Immortal robbery

Chapter 310 Please An-style Curse【Please ask for monthly ticket for subscription】

Win the bet?

Is it the top second-generation circle in the outer sect?
Although Wang Zijia didn't know what the circle of the second generation of Xiu was like, he had heard a lot of it in his previous life, and he could probably guess what the other party said in a few words.

Therefore, he immediately said pleasantly: "Brother Gu, you have helped me a lot! I knew that, if there is anything to do, we still have to rely on the brothers in our own blood, it is reliable!"

It's obviously plain and unpretentious flattery, but Gu Xuefeng is very useful, the corners of the mouth with a paralyzed face are slightly raised, it is obvious that he is very fond of this kind of flattery, and of course it is also rewarding.

While speaking, Wang Zijia thought of something, and suddenly said, "How much is it?"

"Twenty thousand!" Gu Xuefeng said not too concerned about this: "Because I personally found my cousin, so I'm just thinking about it."

Twenty thousand?

Do you mean something?
It's like the price of cabbage!

This is already a level that is difficult to reach even for top-grade magic weapons in the second grade, and it is also a relatively high level in the one-time substitute death props, right?
Although compared with its origin, it is indeed a bit of a discount, but it is not as cheap as you said.

Boy, the friendship between you and your cousin may not be as beautiful as you think!
Thoughts were spinning in Wang Zijia's mind. Although it was very painful, he didn't show it at all on his face. He nodded immediately and said, "Okay, when will the delivery be delivered?"

"I'll send someone to deliver it to you later." Gu Xuefeng replied indifferently.

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your good news!"

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It was night, in the unfinished underground base of Baitao Peak, in the sacrificial laboratory.

Wang Zijia held a bloody talisman and examined it carefully.

On the traditional yellow paper talisman, the blood-red lines outline a scribbled portrait of a puppet, and the blood-red runes densely scattered around it also seem very random.

From the various traces of the talisman, it can be seen that the refiner was very casual at that time.However, the quality of the talismans produced is not low.

After studying for a while, Wang Zijia's heart moved, and the blood-red book appeared in his hand, and the yellow paper talisman in his hand was put into the book.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Zijia came to the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness with a flash of thought.

That's right, he just wanted to try to curse evergreen!

Out of prudence, he intends to cast spells in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, and cast spells in Min Xin's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness!

Why not in your own chaotic sea of ​​consciousness?
Because he is afraid!

Although there is a lot of confidence, in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, under the cover of the power of Dao fruit, let alone the baby god, even the real immortals may not have a way to deal with him.

But after all, it's guesswork. If you don't have practical experience, you'd better find someone who is responsible for it!
As for why Minxin?
Who made him a shadow? Isn't it just to do the dirty work to give him a chance to survive, and of course it includes taking the blame!
He should feel honored, after all, Wang Zijia is the only one who favors him among the many secret agents recruited!

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As Wang Zijia's mind turned, in Min Xin's sea of ​​consciousness, the blood-red book emerged with Wang Zijia.

The book was gently opened, and a piece of altar drawing paper collapsed, and a blood-red basement appeared around it, with bright red runes densely covered inside, and a fantasy layout of a bone altar standing tall.

Immediately afterwards, the dead blood talisman paper and a wisp of Wang Zijia's own blood appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

It's the first time I try, I don't plan to spend a lot of money, just try it and talk about it!
Wang Zijia took a deep breath and looked at the magical altar in front of him. Although he felt that there was no bonus, Wang Zijia still followed the procedure.

Open the altar, cast spells, and curse in one go.

After a set of smooth and flowing movements, there is no jerk in the slightest. It seems that I don't know how many times I have done this kind of thing.

"The way of heaven is completed, three to five percent, the sun and the moon are complete.

All the treacherous ghosts and thieves obey my orders.

I speak deaf;

I see blind;

I curse those who have bad luck;
Those who dare to plot against me will suffer!
The magic soldiers are in a hurry like a law! "

"rise!"

In the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, in the blood formation of the illusion, under the cold light of the blood jade book, a huge amount of mana and a trace of blood essence were thrown into the altar, turning into a strange aura, pulled by the medium of the yellow paper death talisman, and disappeared without a trace. trace.

Somewhere, Wang Zijia sensed a target.

It was completely different from the previous curses. He vaguely saw the giant surrounded by halos. The giant stretched to the sky and was extremely tall. He was like an ant at the giant's feet.

The moment he looked at the giant, he seemed to see a strange world like a crystal ball in the endless gray fog through the giant.

Before he could take a closer look, an almost imperceptible aura he brought wrapped around the giant.

On the other hand, Wang Zijia felt as if a sound had exploded into his head, and his mind was stunned, and his whole body fell into a trance.

After a few breaths, when Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he was still in the Minxin Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Except that the yellow paper death talisman in front of him looked a little old, the rest of the things remained the same, and he didn't feel any tracking and backlash.If the impact just now is in a trance!

"Can do it!"

Wang Zijia's eyes lit up, and he said with surprise.

One of the biggest features of the bad luck curse is that as long as the curse is successful, the curse can be superimposed.

