Chapter 317: The altar of bones piled up in the town of genocide!
Type: Soulless Crow
Level: Third grade elementary
Category: Spiritual Bones
Completeness: Excellent
Pollution degree: poor
Price: 11000
Introduction: The soul-destroying crow is a special monster with an unknown origin, and the monster was highly polluted during its lifetime. Although it has been treated by many means, there are still serious contamination residues, so please handle it with caution.
In the container, apart from the spirit bones, there is also a blood bottle placed on the ground in front of the bird's head.
Type: Soulless Crow
Level: Third grade elementary
Category: Bloodline
Completeness: Poor
Pollution degree: poor
Price: 7000
Introduction: This is an extremely precious special type of blood, but due to serious pollution, it has lost the possibility of taking it internally such as cultivating the path of transformation. But after careful processing, making talismans and refining weapons is still barely possible.
"This set of pollution is close to what you call one hundred and four, right? Can I get a discount?" Wang Zijia said straight to the point.
The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face: "But this spiritual material is a rare spiritual material of luck, and I cherish it very much. Even if you can't refine elixirs or make blood vessels, you can still refine spiritual weapons and spiritual talismans!"
"Refining spiritual weapons? With this level of pollution, even if you call a fourth-grade weapon refiner, you will still have a headache. At most, you can only refine magic weapons or create ghost weapons!" Wang Zijia revealed the truth very straightforwardly.
"Even if it's a magic weapon, it's still a weapon of luck."
"Can I still wear the magic weapon's luck weapon with me? Is it not enough for me to be possessed by the devil?"
"You don't have to refine a magic weapon, a talisman will do too!"
"Then you still want to sell it as a spiritual weapon-level material, but spiritual ink has a different price."
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The two went back and forth for a few words, and the shopkeeper was also aware of the shortcomings of this material. In the end, he reluctantly lost several thousand francs, and the two together sold for 15,000 francs.
Wang Zijia was so distressed that she paid for this spiritual material, and then spent nearly 10,000 mana in his store to buy a lot of low-level materials.
Then he went to the street stall and made up a lot of leftover materials. He spent more than 30,000 French dollars, which made Wang Zijia feel painful for a while.
After purchasing all the necessary things, Wang Zijia took the Blood Demon Jade Shuttle and flew for more than an hour back to the White Peach Courtyard.
After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and all the blood and essence in his body began to gather in the palm of his hand.
"Value - 100,000!"
For the first time, Wang Zijia extracted his entire blood essence and condensed a complete drop of blood from the wine-sacrifice realm.
A consumption worth a hundred thousand degrees!
Looking at the drop-shaped, semi-solid colloidal blood droplets in front of him that looked like blood emeralds, Wang Zijia's eyes flashed coldly.
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On the outskirts of Wanyu Sect, the surrounding family areas are close to the north of the Demon Gate.
Even though there are still many dynasties and wilderness between here and the Bone Soul Temple, various disasters have begun to occur frequently in recent times. The law enforcement team had no choice but to double their strength to rectify it, but it was not much better.
It was night, in a small town that had just been wiped out, Jiang Mingda was busy with a group of disciples.
After receiving the news in the afternoon, he quickly chose this town. At this moment, with the help of his corpse removal and the help of his disciples, the newly abandoned town was already decorated with bones.
Throughout the town, you can see bones piled up one after another, like building-like bone pillars.
In addition to the bones, there are also all kinds of filthy things that were sent by the fairy boy through the altar in a short period of time, ranging from the filthy blood of monsters and animals to the corrosive liquids in the rotten swamps everywhere.
All were dumped and piled up at the base of these bone pillars, and there were ditch-like formations on the ground, all over the entire area of the small town.
There are numerous piles of bones standing there, and various filthy liquids flow at the bottom, forming a strange altar array.
This is the result that Jiang Mingda led two teams and spent most of the day.
Even with a formation covering the entire town, the evil aura was palpable.
Everyone continued to dump all kinds of bones and filthy things according to the plan. Rui Wen and Jiang Zhengye, who had followed Jiang Mingda for the longest time, felt a little hairy in their hearts as they looked at the filthy altar that was gradually taking shape and enveloped the entire genocide town.
This place had just been exterminated, and it was a time when the resentment was soaring. To build such an altar at this moment is not only evil, but also has a vague tendency to change.
Seeing such a scene that was even more demonic than a demonic cultivator, Rui Wen couldn't help but asked again: "Uncle Master, is this really what the higher-ups ordered!"
"Bullshit, it wasn't the orders of the gods above. How could you command the five fairy boys to deliver so many things in person?" Jiang Mingda felt uncertain, pointing at the white bone pillars on the ground, and scolded in an unstable mood.
He used a stern look and voice to hide his panic and a somewhat hairy heart.
"But...but..." Jiang Zhengye didn't dare to say what he was thinking for a long time.
After all, he, a former spy with the Bone and Soul Concept, felt uneasy and strange. Who could he ask to reason with!
