The next moment, Zhuo Xiaokuan, who was watching Wang Zijia's methods, stiffened, and he was shocked to find that in an instant, the Gu worm he had completely planted was actually out of control.

Immediately, he saw that the feminine man's skin was wriggling, and under the pores, insect eggs like white powder were constantly excreted.

In an instant, it didn't matter.

"Alright, split up and wait for my signal!"

Wang Zijia ignored the stunned Zhuo Xiaokuan, and then took the feminine man and floated away.

Zhuo Xiaokuan waited for Wang Zijia to disappear, and then beckoned, and the Gu worms that were discharged flew back into his hands, feeling that there was nothing abnormal.

However, this is more terrifying than having an anomaly.

After all, if you don't seize control of his Gu worm, you can easily get rid of his Gu worm's means, which is too terrifying!

······

Wang Zijia transformed into the appearance of a feminine man, and according to the general information obtained, he took the feminine man and quickly crossed the peaks and came to the inner gate peaks in the eastern district.

Stopped in a mountain cave.

"Meet the Master!"

"Master, you're back from the feast!"

"Father, you're back!"

“······”

As soon as Wang Zijia came to the cave, a number of women came out, and they came to Wang Zijia with fear and expectation.

There are not many rules for seeing the ceremony, but his eyes are like silk, his eyes are full of spring, and he looks at him with affection, and two of them are directly entangled.

'Even if you raise a double cultivation furnace, you can understand it by planting a love slave law seal. ’

But why did you become a disciple all of them? ’

'Wait, what did I just hear, your name is Father?' Why are you also entangled and in estrus? ’

'Is this the kind of weird fetish that plays games like to be called daddy?' ’

'Occasional play can be called fun, you are doing this in the cave, it's a bit perverted! ’

'Is this guy having such a good time?' ’

Wang Zijia felt strange for a while, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and his mana was slightly agitated, directly blocking the group of demon girls who wanted to break his Dao heart like a soft-footed snake. Cold Voice:

"I'm a little tired today!"

All the demon girls trembled, and two of them trembled under his cold words, and they went straight to the tide.

Wang Zijia: "······"

Wang Zijia twitched in her heart, and glanced at the demon girl with a blank face.

The demon girl's face was flushed, and she looked at Wang Zijia with a confused face!

At least this love slave seal has penetrated deep into the soul, and it has been abused with special fetishes!

Sure enough, it's a demon demon!

One by one, you will know the bad Dao heart of this seat!

Ignoring the undetectable restlessness in his heart, Wang Zijia directly left a group of demon girls and entered the cave.

This is a more traditional retro mountain cave house, but the decoration, lamp holders, furniture and so on, are all composed of white bones, some are human bones, and some are strange animal bones.

Coupled with the cave environment, it is already a bit gloomy.

Together, these painting styles make the entire cave house look deeply ghostly. With a group of demon girls with warblers and swallows, the standard is a magic kiln.

Quickly found the cultivation room, Wang Zijia turned on the retreat mode, as if the night banquet was too rich.

After opening the formation, Wang Zijia turned his hand and got the feminine man out again.

The man's face was glazed, like a puppet, standing in place.

He first escaped into his Chaos Consciousness Sea, looked at the many weights, and exchanged some control for his backhand.

Good guys, quite a few, a full five means.

Once you're sure there's nothing wrong with it.

Exiting the sea of knowledge, between the fluctuations of mana throughout his body, countless runes converged on his fingertips.

In the next moment, Wang Zijia stretched out his hand and gently touched the center of the feminine man's eyebrows.

The man's face twitched instantly, and small grimaces appeared on the surface of his body from time to time, as if there was something in his body that was about to come out because of too much pain.

Of course, it's not that he has a rebellion ritual, he is not only planted with demons at the moment, but also by leather demons, and the true immortal is not saved when he comes.

It's an instinctive reaction that is too painful, like rolling on the ground.

Even though it was so painful, he still stood in place, letting Wang Zijia cast the spell, that is, those burial ghosts in his body, constantly struggling in his body, obviously suffering from the same soul refining pain.

As the runes from Wang Zijia's fingertips rushed in, pictures quickly flashed in his eyes.

In the eye, there are white flowers, surrounded by a group of demon girls, above, below, all of them are served, and their faces are still slapped by the murder weapon, depressed and difficult to breathe.

It was as if he had entered a snake pile, full of white flowers, all people.

And so on······ How do I see the other sticks?

Why aren't they all women?!

