Chapter 310: Greeting Curse [Please vote for me and subscribe]

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The top second-generation circle of the outer sect?

Although Wang Zijia didn't know what the second-generation circle of cultivators was like, he had heard a lot in his previous life. He could roughly guess what the other party said.

Therefore, he immediately said with surprise: "Brother Gu, you have helped me a lot! I knew that when there is something, we still have to rely on the brothers in our own veins, they are reliable!"

It was obviously a plain flattery, but Gu Xuefeng was very happy. The corners of his paralyzed mouth were slightly raised. It was obvious that he was very fond of it. Of course, it depends on the person.

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

"Twenty thousand!" Gu Xuefeng said indifferently: "Because I found my cousin personally, I just want to show my appreciation."

Twenty thousand?

A little appreciation?

It sounds like a bargain!

This is already a level that is difficult to achieve among the second-grade, top-grade magic tools. It is also a relatively high level among disposable death-substitute props!

Although it is indeed a bit of a discount compared to its source, it is not as cheap as you said.

Young man, your friendship with your cousin may not be as beautiful as you think!

Wang Zijia's mind was racing. Although he was very painful, he did not show it on his face. He immediately nodded and said, "Okay, when will it be delivered?"

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

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

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That night, in the sacrificial laboratory in the underground base of Bai Taofeng that had not been completely completed.

Wang Zijia took a blood-colored talisman and examined it carefully.

On the traditional yellow paper talisman, the blood-red lines outlined a sloppy portrait of a puppet, and the blood-red runes densely covered around it also looked very casual.

From the various traces of the talisman, it can be seen that the person who refined it was very casual at the time. But the quality of the talisman produced is not low.

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

Then, Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and he came to the Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness.

That's right, he was going to try to curse Yue Changqing!

Out of caution, he planned to cast a spell in the Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness, and cast a spell in Min Xin's Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness!

Why not in his own Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness?

Because he was afraid!

Although he was very sure that in the Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness, under the power of the Tao Fruit, let alone the Infant God, the True Immortal might not be able to do anything to him.

But after all, it was just a guess, and there was no practical experience, so he should find someone to take the blame!

As for why Min Xin?

Who made him a shadow? Giving him a chance to live is not to do dirty work, of course, including taking the blame!

He should feel honored. After all, among the many secret agents recruited, Wang Zijia can now favor him alone!

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

The book was gently opened, and a piece of altar painting paper collapsed, and a blood-red basement appeared around it, with a fantasy layout of a bone altar with dense red runes inside.

Then, the blood-replacement talisman paper and a wisp of Wang Zijia's own blood appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

It was the first time to try, so I didn't plan to spend a lot of money, so I'll give it a try!

Wang Zijia took a deep breath and looked at the illusory altar in front of him. Although he felt that there was no bonus, Wang Zijia still followed the process.

Opening the altar, casting spells, and cursing were all done in one go.

After a set of smooth movements, there was no awkwardness at all. It was obvious that he had done this kind of thing many times.

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

All evil spirits and thieves obey my orders.

Those who speak to me are deaf;

Those who see me are blind;

Those who curse me will suffer bad luck;

Those who dare to plot against me will suffer the consequences!

The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

"Get up!"

In the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, in the illusionary blood array, under the cold light of the blood jade book, a large amount of magic power and a trace of blood were thrown into the altar, turning into a strange breath, and disappeared without a trace with the yellow paper death talisman as the medium.

In the dark, Wang Zijia sensed a target.

Completely different from the previous curses, he vaguely saw a giant covered by a halo in the dark. The giant was connected to the sky and the earth, and was extremely tall. He was like an ant at the feet of the giant.

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

Before he could see carefully, a wisp of almost imperceptible breath he brought was entangled with the giant.

Wang Zijia's mind was like a complete sonic boom, his mind was confused, and he fell into a trance.

After a few breaths, when Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he was still in Min Xin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Except for the yellow paper death talisman in front of him that looked a little old, the rest of the things were the same, and he didn't feel any tracking and backlash. If the collision just now didn't count, he didn't feel any tracking and backlash.

"It can be done!"

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 hidden effect determines its operation.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work once, at worst, just take your time, and wait for the day when you are unlucky...

"Haha, the Yue family, right? This seat is really going to fight with you!"

