Wang Zijia's expression changed slightly, his thoughts turned quickly, and his eyes lit up violently.

Suddenly, Wang Zijia's heart moved.

The five ghosts turned into five-sided strange flags and emerged, forming a ghostly mist ball-shaped shield around their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, the crystal spiritual power shield disappeared.

The rioting ghost pile regained its calm, and once again regarded Wang Zijia as a kind, constantly crowded.

And once the ghosts encountered the ghost fog, they were all sucked into the small flag and disappeared without a trace.

Gradually, Wang Zijia's surroundings became empty, and dense patterns of evil ghosts began to appear on the pitch-black flags that the five ghosts had turned into.

The five ghosts are in their own small flags, frantically devouring these resentful souls and crazy ghosts.

The five ghosts used to be evil ghost infants, focusing on flesh and blood devouring, and were not very proficient in soul devouring.

However, the addition of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner not only brought about a change in the form of the Oni Banner to the five ghosts, but also strengthened the growth of soul devouring.

It even gave the Duobao Realm an additional characteristic of nurturing souls and reincarnating ghosts.

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In the process of the ghost banner constantly absorbing the resentful ghosts, Wang Zijia kept falling downward, and Wang Zijia did not stop it.

Because he clearly perceived that he hadn't entered the Forbidden Land Domain at all, and these resentful souls were the protective layer of this Forbidden Land!

The seemingly unguarded forbidden place is actually surrounded by countless evil spirits.

The entire forbidden place seemed to stand in the center of a resentful orb!

It can be seen that the entire Qinglian, most of the living beings, are estimated to have been buried.

Even the soul is imprisoned and bound here, suffering from life to life, providing incense and mist of incense, so that even in the era of the end of the law, the strangeness here is still maintained!

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After a long time, Wang Zijia's whole person suddenly lightened!

"Bump!"

In the next moment, he knelt on one knee and smashed a big hole directly into the ground.

Apparently, he had finally entered the forbidden land.

This is a sect complex that is not inferior to the territory of the Seven Peaks of the Inner Gate of the Wanyu Sect, and it is impossible to see the end at a glance.

The style is very old and traditional, with carved beams and painted buildings, and jade attics.

The occasional wooden attic is made of unknown spiritual wood.

Looking up, the place where he had fallen had been reclosed.

The entire sky could be clearly seen, shrouded in countless ghosts, dense arms, bodies, and grimaces churning in the sky, wriggling like mud.

If you have a dense phobia, you can get goosebumps all over your body at a glance.

To Wang Zijia's surprise, the space of this forbidden land was actually independent, as if it had its own realm, completely separated from the Qinglian realm in space.

It's no wonder that when I first explored, as soon as all kinds of means came in, I didn't feel anything.

Obviously, it wasn't just because the target was dead, but also because he couldn't sense the demon breeder across borders at the time.

However, this situation has both advantages and disadvantages for the current Wang Zijia.

The advantage is that his cultivation does not need to be suppressed at the peak of real people.

The disadvantages are not small, the Qinglian Realm was originally a thousand worlds, and it is impossible for the catastrophe boss to be seen everywhere, but as a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect to cultivate the world, there must be a lot of Divine Monarchs.

This made his exploration danger level much higher.

Of course, with his current cultivation, it should be no problem to run away!

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His expression moved slightly, and the aura of the magic hidden in time continued to fluctuate, and he cultivated to climb a little bit, and in a moment, he came to the infant god.

Stopped nervously inducting for a while, and after making sure that there was no problem, he continued to climb until he completely let go of the cultivation suppression, and there was still no rejection, Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, the mood is also a little heavier.

After all, he can reach the primordial god, so the ghosts in this forbidden land can't all be human-level.

The mana was slightly agitated, and Wang Zijia floated up.

A strong suction was generated at the same time, as if the forbidden air circle or something here had been integrated into this space.

However, the prince of the original god is good, and he can still bear it.

Floating in the air and looking at the entire area, it is very large, at least tens of millions of square kilometers.

Looking at it, it was all buildings from ancient times, and what made Wang Zijia slightly shocked in his heart was that many of the words he saw were all in Chinese!

Basically, you can stone hammer, this place did not become a strange domain in this era, that is, the sixth age, it should be the last era, the fifth age or even earlier, it has become a strange domain.

What is more peculiar is that although the ruins of a place can be seen to have experienced a lot of turmoil at the beginning, but after countless years of baptism, the building does not seem to have been seriously eroded by time?

And unlike the endless piles of resentful spirits in the sky, the whole space seems to be empty?

No resentful spirits roaming, no weird rampage?

Anyway, Wang Zijia looked at it and didn't see any living creatures.

After looking around carefully for a moment, Wang Zijia made sure that he didn't see any living creatures, and then floated to a building complex.

