Chapter 152 Inheritance
Seeing this, the illusory fake person condensed from the book looked slightly cold, waved his hand and shot out a stream of extremely dirty blood, and rushed towards Wang Zijia.
In front of Wang Zijia, a book page suddenly appeared. On the page, countless people of different shapes were depicted. Under the impact of the blood light, it blurred out in the blink of an eye, turning into a filthy page contaminated by blood.
As the pages of the book were stained, the book that glowed with blood trembled for a moment, as if it had hit itself, and the illusory figure of the fake real person collapsed.
The bloody light hit the page, and Wang Zijia's whole body trembled.
Immediately afterwards, his body surface stiffened rapidly and continued to shrink. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant bloody cicada the size of a palm.
At this time, auras of light gathered around the altar, and Wang Zijia's figure reappeared.
The second-grade disposable magic weapon: the blood cicada shed its shell and resisted the aftermath of the blood-light impact, so he did not suffer much damage.
At this moment, the distance between one person and one book was no more than one foot, and Wang Zijia could reach out and grab the book.
The book trembled slightly, and blood loomed, ready to attack Wang Zijia again.
"Go!"
Wang Zijia's eyes were filled with anger, his eyes were about to burst, and lightning struck at the book.
The Blood God Crystal that had been held in the palm of his hand quietly disappeared. With its blessing, the innate magic spirit root demon condensed a strange blood-colored rune for the first time, which was entered into the book by Wang Zijia.
The book trembled rapidly and did not immediately attack Wang Zijia again.
After all, it is just an ownerless artifact, and it does not even have an artifact spirit. It just relies on the stress response of the strange changes to act. Facing the invading evil force, he immediately chose to expel it instead of continuing to deal with Wang Zijia.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia decisively waved his hand, and the pages of the book that he had refined flew over, rushed into the book, and merged back again.
"boom!"
Wang Zijia's whole brain was in a daze, endless madness swept over him, and all kinds of desires continued to arise. Even with a moment of contact, Wang Zijia almost couldn't bear it.
He decisively stepped aside and entered the sea of consciousness.
The golden scale shook again, and a ray of golden light came out from Wang Zijia's fingertips. It did not penetrate into the book, but only shone for a moment. The book that resisted violently withered completely, and the blood in Wang Zijia's body swirled slightly for a moment.
Wang Zijia was in a daze for a moment, and a huge book appeared in the chaotic sea of consciousness.
"The False Way and the True Trap"
As the book opens to the title page, a personal portrait of a fake real person emerges.
The moment Wang Zijia looked at the portrait, he felt the changes in the surrounding space. It was obviously a very high-level power, but because in the sea of chaotic consciousness, Wang Zijia clearly felt that he had just fallen into an illusion, and it was a harmless illusion. If you want, you can break free at any time.
He didn't take action immediately, but carefully looked at the changes around him.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding area turned into a mountain top, with gentle breeze and white clouds. At the foot of the mountain is a familiar city.
Wang Zijia looked at it for a moment and knew it was at the top of Lingmai Mountain.
He was standing on a cliff edge platform at the top of the mountain. An illusory figure in front of him was facing away from him, looking at the city below.
The gentle breeze made his monk's robe and hair flow.
"It seems I failed in the end!"
Feeling Wang Zijia's arrival, Xuying did not look back and spoke in very plain words.
When Wang Zijia heard the familiar voice of the false master, his whole body tensed subconsciously.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not even a remnant soul, at most I'm just a special image." The fake Taoist said.
Wang Zijia heard this, but he didn't dare to relax at all. He had never seen many people in the wine-sacrifice realm, let alone such a real person who had been enlightened for thousands of years. Who knows how many methods the other party had, what if he could be resurrected?
The fake Taoist didn't say much on this topic, and said to himself: "I don't have much time, so I'll keep it short. I am a fake Taoist, a true cultivator, and a third-grade burial technique talisman. As a Sanren, I can reach this level. , and you can be proud of it.”
The fake Taoist first introduced himself with some pride, but still carried Wang Zijia on his back and did not look back.
"Since you can come here, it means that you have been recognized by my natal spiritual weapon. You are an orphan of the holy blood, and you are in line with my way. I don't want you to worship me as your teacher. I just need you to pass on this way."
"Back then, I had a shocking encounter and received the inheritance of the false Tao. In the end, I still lacked some talents. I didn't even enter the third realm of middle school. I spent my life in the lower three realms. I hope you can see those different scenery for me."
As he spoke, a rune emerged.
The fake Taoist didn't know whether it was because he was taking photos, but his words jumped a bit. He was still sighing in the last sentence, but suddenly turned a corner in the next sentence and said:
"Back then, I used my senior brother's transformed demonic body as a guide, and attempted to intentionally commit suicide but failed to turn into a monster. I used my natal spiritual weapon as a carrier, a false path as a bridge, and adopted a new weapon to enter the mysterious realm. I practiced the fake to become the real one, but the result was a little bit worse. , ultimately failed."
"Fortunately, the underworld weapon is half-formed in the end, so there are no regrets. There are just some innocent people who can't help but be implicated. If you have a chance, help me clean up the filth in this place. Consider it a reward for my orthodoxy."
"By the way, although the underworld weapon is ready, it should be contaminated with a lot of treachery. Before you have enough means, remember not to use it lightly, otherwise the evil will be deep-rooted and you will regret it!"
"Okay, the time is almost up. I have nothing to explain. Remember to study the false Tao seriously. This is the inheritance of the ancient Tao. This will be of great benefit to you."
After saying that, the fake Taoist suddenly disintegrated. From beginning to end, he did not look back at Wang Zijia. It seemed that he thought that if there was no fate, there was no need to meet.
The illusion around him also disintegrated.
The rune that seemed to be a real entity turned into a large amount of information and poured into Wang Zijia's mind. It turned out to be a first-grade advanced magic.
Weight: Fake Taoist Summoning
Level: First-grade Advanced
Value: 50
Effect: The foundation magic of the great way, the effect of building the foundation, can integrate any talisman to achieve the method of fake talismans, but the magic itself has no strange power.
Introduction: True and false, true and false, true and false. Young man, do you want to make a person out of clay, fold paper to make a bird, splash ink to make an object, etc. to practice the false and true? Believe me, if you want to walk through this path, there will be no absolute boundary between illusion and reality in the world.
In addition to the information of this magic, the information in my mind also includes the introduction of the book in front of me, and it is very detailed.
Item: Fake Dao True Talisman
Class: Inherited Underworld Artifact
Level: Third-grade Spiritual Artifact (Top Grade)
Function 1: Inheritance, containing the core Taoist inheritance of the fake real person. You need to use the fake Dao talisman to achieve a new method before you can gradually obtain the relevant inheritance.
Function 2: Sealed Talisman Space. You can turn spiritual objects into pages and seal them in the book. The volume and quantity limit depends on the user's cultivation. The current cultivation can seal ten pages, and the volume of each page cannot exceed ten cubic real volumes.