Not only the tablet, but also the coffin, the altar, and even the altar under the coffin, all slowly dissipated.

In the process of dissipating these things, Wang Zijia clearly saw that this altar was actually connected to three independent altars, and it was secretly a song!

When everything on the fourth altar was gone, the whole hall became harmonious, as if it should have been.

"Forehead······ What the hell is this? Which old monster came to join in the fun and set up a coffin? ”

"What are you for?"

"Picking peaches? Or what? ”

Half-ringing, Wang Zijia didn't think about it, and looked at the three empty coffins again.

Halfway through the inspection, Lingjue told him that this was a divine inheritance.

But the vigilant prince Jia Ke didn't plan to go directly.

With a gesture of raising his hand, several pieces of quaint tortoise shells appeared in his hand.

"Tianxin's three questions: good and bad!"

As the tortoise shell beats, the mana fluctuates, and the bright aura erupts.

"Good luck on the top: the little ghost is easy, everything goes smoothly, and it is easy to be promoted!"

Looking at the hexagram, Wang Zijia counted a few more times, all of which were auspicious results, and he tried with the path of cause and effect, but he didn't find any dark pits.

Looking at the three empty coffins in front of him, Wang Zijia was entangled for a while, but decided to give it a try.

The divine position is not critical to him, the key thing is that without the premise of Shinto exercises, the divine position basically absorbs the power of incense, which is of great help to him.

So far, his means of absorbing incense are very reluctant, even if it is a god statue, after absorbing incense, it is transformed into a treacherous mist, and it is infected and exchanged by Wang Zijia.

Although the disguise satisfies its application, it is equivalent to multiple precipitation, which affects the efficiency too much.

did not lie down directly, but with a thought in his heart, five ghosts appeared.

"Go, you five go and lie down there!"

Wang Zijia pointed to the coffin to which the Danding tablet belonged.

The reason why one is not allowed to go, but five to go together. The main thing is that five ghosts are one, and it is estimated that five of them are needed together to become ghosts and gods.

When the five ghosts heard this, they didn't hesitate and went straight in.

Compared with the experience of the underground laboratory, this kind of thing that doesn't look scary is simply trivial, and even the most timid five babies are not afraid.

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The four ghosts lay in directly, and the eldest baby came to the altar, activated the altar in front of him, and three injections of fragrance emerged.

The big baby lit the incense, and between the green smoke, the big baby's figure disappeared in place.

On the coffin, the silver runes were activated, and the extremely intricate patterns quickly spread from the coffin to the entire altar.

The coffin lid condensed from nothing, and when everything was activated, a strong silver light erupted.

Wang Zijia drilled into the chaotic sea of knowledge of the big baby and tried to peep.

But the movement only flickered for a moment, and everything began to fade again.

But in an instant, the five ghosts were thrown out again.

"No way?"

However, when Wang Zijia checked the state of the eldest baby, he was stunned to find that there had been a great change.

Name: Dawa (Ghost Baby)

Cultivation: Middle Yuanshen

Source of Sin: Pure

The Way: Fifteen Hundred Years (600 million/1 billion)

Affiliation: Evil Ghost God (genus)

Priesthood: Danding

Talents: Ghost Baby Ecstasy, Call Prodigy, Lava Guard, Ten Thousand Avatar Body, Ghost Baby Avatar

The god of Danding: A cultivator who can create and transform, and can hold the authority of heaven and earth. In the world, there are some powers that you can dabble in. The world's Danjing and Dingbao are naturally close to and in awe of you, and they are very easy to be controlled by you.

······

The first is the change in nature, from Wang Zijia's summoned creature to his god, and there is also an additional priesthood.

Secondly, collect incense, use incense as food, and become the gods of the Shenhong Realm, a lot of things.

Not to mention the five ghosts, Wang Zijia didn't pay attention to it for a while.

In short, they have truly become ghosts!

And because of the special nature of the five ghosts, when the five ghosts turned into ghosts and blessed him, these abilities became Wang Zijia's own.

In the middle of the ring, Wang Zijia came back to his senses, and looked at the three coffins again with burning eyes.

The tablet, incense burner, and even the altar of the Danding coffin have disappeared, but the coffin and altar are still standing and have not changed much.

The two altars of the Sword Immortal and the Chess God on the side had no effect.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath and confirmed it again, it was a good omen. I came to the altar tablet to which the chess altar belonged, and entered the Dharma Yuan in the designated place.

The Dharma Yuan disappeared in a flash, directly activating the altar.

The three-pillar fragrance emerges.

Wang Zijia carefully checked the fragrance, and in an instant, the entire formation was activated, and it seemed that it was about to be activated in the next moment.

Wang Zijia's figure flickered, and he nervously lay down in the corresponding silver coffin.

The lid of the coffin appeared, covering all the firelight, making the small coffin look dark and forced.

But it's different from the five ghosts being thrown out in an instant.

Wang Zijia was lying in the coffin, and with the lid of the coffin, there was darkness for a moment, and the next moment, countless silver and complex runes lit up, like a devastating pattern dotted with stars in the night sky, occupying Wang Zijia's entire field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Zijia fell into a trance.

In his mind, the golden balance was felt, and it shook slightly for a moment, and the golden light spread out.

The next moment, he abruptly retreated back and ignored it again.