Under the blood-red light, Wang Zijia showed a faint smile. The blood-red light reflected on his face, making the smile look evil and strange.

Instead of leaving the Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness immediately, Wang Zijia waited for half an hour. After confirming that there was no problem, he quietly left Min Xin's Chaos Sea of ​​Consciousness.

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

Now that the small courtyard has been basically built, Wang Zijia named it Baitao Courtyard, and the Zhaixing Tower in front of it was also named Baitao Zhaixing Tower.

This should be his base camp for a long time in the future.

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

She stayed in Biyiyuan most of the time, so it seemed a little lonely here.

The night was like water, the moonlight was cold, and Wang Zijia strolled in Taoyuan, full of fairy spirit.

When the next spring comes, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the scenery will be even more beautiful, which can be regarded as a bit like a Taoist temple.

After strolling around the peach garden for a while, Wang Zijia returned to the yard and started his daily boxing.

From today on, in addition to boxing practice, his morning and evening homework should have an additional activity: daily curses for evergreen!

Of course, it is not the kind that costs a lot. Using a strand of blood essence as a guide, consuming all the magic power, just like daily inquiry, to greet him in the morning and evening!

He has never been so concerned about his parents, and he is honored!

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The next day, An Xingsheng brought a ten-year-old spiritual boy to Baitaoyuan and Wang Zijia's office early in the morning.

Now An Xingsheng also lives on Baitao Peak, of course it is impossible to live in Baitaoyuan. Instead, a reception desk was specially built outside the peach garden to accommodate the disciples who serve Baitaoyuan.

It also means doorman.

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

"This is one of the kids we brought back this time. According to your request, Uncle Master, it is only a low-grade spiritual root, with ordinary talent and comprehension, and has learned a little martial arts."

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

"To answer the ancestor, my name is Deng Xingyan!" The spiritual boy Deng Xingyan immediately replied respectfully, with a slight tremor in his voice, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

"Ancestor? Have you stayed in the Demon Sect of Jingchan Mountain?" Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked to Deng Xingyan, looked at him and asked.

"To answer the ancestor, yes. I am from Linhong County and am familiar with the surrounding areas. So in the half month before the Demon Sect was established, I did not stay in the Immortal Pavilion, but helped to build the sect." Deng Xingyan replied carefully.

"Yes!" Wang Zijia nodded and asked, "Did you learn martial arts in the sect?"

"My family taught me some fake tricks, and then I learned a top-level innate technique in the sect, but I only practiced it for more than a month. After entering the Lingtong Academy and completing the initial education of Lingtong, I stopped practicing martial arts." Deng Xingyan replied carefully.

"Have you comprehended the basic techniques given by the Lingtong Academy?"

"I have comprehended it!"

"Do you feel the energy?"

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

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

"Yes!" An Xingsheng saluted, and turned around and left the yard without asking Wang Zijia what he was going to do.

Wang Zijia also turned around and went out. Deng Xingyan was smart enough to follow him immediately without Wang Zijia's instructions.

The two came to the yard outside the room.

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

"Is it the Xiantian martial arts learned by the Demon-Suppressing Sect?" Deng Xingyan confirmed carefully.

"Well, practice it!" Wang Zijia nodded calmly.

Deng Xingyan saw this and said no more, and started to practice directly.

Martial arts and Taoism are different, but there is no distinction between exercises and martial arts. It is not accurate to say that there are martial arts in the exercises.

Each complete Xiantian secret book has complete initial martial arts moves, as well as the corresponding exercises after practicing internal strength, including the Xiantian exercise diagram.

Deng Xingyan has indeed only practiced for more than a month. Even with the qualifications of a low-grade spiritual root, there is no exaggerated result. He has not even cultivated the internal energy of the acquired realm, and is still in the stage of practicing body and strength.

In addition, he only practiced for a little over a month before, and now he has been off for about a month, which is obviously very unfamiliar.

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

"It's OK!" Wang Zijia said.

Deng Xingyan stopped nervously. He knew his own abilities best. He thought that he had displeased the ancestor, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

Wang Zijia ignored him and took out a disguised Peiyuan Pill, saying, "Take it and start practicing Qigong!"

Deng Xingyan was stunned and said carefully, "My disciple has not yet developed his internal strength, so he cannot practice Qigong!"

"Take it and do as you are told!" Wang Zijia said calmly.