Under the pull of a strange force, Wang Zijia's idea came to a pure white world.

It seems infinitely large and infinitely small.

"Welcome to the Immortal Venerable Realm for the first time, do you need to set your initial identity and disguise your face?"

A delicate and perfect girl appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

A princess dress, long purple hair, and a lively 'Hatsune Miku' appeared in front of you!

Wang Zijia: "······"

Isn't it a bit of a dick-level mistake to set the machine spirit like this at the beginning!

As an artificial intelligence in the ethereal realm, serve the general public!

His strange × habits of the Immortal Venerable should be known to all the disciples by now!

The ghost knows that the mechanical intelligence of the god is such a development route!

Embarrassed!

"Don't set, don't modify, so be it!" Wang Zijia suppressed the messy thoughts in his heart, put the embarrassment behind him, and whispered.

The next moment, Wang Zijia felt a somewhat familiar and strange sense of travel, what special world the Yuan Shen had passed through, which was completely different from the illusion void that entered the sect.

This world, as if it really exists, is somewhere between the virtual and the real!!

It's not pure fantasy!

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After a while, Wang Zijia saw the boundless sea of clouds, countless floating islands suspended in the sky, and countless monks and mortals were living in them.

But isn't he a little big at the moment? Heaven and earth, like a giant god who opens the sky!

And the moment he appeared, a dazzling divine light emanated from his body, and the whole world celebrated his arrival.

For a moment, a special feeling came over him, as if he could shape the world in any way he wanted, like a creator god.

This huge movement alarmed the countless people who were mixed in the floating island, some were surprised, and some even started to kowtow directly.

"Why are you making such a big fuss!" Wang Zijia was speechless and manually turned off these special effects.

There are some aspects of this machine spirit that are still not completely perfected, which is the fundamental difference between mechanical intelligence and traditional intelligence.

After reining in the movement, Wang Zijia quietly entered the floating islands.

All kinds of floating islands are strange, such as the saint's dojo, the fairy palace, the ghost city and the dungeon, and the secret realm of the mysterious realm.

For hundreds of years, people have made all kinds of legendary wonders here, and countless people have lived in it.

After getting acquainted with the world for a moment, Wang Zijia showed a surprised expression.

This ethereal realm seems to be more suitable for him to unite the forces of all parties today and use it to shape a headquarters.

Whether it's forced or easy to enter!

Because to enter the Ethereal Realm, you only need to be able to connect to the 'server'!

Idol clones and demon-seeding people can be used as signal receiving base stations!

Compared to the Duobao Realm, not only can you make a higher force here, but it is also more traceless.

"What an unexpected surprise!"

Time passed in a hurry as Wang Zijia was constantly familiar with the various changes in the Qinglian Realm.

In the blink of an eye, it was a month.

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The old continent, the core continent of the Qinglian Realm, and the current breeding base, are among the Qinglian Continent.

Wang Zijia once again came to the first forbidden place, in front of the forbidden area of life.

The Qinglian Realm is now his base camp, and even when he becomes an immortal, his strength is enough, and the foundation of the Dao system is solid, he plans to practice the Realm Swallowing Method.

Therefore, on the side of the couch, how can the beast be allowed to sleep soundly?

Well, the premise is that it can be solved, but it can't be solved, just sleep and sleep, and there will be no shortage of meat?!

Monks, when the bottom line is not involved, the standard must be flexible enough!

It's a matter of life, there's no shame!

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This time, there were also a group of holy land bigwigs, all of whom were looking at the world shrouded in gray fog in front of them for a while.

"Huh? You've explored it quite a few times, right? Wang Zijia looked at it for a moment and said in surprise.

All the disciples were stunned for a moment, and in an instant, they all stared at Zong Bixue.

Only this deviant and rebellious guy can violate the ban of the Immortal Venerable and explore quietly.

"Immortal Venerable forgiveness, the demons in the disciple's captivity, in recent years, somehow, occasionally go crazy and rush in." Zong must learn such a way back.

"So, what news did these crazy people bring back to you!" Wang Zijia didn't poke anything, but said with a smile.

Zong Bixue said with sweat on his forehead: "No, no, there is no news." ”

"Then get two more fierce beasts over, and this seat will also be stimulated, and see the result of going crazy." Wang Zijia said.

