Wang Zijia's expression changed slightly, his thoughts turned rapidly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Suddenly, Wang Zijia had a thought in his mind.
The five ghosts emerged in the form of five strange little flags, forming a ghost mist ball-shaped shield around them. In the blink of an eye, the crystal spiritual shield disappeared.
The rioting ghost pile returned to calm, once again treating Wang Zijia as a kindred spirit, and kept crowding.
And once the ghosts come into contact with the ghost mist, they will all be sucked into the small flag and disappear without a trace.
Gradually, the surroundings of Wang Zijia became empty, and dense patterns of evil ghosts began to appear on the small black flags transformed by the five ghosts.
The five ghosts were in their own little flags, frantically devouring these resentful souls and crazy ghosts.
The five ghosts used to be evil transformed ghost babies, focusing on devouring flesh and blood, but not very proficient in devouring souls.
However, the addition of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners not only brought about changes in the ghost banners' shapes to the five ghosts, but also enhanced the soul-devouring growth.
It even gave the Duobao Realm the ability to nurture souls and reincarnate as ghosts.
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As Oni Ban continued to absorb the resentful ghosts, Wang Zijia continued to fall downwards, but Wang Zijia did not stop him.
Because he clearly sensed that he had not entered the forbidden area yet, and these resentful souls were the protective layer of this forbidden area!
The seemingly undefended forbidden area was actually surrounded by countless evil spirits.
The entire forbidden area seemed to stand in the center of a resentful soul sphere!
It can be seen that the entire Qinglian and most of the living creatures were probably destroyed.
Even the soul is imprisoned and bound here, enduring torture for life after life, and provided with incense and mist, so that even in the end of the Dharma era, the strangeness here still remains!
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After a long time, Wang Zijia suddenly felt light!
"bump!"
The next moment, he knelt down on one knee and smashed a big hole in the ground.
Apparently, he finally entered the forbidden area.
This is a sect building complex that is not inferior to the seven peaks of Wanyu Sect's inner sect, and it can't be seen to the end.
The style is very old and traditional, with carved beams and painted buildings and numerous jade attics.
The occasional wooden attic is made of unknown spiritual wood.
Looking up, he saw that the place where he fell had closed again.
The entire sky can be clearly seen, shrouded by countless ghosts, with densely packed arms, bodies, and ghostly faces tumbling in the sky, squirming like mud.
Those with trypophobia will get goosebumps all over just by looking at it.
What surprised Wang Zijia was that the space in this forbidden area was actually independent, as if it was its own world, completely separated from the Qinglian world in terms of space.
No wonder that when I first explored it, all kinds of methods came in, and I lost all sense.
Obviously not only because the target was dead, but also because he was unable to cross-border perceive the demon seeder at that time.
However, this situation has both advantages and disadvantages for Wang Zijia now.
The advantage is that his cultivation level no longer needs to be suppressed to the peak of a real person.
The disadvantages are not small. The Qinglian world was originally a middle-thousand world. It is impossible for the masters of the Tribulation to be everywhere, but as a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect, there must be many divine kings in the world.
This made his exploration much more dangerous.
Of course, with his current level of cultivation, running away should be no problem!
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His expression moved slightly, and the aura of time-hidden magic continued to fluctuate. His cultivation level climbed up little by little, and in a moment, he came to the Infant God.
After stopping to feel nervously and confirming that there was no problem, he continued to climb until he completely let go of the suppression of cultivation. There was still no slightest rejection. Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Of course, my heart felt a little heavier.
After all, he can reach Yuanshen, so the ghosts in this forbidden area cannot all be real people.
The magic power surged slightly, and Wang Zijia floated up.
A strong suction was generated at the same time, as if the forbidden air circle or something here had been integrated into this space.
But Wang Zijia, the soul of the soul, can still bear it.
Floating in the mid-air, looking at the entire area, it was very large, at least tens to millions of square kilometers.
Looking around, they were all buildings from ancient times. What surprised Wang Zijia was that many of the words he saw were all in Chinese!
Basically, it can be said that this place did not become a strange place in this era, that is, the sixth era. It should have become a strange place in the previous era, the fifth era or even earlier.
What is strange is that although the ruins of this place can be seen to have experienced a lot of turmoil, after countless years of baptism, the buildings do not seem to have been seriously eroded by time?
And unlike the endless gathering of resentful souls in the sky, the entire space seems empty?
No resentful souls roaming around, no monsters rampant?
Anyway, Wang Zijia glanced around and saw nothing alive.
After looking around carefully for a moment, Wang Zijia made sure that he didn't see any living things, then floated to a group of buildings.
The room was a bit messy, and it was obvious that there had been a short period of chaos before the annihilation of the sect.
