Since he went to the lower realm, counting all the days inside and outside the forbidden area, the top sky is only three or April, but the feeling of the whole person is completely different from when he lived a cautious life in the upper realm.

Whether it is in cultivation or bearing, it is completely different.

In addition, he is now eighteen years old, which is the time when a person is the youngest and most vigorous, and the domineering, unsheathed sword edge, the feeling of self-esteem, makes people feel it at a glance.

Well, in layman's terms, he has been in the rookie flock for a long time, and he is a bit self-aggrandizing.

Fortunately, it is still in the normal range.

Wang Zijia looked at the people below for a moment, and said indifferently: "Do you all know the cause and harm of today's incident?" ”

It was not a loud voice, but it spread throughout the square.

"Immortal Venerable, we already understand the stakes!"

The monks replied in unison.

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "In this way, this seat will no longer talk nonsense, I hope you will do your best." Otherwise, when this treacherous realm spreads, the Qinglian Realm will really have a danger of extinction! ”

The hearts of the monks were all in unison, although they had already received a notice from the Holy Land and knew what was going on.

But the same words, coming out of the mouth of the Immortal Venerable, the effect is naturally different.

Some of the monks who had just entered the sacrificial wine were even a little flustered.

Wang Zijia did not continue to say more, but turned his hand, a page fell apart, and thousands of pills fell down.

Everyone looked at the pill in front of them, and their faces were puzzled.

"This pill is specially developed for this trick domain in order to prevent you from being tricky, and unconsciously turned into a divine sculpture." After Wang Zijia distributed the pill, he said indifferently.

When the people below heard this, some hesitated, some turned their hands and put them away, and some ate them directly.

Even if his name as a Transcendent Immortal Venerable has reached the current level, there are still many people with different attitudes, which is inevitable in the cultivation world.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene indifferently, and did not force everyone to eat, but said indifferently: "To eat or not to eat, it is up to you." But when the time comes, don't say that my Demon Suppression Sect instigated everyone to come to death, I, the Immortal Venerable, can just wait for death or life regardless of it! ”

The casual attitude, the indifferent tone, and the indifferent look made everyone below pause.

Most of them chose to take medicine at first, a small number still wanted to wait, some were not at ease, and a few wanted to study what kind of elixir it was, which could actually put an end to the curse of the forbidden land.

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Wang Zijia sensed the completion of many demon seeds, and was in a slight trance for a moment.

In the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, the dense human skin clones that used blood to make this month began to find their goals and went to the corresponding Sea of Knowledge.

Each of these paper figures has a corresponding person in charge, who is responsible for exchanging the other party's curse.

Because Wang Zijia didn't consume any strength, it was made by a simple little bit of blood, so their strength was extremely weak, and they beat three or five ordinary people in the outside world at most.

The monk can kill a group in one go.

But in the sea of chaotic knowledge, they are no less than the role of the equivalent balance, after all, they are equivalent to the extension of the power of the scale.

Feeling the paper figures in place, Wang Zijia couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

The sacrificial refinement of the third weight, the role of the parchment paper clone, is completely worthy of the torture that Wang Zijia suffered before!

With it, Wang Zijia already has the capital to form a top-level force, and even the legendary Heavenly Court God List is estimated to be nothing more than that!

Looking at the fifty or sixty paper figures left in the Sea of Chaos Consciousness, because it was made one-on-one according to the invitation list, Wang Zijia could see at a glance which ones had not taken medicine.

He didn't pay attention to this, but left the Chaos Consciousness Sea directly.

In the outside world, Wang Zijia was in a trance for a moment, and then said: "In this case, you will follow this seat and go to the forbidden place to find out!" ”

With that, Wang Zijia stepped out of Lingyanlan's back and walked towards the outskirts of the city.

Mo Yunzi and the three deputy masters followed, and Lingyan Lan also turned into a palm-sized firesparrow to follow.

Later, thousands of demon suppression disciples flew out of the paper house palace, all of whom were sacrificial wine disciples, but at least half of them had broken through under the tide of spiritual energy a few months ago.

The crowd in the square below also flew up in unison, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

For a time, more than 10,000 retreats flew up, as if a group of immortals were soaring.

When you leave the town and just come to the outskirts, you can see sparse sculptures.

What makes people feel chilled is that most of these sculptures are lifelike and dressed in ordinary costumes. There are merchants, there are peasant women, apparently they were converted before.

In a large area of ordinary sculptures, you can occasionally see a two- or three-meter-high clay fetal god statue standing, like the king in the sculpture.

Obviously, these are the guys who ran out of the mysterious forbidden area.

Compared with lifelike life-size sculptures, these sculptures look very fake, clay sculptures, but they inexplicably make people feel chills.

Wang Zijia flew in the air, his eyes flashed with a different kind of aura, and under the pupil technique of Sanpin, he saw a different vision.

He saw that in the sculptures that looked like real people, there were sluggish remnant souls, constantly worshipping those clay sculptures.