Zong Bixue's face froze, thinking that Wang Zijia was going to ask the teacher for guilt, so he immediately knelt down and said: "The disciple is guilty!" ”

"Literally, let you get two guys over." Wang Zijia shook his head and said:

"You're all a holy lord, what's the sin of doing this? Of course, if you make a big mess, you will have to bear the sin yourself! ”

Zong Bixue was stunned, and he once again had a recognition of the openness of this Immortal Venerable. Immediately, his mind moved slightly.

"Knock knock!"

"Roar!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the breeding garden outside, and several huge beasts ran and rushed towards this side, roaring at everyone.

Zong Bixue raised his hand and moved slightly, and a few fierce beasts that were barely sacrificing wine were imprisoned and detained in front of Wang Zijia.

"Immortal Venerable, these fierce beast disciples can only be roughly controlled, and they can't obey their words like spirit beasts."

Wang Zijia didn't care, looked at several tall fierce beasts in front of him, and finally looked at a deformed demon wolf with a height of three meters, long horns on his head, and six hooves under his body.

Floated to the demon wolf, raised his hand and fed the demon seed to the demon wolf in the form of a special elixir, and after it was completely eroded, Wang Zijia casually threw it in.

The gray mist surged for a moment, and then returned to its original state again.

This time, unlike when he didn't notice it at all, although Wang Zijia still failed to observe any useful information in his Chaos Consciousness Sea, and quickly lost his perception of the demon planter, he felt the difference.

"Did the thing that entered die in an instant? Get infected, change in an instant, or just go in and disappear? ”

"And you can sense death, that is, you should be able to transfer through the Chaos Sea of Consciousness?"

Frowning and pondering for a moment, he once again chose a distorted fierce tiger with raw meat wings on his back, and after completing the demon seeding, Wang Zijia did not throw it directly into it.

Instead, his mind moved, and the fierce tiger's body began to squirm and collapse, as if it was being squeezed by an invisible human skin, and quickly became smaller.

In a moment, when the invisible human skin was completely worn on the fierce tiger's body, another prince Jia appeared.

If it weren't for the deliberate departure of a pair of evil wings, everyone would hardly be able to tell the real from the fake.

After completing the possession of the skin demon clone, Wang Zijia did not escape into its chaotic sea of consciousness as before, in order to peek into its inner scene through the other party's field of vision.

Instead, he separated his thoughts, stayed in the skin demon clone, controlled the body and the body to look at each other, and then his body was tense and stepped into it.

Through the fog, Wang Zijia felt a trance.

The next moment, a rich infestation hit.

Wang Zijia felt a burst of familiarity.

This is ······ Rich incense? ’

It's just a mist of incense, something similar to what his idol transforms, but it's also completely different.

There is the pollution of the fog, and there is also the noisy red dust and toxins of the incense.

The erosion was unusually rapid, like a raging storm.

"Ah······h

"Master Miaodao, save the disciple!"

"Open your eyes, O God!"

With the erosion, there seemed to be countless people in his mind who were roaring, roaring, screaming, praying, and even with Wang Zijia's heart, he fell into a trance.

Fortunately, Wang Zijia had already prepared, and the skin demon red copper weight appeared, quickly exchanging the surging infestation.

But the noise in my mind could not subside.

Because in addition to the various noises when incense is infected, there is also the noise that constantly erodes from the outside.

A large amount of waste information filled his mind, and Wang Zijia couldn't handle it at all, as if he had been forced into hundreds of millions of people, constantly roaring, screaming, and praying in his mind.

"Value +3087!"

"Value +1242!"

“······”

In this process, the failure to complete the treacherous fog of his instantaneous erosion and pollution seems to increase the intensity of erosion.

The next moment, he was wrapped in a raging mist, which continued to invade his body like mercury.

"Immortal Venerable! Spare your life, Immortal Venerable! ”

"Miao Dao Immortal Venerable, save my child!"

"God, what the hell is going on!"

“·······”

With the intensification of the infestation, the various noises that were stuffed into his brain became more crowded, and the skin demon was fine, but this wisp of divine thought was almost unbearable.

"Wave!"

In the next moment, the divine thoughts were washed away by countless thoughts.

Wang Zijia, who had raw wings on his back, trembled for a moment. A human-skin lightning bolt detached from the tiger demon's body, burrowed into its chaotic sea of consciousness, and disappeared without a trace.

And those infestations seem to have found the right master, and directly contaminated the tiger demon, completing the treacherous transformation in an instant, and disappearing without a trace.

