Kuang Weiping, who roared violently, stopped his painful expression, looked at Wang Zijia with a cold, emotionless gaze in his eyes indifferently.

Name: Kuang Weiping

Spiritual Root: Medium-grade Demon Spiritual Root (Demon Transformation)

Cultivation: Acquired entry

Power: 3 years (3/100)

Exercises: Basic Yue Lin Knife

Available Value: 23945 (Demonic Influence)

Demon Spirit Root: Transformed from the ordinary Golden Spirit Root, it can absorb pollution to a certain extent, and is extremely resistant to various demon path pollution. But at the same time, it is also very easy to affect the mind, either to become a peerless demon or to become a demon killer.

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Looking at the other party's information, Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, and at the same time that the Heart Dao Law successfully prevented the other party from entering the demon, by chance, he actually created a special physique.

In addition to the spiritual root, mortals actually have tens of thousands of values!

It is equivalent to having the potential of a peak boy overnight, but the pain brought by this power ······

In the middle of his thoughts, Wang Zijia raised his hand to disarm the other party's mental spell, removed his absolute calm state and said:

"Give you two choices, either I will kill you and end your current suffering, which can be regarded as freeing you, or give you a chance to take revenge."

Even after Kuang Weiping lost the blessing of the Taishang Purification Method, he still looked at Wang Zijia with an indifferent face, without the slightest joy of being saved.

Hearing Wang Zijia's words, his expression fluctuated, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Revenge? ”

"This is a man-made disaster, a disaster raised by the disciples of the Demon Gate Bone Soul Concept!" Wang Zijia said indifferently.

"Please give the Immortal Method!" Kuang Weiping immediately came to his senses, and suddenly knelt down in front of Wang Zijia, kowtowing constantly.

Wang Zijia shook his head and waved his hand to stop him from continuing.

threw a paper clone to his Chaos Consciousness Sea, and entered a shadow talisman summon, but after only opening the contribution mechanism, he said indifferently:

"The opportunity to ascend to heaven has been given to you, but the path of cultivation needs to be found by yourself, and it is up to you to go to what extent."

"Of course, if you end up going astray and going down the devil's path and aiding in the abuse, then this opportunity will be your last talisman."

After that, Wang Zijia didn't pay attention to it anymore and floated up.

In the final analysis, it's just because of the other party's experience that Wang Zijia was a little touched, so he just did it!

Kuang Weiping looked at Wang Zijia who was leaving blankly, feeling the list that suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as the information that he could make contributions and improve his cultivation by obtaining pollution and treasures, his eyes gradually became firm.

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"Father, shall we move on?" Above the city, on the jade shuttle, Chu Ziyu asked.

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "This is the third catastrophic city we have encountered in the Chengde Dynasty, the style is the same, the siege of the city and the cultivation of evil, in order to refine the human pill." ”

"There should be a real-life demon mixed in, if you don't deal with it, when the sect's support arrives, it is estimated that most of this country will be abolished."

"So what do we do now? Nationwide search? Chu Ziyu asked.

"Go to the national capital!" Wang Zijia ordered.

When Chu Ziyu heard this, he stopped talking, turned his direction, and headed towards the capital of this dynasty.

Along the way, Wang Zijia encountered a lot of catastrophic cities, and his mood was a little heavy.

After ten years of hurrying, Wang Zijia clearly felt the reaction given by the Demon Gate.

The beginning of turmoil in various dynasties was obviously the initial response of the Bone Soul View to the previous events.

This is only to activate its undercover personnel, as well as its side doors and demons.

The situation will only get worse when the two sides officially start to contact each other and lose their scruples and bottom line.

No matter how the sect takes precautions, if the bone soul is determined to adopt man-made disaster methods like the current one, the entire northern part of Wanyu Sect, many dynasties and ordinary people, the situation will definitely be extremely erosive.

The standard demonic calamity is everywhere, until the lives are destroyed!

After all, most of the Demon Gate monks will pollute with both hands, without any scruples, without any lower limit, and the harm is really difficult to control.

It is more difficult to prevent than the covering bombing of the previous life!

Alas!

In which world's war, in the end, it is always the people at the bottom who suffer!

Ordinary people will not win, only lose!

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Chengde Dynasty, Imperial Capital, Qintianjian Headquarters.

Its emperor Emperor Lin Dedi was taken by the Qintian Prison Supervisor, and personally came to the door, came to the Immortal Spirit Hall with an anxious face, and asked the three town guard immortals:

"Three immortals, someone came to report just now, and the four cities have lost contact, how should this be good!"

The three people in the fairy hall sit high in the fairy hall, two men and one woman, the men are all old, their beards and hair are white, although their appearance is ordinary, but their temperament is good, and some of the fairy wind bones have the posture of a master.

The woman is like a widow in her thirties and forties, her charm is still there, and she is ripe. The whole body is full of different styles.

When the three of them heard the emperor's inquiry, they all frowned.

The three of them are the disciples of this dynasty, and Dong Chengye, the leader, is the peak wine sacrifice monk of Wanyu Sect, who is old, has no hope of breaking through, and is unsatisfactory in the sect, so he simply chooses to be sent abroad.

There are two people left, the woman Nie Xianyu is the largest local sect in this dynasty, the elder of the town guard, and she cultivated in the later stage of the sacrificial wine.

