At this time, Wang Zijia's flesh and blood were also constantly wriggling, an ugly human head appeared on his neck for a while, and two ghost claws grew on his back for a while, and his body was constantly squirming and changing, which was very evil.

"Value +673!"

Don't wait for him to be a demon, the pollution that has just been born and invaded, before he has time to guide Wang Zijia into the demon, and he hasn't even broken through the seal, he was simply exchanged for value by Wang Zijia.

In an instant, all the intrusive pollution subsided, and Wang Zijia's breath did not surge at all.

With such a change, even the eyes of the five ghosts who had just completed the breakthrough were much clearer, and the light of the spiritual wisdom was more sufficient, and it became less and less like a deformed creature, like a normal Fuwa.

After a long time, Wang Zijia opened his eyes, and the faint aura under his eyes flickered, one piece clear, without the slightest sense of turbidity, nor the slightest bit of crazy depression.

Feeling the surging power in his body and the coercion of his gestures, at this moment, Wang Zijia completely had the confidence to compete with those geniuses in the sect.

Immediately, without any further delay, the spiritual light flickered, and he rushed towards the pillar of light that reached the sky.

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Because in the past few days, Wang Zijia has been rushing to the Blood Dragon Yuan, which can be regarded as washing the ground and purifying around this spiritual resource point, so it is actually not too far from its destination.

With the blessing of the five ghosts, Wang Zijia turned into a ghost and ran quietly, but in just over a quarter of an hour, various figures began to appear around him.

There are those who float off the ground, those who run wildly, and those who keep flying and jumping.

One by one, the high-ranking boys were all burying their heads and rushing towards the blood-colored pillar of light.

After everyone meets, if they don't know each other, they all tacitly keep their distance and be wary of each other.

When you meet the same door, the familiar ones will say hello twice, and the unfamiliar ones will nod to each other silently.

In a moment, Wang Zijia came to his destination.

From afar, it was a canyon basin, and below the canyon, the edge of what should have been a wide river, had now been replaced by a blood-red filthy liquid.

The canyon winds around the basin. The center of the circle, which was supposed to be a mountain peak, was shattered, the main body disappeared, and only a mess of rocks fell, and the blood and water in the canyon flowed in it, and countless craggy strange rocks loomed, like a craggy blood lake.

In the crevices of the strange rocks, blood-red filthy liquid was faintly visible. Some of the rocks stand like reefs, while others rise and fall, rising and falling in the liquid.

In the center of the rocky canyon, there are several huge pinnacle-like stone pillars, on which there are two rune-dense chains, on which is locked a huge python with long tumors all over its body, rotten flesh, and rotten flesh.

A faint blood-colored mist filled the entire canyon, shrouding the blood dragon abyss a little hazy, standing on the cliff and looking down, it was vaguely seen that the python had woken up at this moment.

Its eyes were red and spiritual, like a madman.

In the sarcoma and rotten flesh all over the body, something was faintly wriggling.

According to the information of the sect, this place is a demon in the Hundred Demon Domain, which was originally a demon snake at the peak of the sacrificial wine, but was eroded by the Demon Domain.

Later, it was imprisoned here by the big men of the three sects using means, and it became a meat field for breeding spiritual creatures.

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At this moment, the cliffs of the circular canyon were already full of all kinds of monks, scattered everywhere, and the three largest groups of them were the disciples of the three sects.

Wang Zijia came to the area where the disciples of Wanyu Sect were located, and nodded slightly with a group of strange senior brothers.

At this moment, he is the image of a young man, one meter nine tall, with strong muscles, strong and powerful, and his whole body exudes the breath of male hormones, a tower-like man. The cultivation of the peak boy, the profound aura made the brothers and sisters look sideways.

At this moment, the disciples in their Wanyu are probably in their early fifties, and it seems that there will not be a big increase in the short term.

After all, the Blood Dragon Yuan is only the outermost resource point among the Hundred Demon Spirit Objects, and the foundation building spirit objects born in it are not only at the level of C, but also biased towards the direction of physical strengthening, and the scope of use is extremely limited.

The situation was similar in the other two.

Of course, the opposite of the three sects is the dense small sect disciples around, and they are not as selective as the disciples of the three sects. It is already a great luck to be able to use spiritual objects to build a foundation and condense the method, so how can there be a pick?

Because Wang Zijia was not familiar with everyone, he did not communicate with his classmates, and stood alone and waited quietly.

As time passed, there was a steady stream of disciples coming, most of them ordinary disciples. Everyone was more restrained, and no one rashly made a move, probably for fear of causing a scuffle and falling into a big fight.

Wang Zijia turned over his hand and took out more than two dozen blood crystals, which he had obtained from the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect when he picked up the corpse before.

He didn't expect this blood crystal to get a spiritual object, this spiritual object was not suitable for him in the first place, it was still in C, he didn't plan to work hard for this, he just came over to see if he could get a wisp of spiritual remnants.

Pinching the two blood crystals, and turning his hands unconsciously, Wang Zijia looked at the entire blood-colored filth pool below, a little distracted.

"Wave ······"

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, with a soft sound, the blood-colored pillar of light that rushed to the sky exploded, turning into countless blood mist enveloping the bottom of the canyon, making the thin blood mist even thicker.

In the haze, the demon dragon body in the center of the canyon was no longer real.

"Ang ·······"

There was another roar like a bull's roar, accompanied by a strong wind-like shock wave spreading, and a faint fishy smell accompanied by the fishy wind.

"Let's go!"

"Rush!"

“······”

In an instant, above the canyon, at least two or three thousand boys jumped towards the canyon like dumplings.

"Grass!"

"Damn it!"

“······”

As everyone jumped down and landed on the craggy rocks on the pool of filthy blood, the lucky ones were nothing, and the unlucky ones stepped directly on the living stones, and their bodies fell into the liquid violently.

Qingyan accompanied by screams and scolding, and when he hurriedly climbed up the reef beside him, deep white bones were already visible, and there were even squirming granulations at the wound, as if there were still some lesions.

Wang Zijia also mixed in with the crowd, jumped off the cliff, and landed firmly on a reef.

Instead of immediately rushing towards the center of the canyon, he raised his hand, and a spiritual silk thread swam out, trying to probe into the surrounding blood-colored liquid.

"Sneer······"

As soon as the silk thread came into contact, bursts of green smoke came out, and in the blink of an eye, it corroded Wang Zijia's crystal red silk thread.

"+1 Value!"

He subconsciously frowned, because these filthy liquids were completely different from what Wang Zijia thought, he didn't feel the pollution of the evil seeds, in addition to the extremely strong erosion, there was also a bit of extremely difficult flesh and blood curse.

(End of chapter)