Wang Zijia, who was originally going to criticize the other party's memory, instantly became a spirit.

"What the hell?"

decisively broke away from the immersive soul search and changed it to a movie-watching soul search.

The main thing is that it's too exciting!

It's just a big back and cotton, this Nima, in the one hundred and eight styles I learned in my previous life, there is no such exciting thing!

It's just a matter of exchanging and learning between the brothers and sisters, and this is also a group of people, plus a group of servants to discuss the Tao together, which is also too ······

Sure enough, it is a demon of the Demon Gate, how can such an iron-like Dao heart as the Poor Dao be disturbed by your in-depth Dao exchanges?

I didn't immerse myself in it anymore, but searched for it with a critical gaze as if I was watching a movie.

Ji Qi, the descendant of the Funeral Spirit Sect's Worry-free Divine Monarch, the cultivation of the late stage of the real person, is specially responsible for raising the ancestors and looking for the descendants of the furnace, which is quite favored.

And this guy is a hungry ghost, and he still doesn't care about standard meat and vegetables.

Therefore, among the brothers, it has attracted a lot of attention.

I am often invited by senior sisters and brothers to discuss the Tao in depth.

Well, the Sanssouci Mountain vein of the Sanssouci Divine Monarch is somewhat of a shadow of the Demon Gate, and he likes God (harmony) to intersect.

Because of this, gender or something, the card is a little loose, and I like to talk together, a group of snakes are entangled.

For when God (harmoniously) intersects, two people have only two joys, but ten people have ten happiness, like bliss on earth.

As the information passed, Wang Zijia gradually understood his identity, but more of it was a variety of argumentative battles that subverted the three views.

"Alas, I'm still young! I thought I had a lot of resources! ”

"It seems that compared to the demons who are good at this path in the Demon Gate, I am just an entry-level Dao boy!"

"Wait, what the hell is this?"

When Wang Zijia's thoughts flew to retrieve the other party's memory, the other party was extremely impressed, and a soul appeared in a comfortable picture.

It was a huge discussion meeting, in which dozens of men and women were dancing wildly, but the core person was not him, but the Worry-Free Divine Monarch.

The white flowers are one after another, everyone is deeply entangled, the battle is fierce and abnormal, and they are extremely happy.

But······ This guy is a descendant of a worry-free old ghost!

This ······ This is also too meaty and vegetarian······

Well?

In the next moment, Wang Zijia, who searched for souls, decisively sealed this discussion.

Without it, this argument is a pit!

In other words, it is an alternative mental imprint spell, which can not only protect the disciples' minds, but also be used as a counterattack, squatting and waiting for soul-seekers like Wang Zijia to come to the door.

Those who are idle, rashly get in, may be enslaved by the memory of the gods, and become slaves who only know the Tao.

And this method is extremely obscure, Wang Zijia didn't find it when he checked the weight just now.

The main thing is that this is a kind of memory and cognitive infection, which belongs to the advanced means of special mental and spiritual paths, and it is not at all like those crude things.

"Something!" Wang Zijia was a lot more careful, and at the same time put away his contempt.

The demon cultivators who dare to take sin as the source and repeatedly jump sideways on the edge of madness, there is no simple one who can become a Dao Divine Monarch.

Wang Zijia carefully retrieved the other party's memories, mainly focusing on the Worry-Free Divine Monarch and the Sect Protector Array.

For a moment, when Wang Zijia finished the search, his brows furrowed slightly.

"The Array Eye is actually in the forbidden land? And not in a specialized formation department? ”

"Is this the fundamental difference between the Dao Gate and the Demon Gate?"

"That's right, this kind of fate, the big guys don't feel at ease to hand it over to others!"

"However, this is a bit tricky, this guy is not qualified to enter the forbidden land, and there is no way to sneak in."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Zijia thought of a good way.

With a quick flip of his hands, countless runes poured into Ji Qi's body in front of him like a tide, constantly refining him.

With Wang Zijia's current cultivation, don't be too easy to perform the prosthetic sacrifice refining method and refine a real prosthesis.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ji Qi's consciousness was completely extinguished by Wang Zijia.

Everything else, including souls, cause and effect, was refined into a prosthesis by Wang Zijia's sacrifice.

His body was like a piece of skin, draped on Wang Zijia's body.

Wang Zijia has completely become Ji Qi himself, not to mention that the infant god god is here, and the big man of the catastrophe may not be able to see the authenticity when he comes.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia checked himself for a moment.