Wang Zijia reached out and touched something in the room. The next moment, the things that Wang Zijia touched disintegrated directly in front of Wang Zijia's eyes.
As if starting a domino effect, most of the items in the entire room were weathered away.
Just like an illusion, it disappeared without a trace.
Only a few seats were left.
"quack!"
The next moment, the seat actually opened its ghost mouth and bit into Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly and pointed his sword.
"brush!"
A ray of sword light flashed across, and the remaining treacherous seat was directly split into two halves by Wang Zijia.
The seat twitched for a moment, and then disintegrated, and wisps of black mist rose and disappeared.
This momentary change seemed to affect the entire forbidden area.
The surrounding environment also began to change, the light in the sky dimmed a bit, and the room became dim and ghostly.
The room began to squirm slightly, as if he was not in a house, but in a demon's stomach, and the door became jagged, as if it was about to be closed.
Wang Zijia did not hesitate. Before the transformation was completed, he ducked out of the room, floated up again, and looked around again.
Just one glance made Wang Zijia look shocked.
There are no remains of the Immortal Sect. Looking around, the original dense building complex below has been reduced by at least two-thirds.
The remaining buildings all turned into hellish buildings, filled with evil spirits and strangeness.
Each door turned into a huge open mouth, and bull eyes as big as lanterns sprouted from the doors, some of which were spinning around.
Some mouths kept opening and closing, and strange seats flew out, wandering around the room, and the blood-red lanterns floated and floated like monsters with human heads.
The unknown light in the sky became very dim, everything was very dark, and among the ghosts and mist, a living hell reappeared in the world.
What made Wang Zijia slightly shocked was that he actually felt a little bit of threat in some ghost buildings.
Obviously, this weird thing is obviously not simple.
After countless years of silence, the sea of resentful souls in the sky provides the incense of evil day and night. Where have they gone?
You can't just disappear for no reason, right?
Obviously, the ghost things all over the ground are the result of countless years of infestation.
Just like when he first came in, he was infected by madness.
If he hadn't resisted, he might have become one of the resentful spirits in the sky.
Of course, it may also fall below and become a table and a chair, or a haunted house.
Fortunately, the worst thing didn't happen, at least these ghosts didn't pounce on Wang Zijia one after another.
Although they were all awakened and turned into a chaotic situation of demons, they still stood on their own territory.
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After roughly understanding the situation, Wang Zijia composed a chant.
First, several anchor artifacts were thrown into the ground, and then five dark red swords emerged.
One of the swords turned into a stream of light and struck a rather dilapidated haunted house with lightning speed.
Swish!
Several rays of sword light passed by, and the haunted house was shattered.
The commotion of the demons dancing around them stopped, and the ghost-like house all looked towards Wang Zijia. Wang Zijia's whole body was tense and a little hairy.
However, after the house was shattered, no black smoke rose again.
Instead, the broken materials jumped and were quickly rejoined, restoring the appearance of the ghostly house before.
No, it's a bit more tattered, because the influence of the magnetic force left by the Yuanci Sword has prevented the house from completely healing, and cracks are clearly visible at the joints.
"Da da!"
"Crack!"
As the house was reassembled, the surrounding movement resumed again, and everyone looked away from Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia frowned as he watched this scene.
With a thought in his mind, a page flew out, and a body was thrown out casually by Wang Zijia.
Suddenly, chaos reappeared.
A house ghost opened its mouth wide, and a huge, blood-red tongue full of barbs stuck out, directly rolling the corpse into the room.
"Tsk tsk!"
"Crack!"
There were sounds of chewing, squirming, and bone breaking.
The haunted house looked satisfied, and the appearance of the house became a little better.
Wang Zijia's eyes were slightly cold, and his thoughts moved again. Another page flew out, this time it was not a dead thing, but a living thing.
A small ferocious beast.
The moment Wang Zijia released it, the beast twisted and expanded visibly to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a very dilapidated poor tile-roofed house.
The tile-roofed house was originally in the middle of the street, but after it completed its transformation, several blood-red tongues protruded from the bottom, like tentacles and legs, squirming and moving, and ran to an open space on the side of the street and settled down.
Become one of many haunted houses.
'Even if you pass through the sky full of resentful souls and come into this world, will you still be infected and change? '
'Then was it because I passed the threshold and was regarded as a stone-like thing by the strange realm, or was it because of my own special influence? '
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia had barely figured out some of the situation.
These ghost houses should be a manifestation of the power of the ghost realm, but they are not the core of the ghost realm.
Subconsciously looking at the endless resentful souls in the sky, Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, determined the direction, and flew towards the core of the entire ghostly building complex.
(End of chapter)