As it worshipped, wisps of gray air emerged from the top of his head, converging towards those clay sculptures.

As the worship continues, the life-like sculptures become more and more like stone statues, while the clay sculptures exude a strange mood of enjoyment.

Looking up, at the end of the sky, you can see countless gray silk threads looming, converging from all directions of the continent, as if pulled by some strange force, penetrating into the real treacherous realm ahead.

If you guess correctly, these silk threads should be incense beliefs.

As for why he can see it now, it may be the reason for the three grades of the Pupil Technique, or it may be the influence of the incomplete Sealing Talisman Summon, or it may be that he accidentally went to the Chaos Light Sphere Space before, or it may be a combination of these.

"Smash it!"

Wang Zijia only flew forward for a short distance, then stopped his figure and commanded.

Hearing this, the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect moved their hands together, and in a flash, they attacked towards the various sculptures below.

The bigwigs of the other sects lagged behind for a moment before they began to move.

"Boom!"

As the spiritual light fell like rain, more than 10,000 sacrificial wines instantly emptied the suburbs of the city, after all, the sculptures below were not dense, after all, they were discovered relatively early.

After the life-size sculpture was broken up, only a pile of loess was left in its place.

Several clay sculptures were hit, but they also did not escape the end of collapse.

But in Wang Zijia's eyes, he clearly saw that an extremely strange aura rushed out of the broken clay sculpture god fetus, and according to the different degrees of attack, they found the people who attacked it.

Wang Zijia also smashed a sculpture, and a very corrosive but even more strange aura rushed into his body like the pollution of evil seeds.

In other words, it is simply the pollution of evil seeds after the mutation.

Weight: Strange pollution

Status: Contaminating

Value: 23

Introduction: A derivative of the special god and evil domain, which can make people unconsciously turn into a sculpture, and then die without disappearing, providing incense for them day and night, until they have poured everything out.

Wang Zijia looked at this weight, which was exchanged by the paper man in the sea of chaotic knowledge, and sensed that the rest of the disciples were also exchanged, Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

And many disciples around him also found that after smashing the sculpture, they were able to improve their cultivation slightly, and they were all amazed.

Some don't know why, and they still talk out in confusion.

"The pill developed by this seat is not just one that can only prevent trickery!"

Wang Zijia said so, which made many people stunned, and then one by one, the monks of various sects who were like grinding foreign workers before, their eyes burst out with a strong light.

Without Wang Zijia's orders, they scattered directly one by one, and while following Wang Zijia forward, they turned to find the clay sculpture fetus to smash.

In this way, more than 10,000 sacrificial wines, like locusts crossing the border, smashed all the way from the edge of the outskirts of the city to the gate of the mysterious forbidden area.

A wall blocked the way of the crowd.

The wall is more than ten meters high, and there is a green tile-like rain structure on the top, which looks like the Taoist temple wall in the water countryside in the south of the Yangtze River.

It would be even better if it wasn't more than 10 meters tall and there was no end in sight.

A huge dilapidated courtyard gate appeared in the eyes of everyone.

I don't know where the gate has disappeared, only the dilapidated door frame remains, and through the gate, you can see that there is a huge Taoist temple inside.

As we got closer to the courtyard wall, the flight became more and more difficult, and from time to time someone fell to the ground.

Wang Zijia floated to the door, and had to fall.

The Mysterious Forbidden Zone is completely incapable of flying, which is the fundamental law of this Mysterious Domain!

The three deputy sect leaders, Mo Yunzi, and Lingyan Lan, who were wrapped by Wang Zijia, also followed and fell to the gate of the courtyard.

Wang Zijia looked up at the courtyard door, raised his foot and stepped in.

Seeing this, everyone behind him followed in unison and rushed in.

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When he passed through the gate, Wang Zijia felt a not-so-strong spatial fluctuation, and when he came back to his senses, he had already changed the world.

This is a huge Taoist temple, covering a huge area, which should be an integral part of the original Qinglian Sword Sect, such as the temple of the Shinto system.

This is a huge range of sects, not in the traditional sense of the previous life, and it covers an area of half a mountain.

Its area is initially estimated to be at least twice the size of the current Demon Suppression Sect.

There are hundreds of large and small peaks, on which you can faintly see a variety of Taoist temples, and it is not clear whether there are statues of gods standing in the temples.

In addition to the view, there are also various statues standing in various places on hundreds of mountain peaks.

Similar to the suburbs of the city, it is divided into lifelike lifelike sculptures and clay statues of gods with strange painting styles, and many life-like gray and white sculptures have cracked.

In Wang Zijia's eyes, you can see that on the heavenly dome, countless incense threads gathered from the mainland have turned into more than 60 strands here, which have penetrated into some Taoist temples in some mountain peaks.

When the wisps of smoke, like a mist diffusing from the Taoist temple, have already changed from incense to strange atmosphere.

(End of chapter)