After getting these, Wang Zijia first found out the two spiritual objects obtained in the Blood Dragon Abyss.

A golden-red strip of flesh, the size of a thumb, wriggled like an enlarged maggot.

As it wriggles, the spirituality in its body flickers and fluctuates, flickering and disappearing.

The other is a pink granula, also like an earthworm, wriggling unconsciously.

Wang Zijia first tried to take a very small bit of blood-red flesh bud, frowned, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The flesh buds are still beating in the mouth, and the teeth bite lightly, and there is actually a burst of pulp, which makes the taste extremely weird.

Immediately after, it turned into a faint force, integrated into the body, and rushed towards the dantian. At the same time, a faint crazy thought filled his mind.

But because the power was too small and too weak, this force was about to disappear before it could rush into the dantian.

At this time, Wang Zijia was already in the Chaos Sea, looking at the weight of the new life.

Weight: Bloodline Spirit

Grade: Not in the stream

Condition: Slightly contaminated

Value: 0.1

Introduction: The bloodline of the demon beast is still alive, and after the demonization, it is blocked by people with a strange artifact, and the weapon is farmed. With its body as a meat field, plant dragon spirit veins. Due to artificial planting and repeated harvesting and interception, the dragon vein is already extremely weak. And there are slight remnants of iniquity.

Before using this spiritual object to build a foundation, please carefully remove the pollution, otherwise after the method is self-formed, the roots of evil will be deep, the foundation of the Dao will be difficult to stabilize, and the future will be endless. It can also be purified by piling up the value of a real spiritual object. It is the necessary introduction of Jiaolong's transformation of the Dao Daoji!

As soon as Wang Zijia finished reading the information, the weights began to flicker, as if they were about to disappear, and Wang Zijia did not exchange the value to stabilize the weights.

After a few breaths, the light point weight disappeared without a trace.

After Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he took a trace of the golden strip of meat and threw it into his mouth.

The same popping taste permeated, but this time it rushed into the power of the body, and there was an extra coercion.

Weight: Long Yuan

Grade: Lower than A

Condition: Slightly contaminated

Value: 0.1

Introduction: The demon snake occasionally obtained the essence blood of the dragon, enlightened the spirit, and embarked on the road of turning into a dragon, but because of the treacherous domain, he fell into the demon and became a meat field. After thousands of years of tempering, the purest bloodline converged to extract such a large part of the dragon yuan.

This spiritual object is extremely suitable for the Dragon Transformation Monk to build a Dao foundation, because there is only half of it, it is best to let the alchemist use it with sufficient spiritual formula to fill its spiritual deficiency.

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When the weight disappeared again, Wang Zijia withdrew from the Chaos Consciousness Sea, with a smile on his face.

The appearance of these two weights means that Wang Zijia's previous thoughts are correct, he can completely get only one top-level medicine guide, and then rely on the value to directly pile up the most suitable for himself, the purest spirituality to fill the Fa Dao base, so as to derive a new method that belongs to him.

The two spiritual objects were sealed again, and he turned over and put them away.

I figured out the last storage bag and made it for a while before I opened it.

What made Wang Zijia speechless was that in the five cubic storage bags, clothes and beauty drugs occupied part of the boss's space.

What was left was a large number of spiritual objects and healing pills, and the remaining life-saving things had almost been exhausted, and the Qi Returning Pill was gone.

After carefully counting it, the things in it are worth 1,000 magic money, and if you count the tattered little shield, it can't exceed 2,000 magic money.

Usually it's a big gain, after all, you can't make real money in a month of talismans. But these days, the vision is high!

Speechlessly, he shook his head, looked at the three storage bags, and gathered the messy things in them into the one that Wang Zijia used first, only a few cubic storage bags, stuffed them, and put them away.

The largest ten cubic storage bags have become Wang Zijia's personal use.

After counting the harvest, Wang Zijia turned over his hand and found all kinds of pills, cleaning up the healing and qi recovery types that might be used later.

The remaining explosive pills, poisonous pills, and the chaotic pills to be drugged were symbolically left two bottles by Wang Zijia, and the rest were poured into his mouth one by one, and one by one they were consumed into the value of cultivation.

Daoxing: 100 years (2.9/30,000)

After a few hours, Wang Zijia's state recovered, and he stopped practicing.

I pulled out the map and identified the nearest demon stronghold.

The mana gathered like quicksand, and at the same time, the flesh and blood on the surface of the body also began to squirm, and Wang Zijia's body shrank rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a big man in the iron tower to a thin old man who was not young, his face was full of wrinkles, and his body was slightly rickety.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia nodded with satisfaction, set off again, and continued to start the work he was passionate about: washing the floor and picking up (harmonious) corpses.

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For two days in a row, Wang Zijia was moving towards the next spiritual resource point, while keeping an eye on the places where demons and ghosts gathered along the way.

"+99 Value!"

Wang Zijia came to a ruined city again, picking up all kinds of minced meat from the battlefield, extracting pollution, and throwing the remaining pieces of meat to the five ghosts.

Suddenly, a little bit of ghost aura was permeated, and the chubby Sanwa who was sent by Wang Zijia to investigate the situation in the city emerged from the void, and her body quickly materialized from the illusion, and she gestured to Wang Zijia for a while.

"You say there's anyone else in the city?" Wang Zijia asked suspiciously.

"Wow, wow!" The three babies nodded for a while, constantly gesturing.

"Still fighting?" Wang Zijia said in surprise.

"Wow wow!"

"Hit hard?" With doubts, Wang Zijia jumped on a ruined building and glanced around the city, not only did he not perceive the slightest mana fluctuation, but he didn't even see a little smoke and dust.

In such a dead and silent city with no people, how could the battle not be discovered by him?

With doubts, Wang Zijia jumped off the street again and said to Sanwa: "Lead the way ahead!" ”

When Sanwa heard this, a little ghost aura filled the air, and as soon as her body shook, she turned into a ghost and floated forward.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene with some envy. With the blessing of the five ghosts, he can also fly as a ghost under normal circumstances, but the method is incomplete, and he can't use it for many functions.

The physical blessings alone are barely enough, for example, the metamorphosis recovery power of the evil seed can't be fully blessed, let alone ghosting!

As soon as the thought flickered, the quicksand-like mana on the surface of his body fluctuated slightly, and his figure disappeared in place.

After completing the concealment, Wang Zijia lifted his breath and quickly followed the footsteps of the third baby, and several ghosts around him guarded Wang Zijia forward.

After sneaking for about a few minutes, the third baby who was leading the way in front suddenly stopped and pointed to a barely intact building in the ruins.

'Isn't it a fight?' ’

Wang Zijia was stunned, looked at the deserted attic that was still quiet, and carefully touched it with doubts.

"Crackling ······"

"Hmmm······"

(End of chapter)