demon Sect. How can Pindao, whose iron-clad Taoist heart is disturbed by your in-depth discussions on Taoism?
No longer immersed in it, but like watching a movie, searching the soul with critical eyes.
Ji Qi, a direct descendant of the Soul-Burying Sect Wuyou God Lord, who has just entered the late stage of cultivation, is responsible for raising people and favors for his ancestors, and is quite favored by the descendants of the furnace cauldron.
And this guy is a lustful and hungry ghost, and he is still a standard meat and vegetable person.
Because of this, he attracted quite a lot of attention among his fellow disciples.
I was often invited by my senior sisters and brothers to discuss the Tao in depth.
Well, the Wuyou Mountain lineage of Wuyou Shenjun has a bit of the shadow of the Happy Demon Sect, and he likes divine (harmony) intercourse.
Because of this, things like gender are a bit loose, and they like to discuss things together, like a group of snakes entangled in each other.
Because when God (harmony) talks about the Tao, two people only have two joys, but ten people have ten joys, just like the bliss on earth.
As the information passed by, Wang Zijia gradually understood his identity, and more and more, there were various discussions on Taoism that subverted the three views.
"Oh, I'm still young! I thought I had rich learning resources!"
"It seems that compared to the demons who are proficient in this way, I am just an entry-level Taoist boy!"
"Wait, what the hell is this?"
When Wang Zijia's mind was racing and he was searching the other party's memory, the other party was deeply impressed, and a picture of his soul being refreshed emerged.
It was a huge seminar, with dozens of men and women dancing among the demons, but the core person was not him, but Lord Wuyou.
There were a lot of white flowers, everyone was deeply intertwined in their discussions, the battle was extremely fierce, and they were extremely happy.
But...this guy is the direct descendant of Wuyou Old Ghost!
This... this is too vegetarian...
Um?
The next moment, Wang Zijia, who was searching for souls, decisively blocked the discussion.
Without it, this discussion is a trap!
In other words, it is an alternative mind-branding spell that not only protects the disciple's mind, but can also be used as a counterattack, waiting in a pit for soul-searchers like Wang Zijia to come.
If someone who is idle rashly gets in, he may be enslaved by the memory of the god and become a slave of desire who only knows how to talk about Tao.
This method is extremely subtle. When Wang Zijia checked the weights just now, he didn't notice it.
The main reason is that this is a kind of memory and cognitive infection, which is a special advanced method of mind and spirit, and is completely different from those crude things.
"There's something!" Wang Zijia was a lot more cautious, but at the same time he stopped being dismissive.
There is no simple demon cultivator who dares to use evil as his source and jump repeatedly on the edge of madness to become a Taoist Lord.
Wang Zijia carefully searched the other party's memory, focusing mainly on Wuyou Shenjun and the sect-protecting formation.
For a moment, when Wang Zijia completed the search, his brows furrowed slightly.
"The formation eye is actually in the forbidden area? Rather than in a specialized formation department?"
"Is this the fundamental difference between Taoism and Demonism?"
"That's right, the big guys don't trust others with this kind of fate!"
"However, this is a bit tricky. This guy is not qualified to enter the forbidden area, so infiltration is out of the question."
After just thinking for a moment, Wang Zijia came up with a good idea.
His hands flipped quickly, and countless runes poured into Ji Qi's body in front of him like a tide, constantly refining him.
With Wang Zijia's current cultivation level, it shouldn't be too easy to use the prosthetic body sacrifice method to refine a real human body.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Ji Qi's consciousness was completely wiped out by Wang Zijia.
Everything else, including souls, cause and effect, etc., were made into prostheses by Wang Zijiaji.
His body was like a piece of skin covering Wang Zijia's body.
Wang Zijia has completely transformed into Ji Qi himself. Not to mention the arrival of the Infant God Lord and the arrival of the Tribulation Master, one may not be able to tell the authenticity.
After doing all this, Wang Zijia checked himself for a moment.
That's all for this season. He actually wears a pair of fake magic weapons at his feet, and the functions of this magic weapon are curious.
The core function is actually to support the feet, not to escape.
After searching the memory, I found the reason for this pseudo-magic weapon, and the corners of my mouth twitched subconsciously.