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Outside, Wang Zijia suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hmm!"

With a slight muffled snort, his breath fluctuated for a moment, and he obviously suffered a small loss.

"Immortal Venerable!"

"Master!"

"Master, are you alright?"

Everyone felt it and asked nervously.

Wang Zijia waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a wisp of divine thought that has been dispelled." ”

When everyone heard this, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shall we still explore? Why don't you wait for the demarcation of the realm, and the Immortal Venerable will find the true immortals in the sect? Mo Yunzi said.

Although I don't know what kind of cultivation Wang Zijia is, everyone still roughly guessed that Wang Zijia crossed the catastrophe in the sky, and it couldn't be a monk of the Three Realms of Immortals anyway.

Wang Zijia: "······"

True immortals? How dare you think about it!

Wang Zijia waved his hand and said, "It's useless, the energy level of this world is here, no matter who comes, it's the same." In the same level situation, in the entire Wanyu, no one can be stronger than this seat. ”

The tone is indifferent, but it is absolutely confident.

While everyone's hearts were slightly cold, there were also surprises.

The stronger Wang Zijia is, the more beneficial it will be for them to go up.

After all, no matter how they are calculated, they should all be of the Jade Rune lineage.

These days, the preparation for integration is also according to the jade rune vein.

"Besides······ I seem to have figured out something about this! ”

As long as it is confirmed that the perception that can escape at the moment of emergency is not wrong, for Wang Zijia, the door of this forbidden place has been slowly opened!

Wang Zijia ignored everyone's different looks, and came to a fierce beast again, repeating his tricks.

Seed demons, leather demons on the body.

But this time, it was not Shen Nian who lived in his body, but Wang Zijia's baby god.

After preparing everything, Wang Zijia's expression was slightly tense and he walked through the gray mist again and stepped into the seemingly unguarded forbidden land.

It was another trance, and once again I felt the familiar and violent infection.

The smell of incense is strong, but it carries endless madness and treachery, like a treacherous fog. But it is more infecting than the simple infection of the mist transformed by the idol, and the madness of incense.

"Value +5876!"

“······”

As the pollution was exchanged from time to time, that kind of messy, spiritual pollution on another level filled Wang Zijia's mind.

It was as if there were countless people roaring in their heads.

But Wang Zijia, who had been prepared and performed a set of meditation spells on himself in advance, was very calm at the moment.

Although he still didn't have time to probe the situation around him and sense the outside, he was not as tired as the first time.

His mind was still bursting, but Wang Zijia's heart was like a dead silence, without the slightest mood swing, and the ever-increasing pollution was turned into a massive amount of food by him.

However, Wang Zijia's expression was also tense, ready to retreat at any time.

For him, although pollution is food, there is an upper limit to the pollution that any monk can endure, and Wang Zijia is no exception.

If a split second of pollution reaches his limit, then he has no chance to redeem it at all.

"Value +50 million!"

Taoism: A Thousand Years (410 million/500 million)

After about a quarter of an hour, when the infestation reached a certain limit, it subsided without any reason, and did not miss it at all.

Probably.

Sin: There's another stupid lack of doors, it's delicious!

Sin: This bone is a little hard!

Sin: Damn, fangs, you can't bite it!

Sin: So it's not something to eat!

Pollution scolds and walks away, leaving you with a contempt!

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As the pollution stopped invading, the noise in Wang Zijia's mind began to subside.

I don't have to rush into all kinds of things every minute, and although it still feels noisy, I can already free up my energy to look around.

At the moment of perceiving the return, Wang Zijia was excited.

Slippery, crowded, cold, noisy.

The strange touch almost made Wang Zijia blow up.

The pitch-black world is like the deepest part of hell, and countless cold people around it, I don't know if it's corpses or resentful spirits, are crowded with Wang Zijia.

He seemed to be in a ghost ball, constantly crowded with everyone!

They screamed, screamed, prayed, as if they could not be liberated in the last lifetime.

At the same time, countless hands pulled Wang Zijia towards the bottom of the pitch-black endless abyss.

"What the hell!"

Some of the fried princes were good, and their mana was slightly agitated, and the shield opened up a small space.

"Roar!"

In the next moment, the entire ghost pile began to riot.

originally turned a blind eye to Wang Zijia, but when he was a ghost pile of the same kind of ghosts, he rushed directly towards him.

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