This season's rest is just that, there is a pair of pseudo-magic weapons under his feet, and the function of this magic weapon is curious.

The core function is actually to support the feet, not the function of escape.

retrieved his memory, only to find the reason for this pseudo-magic weapon, and the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously.

"Sure enough, it's the Adversary!"

Wang Zijia muttered, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he got up and walked out of the room.

"Master, you're out of the customs so soon!"

"Huh, does my father-in-law need to take a bath?"

“······”

As soon as he came out, he was surrounded by a group of demon girls waiting outside, looking at him with spring eyes, wanting to talk to him.

It's not because of how handsome he is this season, it's completely because these demon girls are all heavily enslaved, and they are still very bad, and their minds are almost full of thoughts about talking to him.

Wang Zijia moved again without making a trace, swinging away the entangled demon girls.

"There is something in this seat, I have to go to the ancestor!"

Although these demon girls are in estrus all the time, at least they are still sensible. Hearing this, Qi Qi sobered up for a moment, and didn't dare to be entangled for half a minute.

Wang Zijia quickly left the cave and headed towards the top of the mountain.

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The Burial Spirit Sect is a situation of mountains, especially in the Eastern District, where all the gods have at least one or several mountains of their own.

Each hill has its own distinct faction. This is much clearer than the distinction between the major factions of Wanyu's various veins.

Wanyu's veins are also different from the Dao, and each vein is deeply entangled, and it is impossible to draw it completely and clearly.

But the situation of the Demon Gate is completely different, because most of the exercises in the Demon Gate have a back door, and even a complete furnace Ding Gong method, and the ultimate goal of cultivation is to refine oneself to the master into a perfect medicine.

Most of the veins that they have cultivated themselves are completely their own granary.

Therefore, the factions of the Demon Gate have a natural, physical difference.

Sanssouci Mountain is a small lineage of the Burial Spirit Sect.

When Wang Zijia flew to the top of the mountain, he saw that in many buildings, there were people who talked about the road during the day, and talked about the road in the open air. What's more, when he saw Wang Zijia passing by, he asked him to join on the spot.

This is ······ Magic Kiln!

Hum!

Don't want to mess with the heart of this seat, this seat is hard-hearted!

When he came to the main hall of the palace of the Worry-free Old Ancestor, Wang Zijia saw a white flower again.

The pink curtains are everywhere, the fragrant wind is blowing in the nose, and many people are sinking in the Tao.

"It's a little bit of a child, do you miss the ancestor?"

In the next moment, Wang Zijia felt that his whole body was hot, and an illusory shadow was entangled like a snake.

Qianying wrapped around him, reached out and picked Wang Zijia's chin, making him raise his head.

The cold, smooth touch stimulated his nerves, and his whole body was subjected to high stimulation.

I was slightly frightened, my face showed a little nervousness, but my eyes were full of intoxication and fanaticism.

"Gollum!"

Wang Zijia swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said nervously: "Old, ancestor, grandson has something important to report." ”

Between the words, he deliberately glanced at the senior brothers and sisters in the main hall.

"Is that so? Then come to my room, it's been a long time since a certain family has taken a closer look at you and guided you to practice! ”

After the shadow wrapped around his body like a snake dropped a sentence, it disappeared without a trace, and Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time, his face was full of surprise and fanaticism.

After looking at the brothers and sisters who were still discussing the Tao, he turned around and walked towards the side of the main hall.

Walk through several temples and step into a large pink hall.

Before entering the main hall, Wang Zijia stopped, carefully took off his shoes, and stepped in barefoot.

This is the taboo of the Carefree Divine Monarch, and those who come here are not allowed to wear shoes.

Well, it's very likely that Sanssouci Shenjun has a deep foot fetish!

The reason for his favor this season is that he has a pair of good-looking feet, the kind for men.

That's right, it's not because Ji Qi is so talented and sensible, the fundamental reason is that his feet have grown so much that the ancestor likes them since he was a child.

specially gave this pair of pseudo-magic weapon-level boots under his feet to protect them.

······

Stepping barefoot into the main hall, the touch is not cold, but as if stepping on velvet.

The entire hall is paved with a carpet made of the special fur of the second-grade demon beast, which is extremely comfortable to the touch and convenient to discuss anytime and anywhere.

In the main hall, there are still all kinds of pink tulle curtains, and the breeze is fluttering, and the fragrant breeze is slow, which sets off the surrounding places.

(End of chapter)