"Stop it, it's almost time, get that guy up quickly, don't waste time!" Jiang Mingda directly interrupted the other party's words and said.
After Ruiwen heard this, he left the town filled with bones and came to the edge of the town.
From a disciple, he took over a demon.
"Ho ho ho!"
The childhood monster's limbs had been completely removed at this moment, leaving only the trunk and head. While the fleshy buds of the wound were squirming, it kept roaring and hissing at Ruiwen, trying to bite him.
It is obviously a demon that is completely possessed!
He carried the demon ghost and came to the center of the town.
At the core of the gathering of countless filthy liquids, there was a bone urn base of about 20 square meters. The base was soaked by various filthy liquids, and a strong ominous smell was permeated, and a faint smell of pollution was floating.
Ruiwen clearly felt that his spiritual sense had been warned, and his whole body was a little shaky.
Still gritted his teeth, jumped onto the bone urn, and threw the demon ghost on the urn base.
After doing this, he came to the other corner of the urn base and stood behind Jiang Mingda.
Everyone looked at the time, and then looked up at the faint moonlight in the sky. When it was almost time, they all started to burn incense and ask for music.
"The fragrance is heavy and responds to the universe, and the blood talisman and the white bones cast the spirit formation; I have traveled thousands of miles to invite the gods, and I am begging all the benefactors of this altar!"
"The disciples are praying with all their hearts, and the five ghost gods are coming. The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law."
As the few people started to play, the spiritual light of the small altar in front of them flickered slightly for a moment, and then the few people felt the familiar feeling of being wrapped.
Their bodies quickly shrank, and in a moment they turned into five cute fairy children wearing Taoist robes, about one meter tall, and looked only seven or eight years old.
After the five fairy children descended, the five people could still feel everything the fairy children felt, but they could not control their own bodies, as if they were trapped in their own skin.
Although they still felt something was wrong in their hearts, they had already gotten used to it after experiencing the fairy children's possession many times.
The five fairy children ignored the feelings of the five people who were possessed, and quickly checked the town for a moment. After confirming that everything was correct, they jumped onto the white bone base in the center.
The five people looked serious, and the eldest opened his mouth and spit out a paper man.
After the paper figure floated out of the other person's mouth, it seemed to come alive. It looked around and then expanded rapidly, and instantly turned into an old man.
The old man was relatively young, about fifty years old, wearing the standard blue shirt and white cloud robe of an outer disciple. He looked ordinary, like an old Taoist priest that could be seen everywhere in Wanyu Sect.
After the old Taoist priest appeared, he checked the surroundings again. After confirming that everything was correct, he came to the demon ghost whose hands and feet had been cut off on the base of the bone jar.
He turned his hand and stuffed a demon seeding pill into his mouth. Even though the other party had been completely possessed by the demon, it did not affect the erosion of the demon seeding at all.
Or it could be said that the pollution did not care about the invasion of the demon seeding power at all, as if it were the same kind, and it fought with it in a moment.
After completing the demon seeding, Wang Zijia stopped the action in his hand.
He gave the five fairy children a look, and the five fairy children immediately sat around the base of the bone jar, surrounding the demon ghost in the middle from five directions.
Wang Zijia's mind moved, and the book in his body took him directly into the blood-colored sea of consciousness of the demon in front of him.
In the narrow space, in the blood-red mist, Wang Zijia looked around and then began to move.
The book was opened, a page collapsed, and the illusion spread out, which was exactly the same scene as the white bone altar town in the outside world.
Wang Zijia came to the center of the scene in the form of a paper man, poured out the prepared materials from the book, and began to build the physical core altar on the illusory central base according to the curse method.
With more than a year of curse experience and the culmination of two top-grade curse methods, he was already familiar with the basic skills of the curse method: altar making.
Even the third-grade spiritual materials were not much different.
As the spiritual bones were engraved with blood-red runes and glued together by magic power, a small pentagonal white bone altar was made by Wang Zijia.
It was carefully placed on the white bone base, just corresponding to everything outside.
After doing all this, Wang Zijia checked it carefully several times again.
He had already determined that the curse would not be discovered. But if he failed to curse the demon and was discovered.
Then as the Infant God, even if he could not calculate it himself, he would ask someone to calculate it.
So if he was still being calculated with the blessing of Tao Fruit, Chaos Sea of Consciousness, and the pollution of evil seeds, and three layers of protection, it would probably be at least the True Immortal who took action.
After all, it is extremely difficult to calculate just one evil.
"It should be OK!" Wang Zijia whispered to himself as if to comfort himself.
He took a deep breath, opened the book, and an extremely old talisman paper with black spots on it flew out.
It was the death talisman that had endured countless greeting-style curses. At this moment, it was severely decayed and would rot at any time.
Also flying out was a drop of gelatinous blood-red crystal: the blood drop, and a bottle of liquid full of wine aroma: the extremely filthy essence of the evil ghost, an excellent curse material.
This time, Wang Zijia didn't carefully save the talisman paper and threw it directly into the groove in the center of the altar in front of him.
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