Immortal robbery

Chapter 127 Blood Dragon Abyss
At this time, the flesh and blood on Wang Zijia's body were also constantly wriggling. An ugly human head appeared on his neck for a while, and two ghost claws grew out of his back for a while.

"Value +673!"

Don't wait for it to become a demon, the pollution that was just born and invaded, before it had time to lead Wang Zijia into a demon, or even break through the seal, was simply exchanged for value by Wang Zijia.

In an instant, all the intruding pollution subsided, and Wang Zijia's breath did not surge at all.

With such a change, even the eyes of the five ghosts who had just completed the breakthrough became much clearer, and the light of spiritual wisdom became more abundant, and they became less and less like some evil creatures, like a normal Fuwa.

After a long time, Wang Zijia opened his eyes, and the hidden spiritual light flickered in his eyes, which were completely clear, without the slightest sense of turbidity, nor the slightest bit of madness and depression.

Feeling the surging power in his body and the coercion of his gestures, at this moment, Wang Zijia completely had the confidence to compete with those geniuses in the sect.

Immediately without further delay, as the aura flashed, he lightly rushed towards the beam of light that reached the sky.

······
Because in the past few days, Wang Zijia has been rushing to Xuelongyuan, and he is cleaning and purifying around this spiritual resource point, so it is not too far from his destination.

Under the blessing of the five ghosts, Wang Zijia turned into a shadow and ran quietly. After a quarter of an hour, various figures began to appear around him.

Some are floating away from the ground, some are sprinting with their heads buried, and some are constantly flying and jumping.

All the high-ranking boys were rushing towards the blood-colored beam of light.

After everyone met, if they didn't know each other, they all tacitly kept their distance and were vigilant against each other.

If you meet fellow students, those who are familiar will say hello twice, and those who are not familiar will gather together silently while nodding each other.

After a while, Wang Zijia arrived at the destination.

From a distance, this is a canyon basin. Below the canyon, the edge should have been a wide river, but now it is replaced by blood-red dirty liquid.

The canyon winds and turns around the basin.The center of the circle was supposed to be a mountain peak, but it was smashed into pieces, the main body disappeared, and there was only a ground of rocks, and the bloody water in the canyon flowed in it, and countless strange rocks loomed, like a lake of blood with strange rocks.

In the crevices of the strange rocks, a blood-red filthy liquid could be faintly seen wriggling.Some strange rocks stand upright like reefs, while others rise and fall, sinking and floating in the liquid.

In the center of the rocky canyon, there are several huge stone pillars like pinnacles, on which there are two chains covered with runes, on which is locked a huge boa constrictor with long tumors all over its body, rotten flesh and rotting flesh.

A faint blood-colored mist filled the entire canyon, covering the Blood Dragon Abyss somewhat hazyly. Standing on the cliff and looking down, one could vaguely see that the python had woken up at this moment.

His eyes are red, without spirituality, like a madman.

In the sarcoma and rotten flesh all over his body, something was faintly squirming.

According to the information of the sect, this place is one of the hundred demons in the Paradoxical Realm. It was originally a demon snake at the peak of offering wine, but it was eroded by the Paradoxical Realm and turned into a demon.

Later, he was imprisoned here by the big figures of the three sects, and it became a meat field for breeding spiritual things.

······
At this moment, the cliffs of the circular canyon were already full of monks of all kinds, scattered everywhere, and the three largest groups were the disciples of the three sects.

Wang Zijia came to the area where Wan Yuzong's disciples were, and nodded slightly with a group of unfamiliar senior brothers.

At this moment, he is a young man, 1.9 meters tall, muscular ligation, strong and powerful, exuding the breath of male hormones all over his body, a man like an iron tower.The peak boy's cultivation base and his deep aura made all the brothers look sideways.

At this moment, their disciples in Wan Yuzhong are probably in their early fifties, and it seems that there will not be too much growth in a short time.

After all, Blood Dragon Abyss is only the outermost resource point among the hundred demon spirits, and the foundation-building spirits born in it are not only at the level of C-zhong, but also tend to strengthen the body, and the scope of use is extremely limited.

The situation of the other two cases is similar.

Of course, the opposite of the three sects is the densely packed disciples of the small sects around them. They are not as picky as the disciples of the three sects.Being able to use spiritual objects to build a foundation and condense a method is already a great fortune, how can there be a choice?

Because Wang Zijia didn't know everyone well, she didn't communicate with her fellow students. She stood alone and waited quietly.

As time went by, more and more disciples came, most of them were ordinary disciples.Everyone was relatively restrained, and no one acted rashly. It is estimated that they were all afraid of causing a melee and falling into a chaos.

Wang Zijia flipped his hands and found more than [-] blood crystals, which were obtained by his disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect who picked up corpses before.

He didn't expect this blood crystal to get a spiritual object. This spiritual object was not suitable for him, and he was still in the third middle school. He didn't intend to work hard for it. He just came to see if he could get a wisp of spiritual object. That's all.

While holding two blood crystals, Wang Zijia looked at the whole blood-colored and filthy pool below while unconsciously turning his hands, a little lost in thought.

"Wave······"

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, with a soft sound, the soaring blood-colored beam of light exploded and turned into countless blood mist covering the bottom of the canyon, making the thin blood mist even thicker.

In the dimness, the monster dragon's body in the center of the canyon can no longer be seen clearly.

"hold head high·······"

There was another cry like a bull's roar, accompanied by a strong wind-like shock wave, and a faint fishy smell blowing past along with the fishy wind.

"go!"

"rush!"

"..."

In an instant, above the canyon, at least two or three thousand boys jumped into the canyon like dumplings.

"Grass!"

"Damn!"

"..."

Following the crowd jumping down, they landed on the jagged strange rock on the filthy pool of blood. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with it. Unfortunately, they stepped on the live rock directly, and their bodies fell into the liquid suddenly.

Qingyan was accompanied by screams and cursing, and when he hurriedly climbed up to the reef beside him, deep bones were already visible, and there were granulation squirming in the wound, as if there was still some disease.

Wang Zijia also mingled with the crowd, jumped off the cliff, and landed on a rock.

He didn't rush towards the center of the canyon immediately, but raised his hand, a thread of spiritual power swam out, and tentatively penetrated into the surrounding bloody liquid.

"laugh······"

As soon as the silk thread came into contact, bursts of blue smoke came out, corroding Wang Zijia's crystal red silk thread in the blink of an eye.

"Value +1!"

He frowned subconsciously, because these filthy liquids were completely different from what Wang Zijia had imagined. He didn't feel the pollution from the evil seeds. Apart from the strong erosion, there was also a little bit of extremely difficult flesh and blood curse.

(End of this chapter)