Its concealed effect determines its operation.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work once, it's a big deal, take your time, and wait for the day when you have bad luck...

"Hehe, the Yue family, right? This seat really has a fight with you!"

Under the bloody light, Wang Zijia showed a faint smile.The blood-red light shone all over his face, making his smile look evil and treacherous.

Without leaving the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness immediately, Wang Zijia waited for half an hour, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he quietly left Minxin's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

After leaving the underground base, he returned to the small courtyard on the peak.

Now the small courtyard has been basically completed, and Wang Zijia named it Baitaoyuan, and the building in front of it is also named Baitaozhixing Building.

This should be his base camp for a long time to come.

Because Xiang Feifei was still working in the Qifu Building, during this period, she didn't come back every day, mainly because it was too far away, commuting back and forth for three hours!

She spends most of her time in Biyiyuan, so it seems a bit lonely here.

The night is like water, the moonlight is cold, and Wang Zijia strolls in the Taoyuan, full of fairy tales.

In the spring of next year, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the scenery will be even more beautiful, and it will look like a dojo.

After visiting Taoyuan for a while, Wang Zijia returned to the yard and started boxing.

From today on, his morning and evening homework, apart from boxing practice, should have one more activity: the more everlasting the daily curse!
Of course, it's not the kind that costs a lot of money. Using a wisp of blood as a guide and exhausting all the mana, it's just like a daily question, greeting him with morning and evening serenity!
He has never cared so much about his parents, and he is quite honored!
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The next day, An Xingsheng brought a ten-year-old soul boy to Wang Zijia's office in Baitao Courtyard early in the morning.

Now An Xingsheng also lived on Baitao Peak, so of course he couldn't be in Baitaoyuan.Instead, outside Taoyuan, a reception desk was specially built for the disciples who served Baitaoyuan.

It also means doorman.

"Uncle, the soul boy you want." An Xingsheng pushed the boy behind him to him, and said:

"This is one of the children we brought back this time. According to your request, uncle, it is only a low-grade spiritual root, with ordinary talent, ordinary understanding, and a little knowledge of martial arts."

Wang Zijia nodded, looked at the boy and asked, "What's your name?"

"If you go back to the patriarch, the disciple's name is Deng Xingyan!" The soul boy Deng Xingyan immediately replied respectfully, his voice was slightly trembling, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear.

"Master Patriarch? Have you stayed in the Mozong of Jingchanshan Town?" Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, got up and came to Deng Xingyan, and asked.

"Back to Master Patriarch, yes. The disciple is from Linhong County and is familiar with the surrounding areas, so during the half month before the establishment of the Demon Sect, he did not stay in the fairy pavilion, but helped build the sect." Deng Xingyan was careful replied.

"Yeah!" Wang Zijia nodded and asked, "Zongli also learned martial arts?"

"Originally, I taught some false moves at home, and later I learned a top-level innate kung fu method in Zongli, but I only practiced it for more than a month. After I entered the soul boy academy and completed the soul boy education, I didn't practice martial arts anymore." Deng Xingyan replied carefully. .

"Have you comprehended the basic exercises given by the Soul Boy Academy?"

"Enlightened!"

"Are you angry?"

Hearing this, Deng Xingyan shook his head nervously and said, "Not yet!"

Wang Zijia stopped asking, looked at him for a moment, then turned to An Xingsheng and said, "Okay, you can go down!"

"Yes!" An Xingsheng saluted, didn't ask Wang Zijia what he wanted to do, turned around and left the yard.

Wang Zijia also turned around and went out, Deng Xingyan was quite clever, and immediately followed without Wang Zijia's order.

The two came to the yard outside the room.

"Practice the martial arts you have learned," Wang Zijia said casually.

"Is it the innate martial arts of the Zhenmo sect?" Deng Xingyan carefully confirmed.

"Well, let's practice!" Wang Zijia nodded indifferently.

Seeing this, Deng Xingyan stopped talking and started practicing directly.

Martial arts and Taoism are different, but there is no distinction between kung fu and martial arts. It is not accurate to say that, it should be that there are martial arts in kung fu.

Each complete Xiantian cheat book has a complete initial martial arts moves, and the corresponding practice method after training the inner strength, including the Xiantian movement diagram.

It is true that Deng Xingyan only refined it for more than a month. Even with the aptitude of a low-grade spiritual root, there is no exaggerated result. He has not even cultivated the internal energy of the acquired state, and is still in the stage of body training and strength training.

In addition, I only practiced for a little over a month before, and now I have put it away for about a month, which is obviously very unfamiliar.

But it doesn't matter, it's enough for Wang Zijia's experiment.

"Okay!" Wang Zijia said.

Deng Xingyan paused apprehensively, he knew his best, he thought that he had dissatisfied the patriarch, so he bowed his head and said nothing.

Wang Zijia ignored the other party, took out a disguised Peiyuan Pill, and said, "Eat it, and start to try luck!"

Deng Xingyan was taken aback for a moment, and said cautiously: "I haven't cultivated my inner strength yet, so I can't exercise my energy!"

"Eat it and do it!" Wang Zijia said calmly.

(End of this chapter)