Immortal robbery

Chapter 132 Fight?

After finishing all this, Wang Zijia first found out the two spiritual objects obtained in the Blood Dragon Abyss.

A golden-red strip of meat, the size of a thumb, wriggled constantly, almost like an enlarged meat maggot.

As it squirms, the spirituality in its body flickers and fluctuates, flickering and flickering.

The other is a pink granulation, also like an earthworm, wriggling unconsciously.

Wang Zijia first tentatively took a tiny bit of blood-red granulation, frowned, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The granulation was still throbbing in the mouth, and when the teeth were biting lightly, there was a bursting sensation, which made the taste extremely weird.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into a weak force, merged into the body, and rushed towards the dantian.At the same time, faint crazy thoughts filled his mind.

But because the power is too little and too weak, this power is about to disappear before rushing into the dantian.

At this time, Wang Zijia was already in the sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the new weight.

Weight: blood spirit

Grade: no entry
Status: Slightly Polluted
Value: 0.1
Introduction: The blood of the demonic beast survived, and after being demonized, it was blocked with a strange underworld device, and the device was cultivated again.Using its body as a meat field, planting dragon spirit veins.Due to artificial planting and repeated harvesting and interception, the dragon veins are already extremely weak.And there is a slight remnant of evil.

Before using this spiritual object to build a foundation, please carefully remove the pollution, otherwise, after the method is established by itself, the roots of evil will be deep, the foundation of the road will be difficult to stabilize, and there will be endless troubles.It can also be purified by accumulating value into real spiritual objects.It is the necessary introduction to the Daoist foundation of the Jiaolong reform!
Just after Wang Zijia read the information, the weight began to flicker, as if it was about to disappear. Wang Zijia had no exchange value to stabilize the weight.

In just a few breaths, this point of light weight disappeared without a trace.

After Wang Zijia regained his senses, he took another slice of the golden meat and threw it into his mouth.

The same bursting taste permeates, but this time there is an extra pressure in the force rushing into the body.

Weight: Long Yuan

Grade: Lower Armor

Status: Slightly Polluted
Value: 0.1
Introduction: The demon snake accidentally obtained the blood essence of the dragon, enlightened the spirit, and embarked on the road of transforming into a dragon.After thousands of years of tempering, the most pure bloodlines in the whole body gathered together to extract such a large part of the dragon essence.

This spirit is extremely suitable for monks who transform dragons to build a Dao foundation. Since there are only half of it, it is best to let the alchemist prepare enough spirit formulas to fill up the lack of spirituality when using it.

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When the weight disappeared again, Wang Zijia withdrew from the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness with a smile on his face.

The appearance of these two weights means that Wang Zijia's previous thinking was correct. He can just get a top-level medicine primer, and then rely on the value to directly pile up the most suitable and purest spirituality for him. Fill in the foundation of the method to derive a new method that belongs to him.

Seal the two spiritual objects again, and put them away.

I took out the last storage bag, and after a long time, I opened this storage bag.

What made Wang Zijia speechless was that in the five cubic storage bags, clothes and cosmetic medicines took up a large part of the space.

What is left is a lot of spiritual objects and healing pills, and the remaining life-saving things have almost been used up, and the recovery pills are gone.

After a careful inventory, the things inside are worth a thousand fare at most, and including the tattered little shield, it is no more than two thousand fare.

Usually, it is considered a big harvest, after all, it is true that making talismans for a month can't make money.But these days, my eyesight is higher!

Shaking his head speechlessly, he looked at the three storage bags, gathered the messy things inside into the storage bag that Wang Zijia used first, which was only a few cubic meters, filled it up, and put it away. stand up.

The largest ten-cubic storage bag became Wang Zijia's carry-on.

After counting the harvest, Wang Zijia searched out all kinds of elixirs, and cleared out those that might be needed in the future, such as those for wound healing and recovery of qi.

The remaining explosive pills, poisonous pills, and messy pills waiting to be drugged, were symbolically kept by Wang Zijia for two bottles, and the rest were poured into his mouth vigorously. for value.

Dao Xing: Hundred Years (2.9/3)
Several hours later, Wang Zijia's condition recovered, and he stopped practicing.

He took out the map and identified the nearest ghost stronghold.

The mana gathered like quicksand, and at the same time, the flesh and blood on the surface of the body began to squirm, and Wang Zijia's figure shrank rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a big man in the iron tower to a skinny old man with a wrinkled face and a slightly stooped figure.

After finishing all this, Wang Zijia nodded in satisfaction, set off again, and continued the work he was passionate about: washing the ground and picking up (harmonious) corpses.

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For two days in a row, Wang Zijia walked towards the next spiritual resource point, while paying attention to the places where ghosts gather along the way. Whenever he encountered a town, he would go in and have a look.

"Value +99!"

Wang Zijia once again came to a ruined city, picking up all kinds of meat from the battlefield, extracting pollution, and throwing the remaining pieces of meat to the five ghosts.

Suddenly, a little bit of ghostly air filled the air, and the chubby Sanwa, who was sent by Wang Zijia to investigate the situation of the city, emerged from the void, and his body quickly materialized from the illusion, gesticulating at Wang Zijia for a while.

"You said there are still people in this city?" Wang Zijia asked suspiciously.

"Wow, wow!" Sanwa nodded and gestured continuously.

"Still fighting?" Wang Zijia asked in surprise.

"Wow!"

"Is it a fierce fight?" Wang Zijia jumped onto a ruined building with doubts, and scanned the city. Not only did he not feel any mana fluctuations, he didn't even see any smoke.

In such a deserted and dead city, how could the battle not be discovered by him?
With doubts, Wang Zijia jumped down the street again, and said to Sanwa, "Lead the way ahead!"

Hearing this, Sanwa felt a bit of ghostly aura, and with a flick of her body, she turned into a ghost and floated forward.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene, a little envious.With the blessing of the five ghosts, he can also fly as a ghost under normal circumstances, but the method is incomplete, and many functions cannot be used.

The blessing of the physical body alone is barely enough, for example, the perverted resilience of the evil species cannot be fully blessed, let alone ghosting!
As thoughts flickered, the quicksand-like mana on his body fluctuated slightly, and his figure disappeared in place.

After finishing concealment, Wang Zijia lifted her breath and followed Sanwa's footsteps quickly, while the surrounding ghosts escorted Wang Zijia forward.

After sneaking for a few minutes, Sanwa, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and pointed to a barely intact building in the ruins.

'Aren't you fighting? '

Wang Zijia was stunned, looked at the quiet and deserted attic, and cautiously went in with doubts.

"Crackling..."

"Um······"

(End of this chapter)