The man Shangguan Qijiang is a member of the first-class affiliated sect under the Wanyu Sect, and he is the top faction of several surrounding dynasties.

Under Wan Yuzong, most of the guards of many dynasties are in this mode.

It is mainly composed of disciples of Wanyu Sect, supplemented by local forces.

Of course, the premise is that there must be disciples of Wanyu Sect sent down here.

"Senior Brother Shangguan, can your sect send a real uncle first?" Dong Chengye, a disciple of Wanyu at the head, looked at Shangguan Qijiang and said:

"This demon disaster is very likely to be the fault of the real people of the Demon Gate, with a few of us, trying to find out this demon demon is tantamount to a fool's dream!"

Shangguan Qijiang, who was affiliated with the sect, immediately shook his head and said, "I sent another message to the sect this morning, and several senior uncles couldn't pull away at all!" ”

Nie Xianyu of the local sect looked at Dong Chengye and said, "Senior brother, hasn't the real person of Wanyu Sect arrived yet?" ”

"How can it be so fast, don't say that the sect has been busy these days, even in normal times, it will take ten days to arrive, so let's only report it for three days." Dong Chengye replied.

"So what now? If this continues, this dynasty will have to be abolished, and then we will be able to guard the task ······." Shangguan Qijiang frowned.

During the discussion between the three of them, the emperor on the side looked anxiously, but he couldn't interject at all.

"The local town guard disciple is here quickly!"

When the three of them were at a loss, an indifferent sound suddenly fell from the nine heavens and spread throughout the palace.

The voice is not loud, but it is deafening.

"Huh?"

"What is this?"

"Reinforcement arrived?"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and when they looked at each other, one of them flashed, went out of the attic, and looked into the distance.

At a glance, I saw that above the core hall of the Imperial Palace, there was a blood-colored jade shuttle, and there were two immortal figures standing on it.

Before the three of them moved, they saw that the people above the jade shuttle also discovered them.

The blood flashed, and in the next moment, it came to the top of their heads.

"You're the guardian disciple here?" Wang Zijia floated down from the jade shuttle in the image of a demon boy and an old man, suspended in front of everyone, looked at the three of them and asked.

Chu Ziyu turned into a young man and followed behind Wang Zijia like a servant.

For the sake of simplicity and simplicity, the colorful light of the divine wheel loomed behind Wang Zijia, and the overwhelming momentum made several people tremble.

'God····· Divine Monarch ?!!! ’

The three of them felt the pressure of Wang Zijia's divine monarch, and they all froze in place.

"What did your father ask you?" Chu Ziyu frowned slightly and looked at the three of them, his eyes finally fell on Dong Chengye, and said, "You are a disciple of Wanyu Sect, right?" ”

The three of them woke up in shock, knelt down in fear, and said, "Disciple Dong Chengye, I didn't know that the Divine Monarch was here in person, and I missed the distance, so please forgive me!" ”

"The junior Shangguan Qijiang (Nie Xianyu), see the senior."

At this moment, the emperor also followed, and when he saw this, he was also surprised and said, "I have seen this Divine Monarch!" ”

Wang Zijia nodded indifferently, didn't care about any etiquette, and went straight to the point: "This seat happened to be passing by, let's talk about the situation here!" ”

After the three of them got up, they glanced at each other, and Dong Chengye said: "Back to Shenjun's words, five days ago, a disciple came to report, and suddenly a city lost contact. ”

"After the disciples and others went in person, they found that the city was forbidden by the formation. After the disciples spent a little time trying to break through it, what they saw was the ruins of a dead city, and there was not half a living thing. ”

"The resentment in the city has not been dispersed for a long time, and the pollution is extremely strong, and it is suspected that it was refined into a pill by the demon Dao, and the altar was opened as a sacrifice."

"Then I received reports one after another, and in just five days, more than 30 cities have fallen, of which seven or eight have been empty."

Wang Zijia frowned when he heard this, and said: "In other words, you don't want to say that you have found clues now, and you can't even be sure if it is a man-made disaster?" ”

Dong Chengye cautiously said in fear: "So the disciple waited for three days before reporting." ”

Wang Zijia frowned, he didn't hold him accountable or anything, and learned about his dead city for a while, but as a result, several people didn't know as much as him.

"I'll point out the locations of several cities that have been affected by the disaster." Wang Zijia flipped his hand, and a fully virtual map appeared.

Several people immediately stepped forward and began to sketch.

In a moment, in the dull eyes of everyone, I saw Wang Zijia, who was exactly the same, rushing out of his body, turning into streamers and flying towards the sky.

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The northern part of the imperial capital, the North Acropolis.

A hunchbacked old man, with a lame donkey-faced young man and a pock-faced short and fat woman, sat by an attic, admiring the street scene of people coming and going.

The hunchbacked old man's face was old and ugly, with only a few sparse hairs left, and a mouth full of yellow teeth.

There was a skull crutch beside him, his back was very hunched, and a huge bulge under his clothes, as if he had another head.

The lame donkey-faced young man looks touching, with an identity of only one meter five, a body width of one meter two or three, a weight estimate of two hundred, and a woman with a pockmarked face is a perfect match.

(End of chapter)