The room was a little messy, and it was clear that there had been a short period of chaos before the extinction.

Wang Zijia stretched out his hand and touched some things in the room, and in the next moment, the things touched by Wang Zijia were directly weathered and disintegrated in front of Wang Zijia's eyes.

As if a domino effect had been activated, most of the entire room was weathered.

It's like a fantasy, and it disappears without a trace.

Only a few seats remained.

"Quack!"

In the next moment, the seat actually opened its ghost mouth and bit at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly, and pointed to the sword.

"Brush!"

A sword light swept through, and only the remaining treacherous seat was directly split in half by Wang Zijia.

The seat twitched for a moment, then weathered and disintegrated, and wisps of black mist rose and disappeared.

This instantaneous change seems to affect the entire forbidden land.

The surroundings also began to change, the light in the sky dimmed a little, and the room was dim and ghostly.

In the room, he began to squirm slightly, as if he was not in a house, but in the stomach of a demon, and the door became intertwined, as if it wanted to shut its mouth.

Wang Zijia didn't hold it up, and before the change was completed, he dodged out of the room, floated up again, and looked around again.

With just one glance, Wang Zijia looked shocked.

How can there be any relics of the Immortal Sect, looking at it, the entire below, the originally dense building complex, at least two-thirds less.

The rest of the buildings have all become hellish buildings, with a deep evil aura and full of treachery.

One by one, the gates turned into gaping mouths, and bull's eyes the size of lanterns grew out of them, some of which were spinning around.

Some of their mouths kept opening and closing, and strange seats flew out one after another, wandering around the room, and the blood-red lanterns rose and fell like monsters plucking human heads.

The unknown light in the sky became very dim, everything was very dim, and between the ghosts and mist, a living hell reappeared on earth.

What made Wang Zijia slightly shocked in his heart was that he actually felt a little threatened in some ghost buildings.

Obviously, this treacherous thing is obviously not simple.

Countless years of silence, the sea of resentful souls in the sky day and night to provide incense for iniquity, where did they go?

You can't just disappear inexplicably, right?

Obviously, the ghost things all over the ground are the result of countless years of infection.

It's like when he first came in, he was infected by madness.

If he hadn't resisted, he might have become a member of the resentful spirits of the sky.

Of course, it can also fall underneath and become a table, a chair, or a haunted house.

Fortunately, the worst thing didn't happen, at least these ghosts didn't pounce on Wang Zijia one after another.

Although they were all awakened and turned into a situation of demons dancing wildly, they still stood in their own territory.

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After roughly understanding the situation, Wang Zijia made a groan.

Several anchor artifacts were thrown into the ground, and five dark red swords emerged.

One of the swords turned into a streamer, and the lightning slashed at a relatively dilapidated haunted house.

Brush!

Several sword lights slashed, and the haunted house shattered.

The movement of the surrounding demons was quiet, and the ghost-like room looked at Wang Zijia in unison, Wang Zijia's whole body was tense and a little fried.

However, after the house was shattered, no black smoke rose again.

Instead, the broken material jumped, quickly re-spliced, and restored the appearance of the ghostly house before.

No, it is a little more tattered, because of the influence of the Yuan magnetic power left by the Yuan Magnetic Sword, the house has not been completely healed, and the cracks are clearly visible at the joints.

"Dada!"

"Click!"

As the house was reassembled, the surrounding movement resumed again, and the eyes staring at Wang Zijia also moved away.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene and frowned.

With a thought, a page flew out, and a corpse was thrown out by Wang Zijia casually.

Suddenly, chaos arose.

A house ghost mouth gaped open, and a huge, barbed blood-red tongue stuck out and swept the body straight into the room.

"Tsk!"

"Click!"

The sound of chewing, wriggling, and shattering bones rang out.

The haunted house is satisfied, and the appearance of the house has become a little better.

Wang Zijia's eyes were slightly cold, and his heart moved again. Another page flew out, this time not dead, but a living thing.

A small beast.

The moment Wang Zijia released it, the fierce beast was visibly distorted and expanded.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a very dilapidated slum tiled house.

The tiled house was originally in the middle of the street, but after it completed the change, several blood-red tongues stretched out from the bottom, like tentacles and legs, squirming, and running to a clearing on the side of the street, and settled down.

Became one of the many haunted houses.

'Even if you pass through the sky and come to this world, will you be infected with treachery?' ’

'Then am I because I have crossed the threshold and have been identified as a stone-like thing by the Trick Domain, or am I because of my own special influence? ’

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia had barely figured out some of the situation.

These ghost houses should be a manifestation of the power of the Ghost Domain, but the core of the Ghost Domain is not them.

Subconsciously looking at the endless resentful souls in the sky, Wang Zijia groaned slightly, discerned the direction, and flew towards the core of the entire ghost building complex.

(End of chapter)