"He is indeed a devil!"
Wang Zijia muttered, and after making sure nothing was missing, he stood up and left the room.
"Master, you are out of seclusion so quickly!"
"Hey, does my adoptive father need to take a bath?"
"······"
As soon as he came out, he was surrounded by a group of witches waiting outside. They looked at him with lustful eyes and wanted to discuss things with him.
It's not because of how handsome Ji Qi is, it's entirely because these witches all have deep slave marks, and they are still very bad, and their minds are almost filled with thoughts of arguing with him.
Without leaving any trace, Wang Zijia used his strength to move slightly again, swinging away the entangled demon girls.
"I have something to do, so I have to go to my ancestor's place!"
Although these witches are in heat all the time, at least they still have some sense. Hearing this, Qiqi woke up for a moment and did not dare to get entangled in the slightest.
Wang Zijia quickly left the cave and headed towards the top of the mountain.
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The Soul Burial Sect is surrounded by mountains, especially in the eastern region. All the gods have at least one or several mountains of their own.
Every mountain has its own distinct faction. This is much clearer than the distinction between various factions in Wanyu.
The various channels of Wanyu are also differentiated by Taoism. Each channel is so entangled that it cannot be completely and clearly separated.
But the situation in the Demon Sect is completely different, because most of the Demon Sect's exercises have backdoors, and they are even just a furnace exercise. The ultimate goal of practice is to refine oneself into a perfect giant for the master. There are countless medicines available.
Most people cultivate this lineage by themselves, which is completely their own granary.
Therefore, the factions of the Demon Sect have natural and physical differences.
Wuyou Mountain is a large branch of the Soul Burial Sect.
When Wang Zijia flew to the top of the mountain, he saw that in many buildings, people were discussing Taoism in the open air, even during the day. What's more, when he saw Wang Zijia passing by, he asked him to join him on the spot.
This is... the magic kiln!
snort!
Don't even think about messing with my Taoist heart, I have a heart of stone!
When he came to the main hall of Ancestor Wuyou's palace, Wang Zijia saw white flowers again.
Pink curtains were everywhere, the fragrant breeze was blowing, and many people were lost in the discussion.
"It's Xiao Qiqi who's here. Do you miss your ancestor?"
The next moment, Wang Zijia felt hot all over his body, and an illusory shadow wrapped around him like a snake.
Qianying wrapped around him, stretched out her hand to pick Wang Zijia's chin, and asked him to raise his head.
The cold and smooth touch stimulated his nerves, and his whole body was experiencing a high degree of stimulation.
He was slightly frightened, his face showed some nervousness, but his eyes were full of intoxication and enthusiasm.
"Gulu!"
Wang Zijia swallowed and said nervously: "Old, ancestor, my grandson has something important to report."
As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at the senior brothers and sisters who were discussing Taoism in the hall.
"Is that so? Come to my room, little Qiqi. It's been a while since I took a closer look at you, and I'm here to guide you in your practice!"
The beautiful figure wrapped around her body like a snake said a word and disappeared without a trace. Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and at the same time, her face was full of surprise and enthusiasm.
After looking at the fellow disciples who were still discussing Taoism, he turned around and walked towards the side of the hall.
After passing through several palaces, we entered a huge pink hall.
Before entering the main hall, Wang Zijia stopped, carefully took off his shoes, and stepped in barefoot.
This is a taboo of Lord Wuyou. People who come here are not allowed to wear shoes.
Well, Wuyou Shenjun most likely has a deep foot fetish!
The reason why he is favored this season is that he has a pair of very beautiful feet, which is the kind for a man.
That's right, it's not because Ji Qi is so talented or sensible, the fundamental reason is that his feet have made his ancestor like him since he was a child.
The pair of pseudo-magic-level boots under my feet were specially given for protection.
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Stepping into the hall with bare feet, the feeling is not cold, but rather like stepping on velvet.
The entire hall is paved with a carpet made of special fur of second-grade monsters. It is extremely comfortable to touch and convenient for discussing Taoism anytime and anywhere.
The main hall is still filled with all kinds of pink gauze curtains. When the breeze blows, the fragrance blows slowly, making the surrounding areas appear faintly.
(End of chapter)