[In ancient times, there were immortals, the food style and dew were drunk, and the food gas lasted forever. Point the spirit of the general, free in the world. 】

[There are demons in troubled times, and there is endless turmoil! ] 】

[Countless immortals and gods were born, there are swords shining in Kyushu, there are sentient beings who are playing chess, and all things are their sons······ Acts of salvation. 】

[Heaven and earth are intertwined, all beings are worshipped, authority emerges, there is great power to obtain it, and the authority is used as a guide, condensed into one, and the world is opened. 】

[Cultivators can rule the heavens and the earth, create sentient beings, be worshiped by all people, and hold faith for eternity. Faith is endless, and it will not die or perish. 】

[Those who are in charge of the throne must remember: what is taken from the people must be used by the people, otherwise they will eventually suffer the consequences. 】

It seems that someone is speaking between heaven and earth, expounding the avenue, and it seems that heaven and earth themselves are speaking, and it is even more as if someone is speaking in Wang Zijia's mind.

The loud sound of the bell resounded in Wang Zijia's mind and kept echoing.

Wake up the trance prince Jia.

The moment he came back to his senses, Wang Zijia found that he had changed the world.

In the secret realm of the unknown Lingshan, a simple blue-tiled courtyard stands at the foot of the low mountain, with five houses, simple and with a strange rhythm, as if in harmony with heaven and earth.

Under a seemingly ordinary pear tree in the courtyard, there is a small stone table with black and white seeds on it.

There is a shelf on the left and right sides of the wall, which is occupied by a vine and a gourd vine.

The vines are brown and red, and the leaves are like jade, one left and one right, spreading the entire courtyard wall, like a left and right protector, embellishing the entire courtyard.

Crisp, more elegant.

The crevices of the vine's leaves exude a faint streamer, as if they are pregnant with rare fruits.

Outside the small courtyard, the spiritual spring-like stream flows in front of the door, the spiritual light is bright, and the spirit fish swims happily in it.

In the air, the intoxicating aura is permeated, causing the weeds outside the courtyard to become low-level spiritual plants, and they can be sold for money if they grab a handful.

Subconsciously looked up, but vaguely, what I saw was not a deep blue sky, but a tree that covered the sky and the sun, looming in the clouds.

It is as if the support of heaven and earth holds up the whole world.

The rhythm of the avenue of heaven and earth emanates from it. The fairy aura glowed into a cluster, hanging among the branches like a strange fruit, as if it was pregnant with some peerless immortal treasure.

The picture like a peach orchard wonderland made Wang Zijia stunned.

Subconsciously want to incorporate the aura and distinguish the true from the false in the most direct way.

However, between his thoughts, the aura penetrated directly through his body.

The aura is real, and the environment is also real, but Wang Zijia himself is not real.

He seems to be a pure consciousness being, trapped by strange spells.

However, the amazing thing is that he, who should be illusory and invisible, has a real entity like a real person.

At this time, in the courtyard, the owner of the house seemed to have a feeling, and said casually in indifferent words: "The endgame in the courtyard can be inherited by solving it." ”

As the words sounded, Wang Zijia calmed down.

Without it, he was too familiar with this routine.

In the rare and secret realm, there are immortals who live in seclusion, and they are so close to this that they can be inherited.

It's full of déjà vu.

Isn't this a copy of his Penglai Xiandao pretend!

It's just that what he created was a chaotic illusion, and he came to the mind with his mind, everything was fake, and he could only do things by hanging up.

The unknown existence in front of him is supported by the amazing mana, and everything is true.

Even, Wang Zijia found that he may no longer be in the current time and space.

was detained by the world-shattering Dafa to an unknown time and space, met with it, and accepted the inheritance.

But even so, Wang Zijia instantly tasted the familiarity of pretending to be forced, and even felt a little plagiarized from his Penglai idea.

Wang Zijia stood at the door, calmed down, and saluted respectfully: "I have seen the seniors, the juniors ······."

"Huh?!!!"

However, before the prince could speak, a surprised sound sounded in the blue-tiled hut.

The next moment, a middle-aged Taoist in a green shirt and a Confucian robe, with a sad and tired face, suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zijia, looked at the silver-haired Wang Zijia with a shocked face, and said, "Senior brother? ”

Wang Zijia was stunned, and said blankly: "The senior is talking to the disciple?" ”

The man in the Confucian shirt was also stunned, and then said with a complicated face: "I see, the law of reincarnation, Su Hui has not fully awakened?" ”

The man in the Confucian shirt smiled bitterly for a moment and said, "It turns out that the senior brother said goodbye is such a way to see each other. Or is it that you passed on my space-time stealing array to this is what it is? ”

The man in the Confucian shirt seemed to be asking Wang Zijia, and seemed to be talking to himself, not expecting Wang Zijia's answer.

Wang Zijia: "??? ”

Wang Zijia, who was a little dazed and confused, was full of question marks.

Shouldn't you be a manifestation of the unbeatable temperament of the immortals, a shocking means, to shock my mind, to appear in the past, and to give opportunities after the end?

Half of the routines have been used, and suddenly they came out and shouted senior brother, which is a bit of a drop!

"Senpai?" Wang Zijia, who was at a loss, could only ask as such.

Following Wang Zijia's words, the man in the Confucian shirt came back from his trance and reminiscence, looked at Wang Zijia, and showed a familiar bright smile.

(End of chapter)