Chapter 224 Special Match
Feeling the further improvement of the Wanyu Code in his mind, Wang Zijia looked at the magic money in his pocket.
Magic money: 5768
Daogong: 643
He got up and left the practice room, and went to the various branches under the Danyuan again. He kept changing his appearance and went around for most of the day. He spent more than 4,200 magic money and bought 600 explosive spirit pills.
When he returned to Biyiyuan again, it was already evening. He went directly into the practice room of the underground base and took out a bottle of explosive spirit pills.
He poured out one pill and swallowed it first. The mana in his body was not as turbulent as before, and he felt that he could still bear it, so he swallowed another pill.
After swallowing the fifth pill in a row, he felt a violent feeling.
"Value +108!"
After completing the exchange, he began to swallow again.
After more than half an hour, Wang Zijia ate up a full 600 explosive spirit pills.
Taoism: Hundred Years (96511/500,000)
Looking at the numerous spells, except for the second-grade spells, the only first-grade spell that lacks value is the summoning spirit spell.
He took out the dirty wine bottle, inhaled a little of the dirty breath, and after creating a weight, he converted the five thousand cultivation value into skill value.
[Do you want to consume 1980 value to upgrade the summoning spirit spell to perfection? 】
"Yes!"
Taoism: Hundred Years (91511/500,000)
Tai Chi: 3305
Magic Money: 1553
As the value was consumed, countless insights emerged in his heart, and his understanding of the summoning spirit spell gradually deepened. In the dark, Wang Zijia seemed to feel that an ordinary first-grade intermediate spell was more suitable for him than any other spell.
It seems that this spell and his spiritual root talent have an inexplicable fit.
No, to be precise, the summoning spirit spell is not extremely compatible with talent, but the two weights born from the Tao fruit!
With this technique, the person who was possessed by the demon could actually use the spirit-inviting spell set by Wang Zijia to invite Wang Zijia himself to possess him!
Instead of the traditional sense, they could only invite the five ghosts raised by Wang Zijia to possess him.
As for the distance... there is no distance limit.
With the red copper weight, this technique has changed from the distance limit in the traditional sense to the restriction on whether the user has a demon.
As long as his consciousness can reach the other party's chaotic sea of consciousness, theoretically, he is at zero distance from the other party, and naturally there is no distance limit!
"Why do I feel familiar with this?"
"Wait, isn't this the spirit of heaven, the spirit of earth, praying to the gods, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and other gods, and so on, to invite the gods to possess you?"
"Is he really a charlatan?"
"That's not right, I always feel that compared with the spirit of inviting the gods to possess you, there is something more."
After a long time of contemplation, Wang Zijia didn't feel anything more. Obviously, this technique alone couldn't make him realize it.
I had to give up my random thoughts for the time being, and began to carefully comprehend the harvest, and combined with the talisman summons given when I was planted with the demon, I notified him to start trying to summon the spirit.
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"You skipped work again?" In the evening, when Wang Zijia came out of the underground base, Xiang Feifei was already sitting in the yard.
"If I don't skip work, I have nothing to do. My teacher brother..." Xiang Feifei looked at Wang Zijia and said speechlessly: "I am almost worshipped as an ancestor, and several junior brothers who are studying are also like this."
"I have no time to study every day, and I keep getting close to me. Several teachers in the next building are also like this. They come to my teacher whenever they are free, saying that they want to discuss talismans with him, but they also keep getting close to me. I can't go to this class."
While speaking, Xiang Feifei looked at Wang Zijia with a face full of resentment. It seems that her husband is too outstanding, which is not a good thing.
"Blame me!" Wang Zijia shrugged and spread his hands.
Then, deliberately with a bit of arrogance, he raised his head and sighed lonely like snow.
"Ah..."
"Puff!" Xiang Feifei couldn't help laughing and said, "You are the one who talks too much. Grandpa said before that you are honest and talk less, so he asked me to take the initiative and not be too dull."
"I can't help it. My little wife is too beautiful. I am moved. I can't continue to be a dull person!" Wang Zijia stared at Xiang Feifei and said seriously.
Xiang Feifei blushed again, lowered her head and said nothing, and punched Wang Zijia lightly with her little fist.
"Ah!"
Wang Zijia screamed.
Xiang Feifei hurriedly looked up and saw Wang Zijia's smart eyes and burning eyes.
"I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I'll go see if the meal is ready!" Xiang Feifei ran into the yard hurriedly, as if stabbed by Wang Zijia's eyes.
Wang Zijia looked at her with a doting look.
The golden light of the setting sun shone, and the sunset glow filled the sky. Such days, if this is not a world where the strong prey on the weak, it would be nice to be ordinary.
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It is night.
On the outskirts of Wanyu Sect, on the edge of the area where many small families belong, there is an unknown town.
This town has just been attacked by demons, because someone deliberately committed evil, so that the small family that controls this city was wiped out, causing evil disasters everywhere. It was not until several days that Wanyu Sect detected it and hurriedly sent out a law enforcement team to clean it up.
Because the leader was not a regular peak boy, but a rare Jijiu master, or a Jijiu mid-term corpse control master.
Therefore, even when the law enforcement team arrived, the whole city was already in a state of decay. But it was no match for Jiang Mingda's corpse-driving technique. It only took half a day to clean up the evil disasters in the entire town.
Even with half a day left, Jiang Mingda searched the entire town for corpses and collected all contaminated corpses, including broken corpses, as if he was afraid that any trace of contamination would be missed and affect ordinary people.
In the process, countless people were saved.
At first, everyone was a little scared when they looked at Jiang Mingda, especially the way he drove away the corpses. Coupled with his old and ugly appearance, he looked too much like an evil heretic.
Fortunately, as the disaster relief work progressed, he gradually gained recognition from everyone, and later he was regarded as a living Bodhisattva.
Like a kind old man, Jiang Mingda dealt with the settlement issues of the city residents before driving the corpses to the outskirts of the city, to an open space deep in a huge cemetery.
"Uncle Jiang, this kind of guarding and purification work can be left to the disciples." A disciple of the law enforcement team watched Jiang Mingda's disaster relief actions throughout the process. In recognition, he volunteered and said:
"Not only did the disciples not help me much today, the sweeping of the floor was all done by my uncle, which is not the right thing to do. If you, uncle, have to do this kind of purification work yourself, the disciples will definitely be punished when we go back. !”
"It's okay. The old way is to drive away corpses. It's more convenient to deal with these. Don't be infected with evil and affect the foundation. The old way has suffered like this in the past."
Jiang Mingda tried his best to show a kind smile, like a kind old man, his words were full of consideration and concern for his disciples.