Chapter 342 Baimu [Subscribe and vote]
Such a horrifying scene made the surrounding disciples feel confused for a while.
"Senior Brother Mo Yun, this is..." The wine-sacrifice monk who just wanted to help someone said with a surprised look on his face.
"I was careless. I didn't expect that the things marked by the Immortal Lord as flesh-field spiritual objects are so terrifying. I accidentally caught him. With just one blow, we were all defeated. If it hadn't been for the old Taoist's life-saving means, we would probably have returned. not coming."
The old Taoist Mo Yunzi, who had seven eyes on his face, said with a wry smile: "Fortunately, I have lived up to my fate. This is definitely the legendary Baimu Meat Field, and it is also the top natural meat field!"
"In this case, report it quickly." The other two Jijiu, who had been silent until now, said, "The situation of these senior brothers can only be solved by the arrival of the Immortal Lord!"
"No need, the old Taoist has already sent a message to the Holy Master of Five Elements. Because the photo was attached, he has received a reply. The Immortal Lord will be here soon. Now hurry up and open the altar!" The old Taoist Mo Yunzi said weakly.
The expressions of the three remaining Jijiu Daxiu changed slightly, but then returned to normal. The three of them looked at each other and said, "Okay!"
Immediately afterwards, the three people floated up and looked at the deck. At this moment, a group of disciples were surprised and said: "The spiritual object that the Immortal Lord is looking for has been found. According to the previous preparations, start opening the altar!"
The disciples with different expressions were stunned at first, and then they were all overjoyed.
After they got the unlucky lot, they came to do this task honestly, just for this small possibility!
One by one, they suppressed their excitement and began to act according to the previous rehearsal.
There is actually a huge altar carved on the entire deck.
The old Taoist Mo Yunzi dragged the three of them to move a little bit.
Because it has been practiced countless times, everyone is very familiar with it.
Everyone, including the three leaders, suppressed their excitement and felt uneasy. They opened the altar, offered incense and invited music, all in one go.
"The fragrance echoes to the heaven and earth, the blood talisman and the white bones cast the spiritual formation; I have traveled thousands of miles to invite the immortal king, and I pay my respects to all the benefactors in this altar!"
"The disciples from the lower realm are dedicated to paying their respects, and the Immortal Lord of Transcendence has arrived. The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law."
As the leading wine-offering monk recited the final incantation, the paper man above the altar floated directly into the air.
"Boom!"
Almost at the same time as the paper figures floated up, thunderclouds quickly gathered in the sky.
Under the gaze of everyone, the paper man expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye turned into a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a resolute face, and an extraordinary handsome appearance. He was not a human being.
"Snapped!"
With the appearance of the young man, Lei Jie also arrived in time.
The peerless celestial figure, the otherworldly temperament, and the calmness of nothing under the bombardment of thunder made everyone who had heard many legends fall into a daze.
Wang Zijia looked indifferent and did not even raise his head to give Lei Yun any attention.
His eyes were shining with an extremely strong aura, looking at the meat ball in the distance where the movement had not completely subsided.
In the midst of the intense pollution, an extremely pure aura appeared in his eyes, making Wang Zijia feel slightly happy.
This kind of situation where the yang pole produces yin is still in the monster, it should be the meat field.
Following the feedback from the probing technique in his eyes, a little smile appeared on Wang Zijia's indifferent face.
Name: Baimu Nidan
Category: Natural meat field
Level: third grade
Output: Demon Eyes and Ghost Eyes
After receiving the feedback from the spiritual eye, Wang Zijia looked down with a smile.
The first thing I noticed was the four unlucky ghosts in the midst of evil.
He raised his hand and made four pills fly down, saying: "Take it for them!"
Mo Yunzi, the only one who was awake, immediately took the pill, turned his hand and swallowed one pill himself, and then gave another pill to the three unconscious people.
Wang Zijia changed his mind and exchanged the pollution, including the deformities on his body.
"Um!"
The three of them woke up immediately, and the abnormalities on the four of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Thank you, Patriarch!" x4
Wang Zijia nodded slightly and waved his hand, intending to let the Dharma frame leave first.
"Huh?!"
But when his eyes swept across the deck, he stopped and let out a soft sigh.
He raised his hand and waved slightly, and a mana held a young man in the air.
Shang Rifeng, a sturdy young man, was originally looking at it with excitement, but then he suddenly realized that he was being restrained by the Immortal Lord and floating up.
The elegant young man Yao Wenxuan next to him flashed his eyes for a moment and buried his head a little lower.
However, Shang Rifeng was floating in the air in full view of everyone.
Wang Zijia looked at him carefully for a moment, then stretched out his hand gently.
Rich runes immediately appeared on Shang Rifeng's body, covering his entire body like a piece of clothing.
"Wave!"
As the aura of Wang Zijia's fingertips touched the runes, the clothes made of runes looked quite good, but they were ruined by Wang Zijia as if they were just a piece of clothing.
"Forehead!"
The dull Shang Rifeng's face instantly turned red, and a massive amount of aura erupted from his body.
At the same time, his cultivation level, which he had just grasped the Qi Sense and had not been able to practice in a year, quickly climbed to the level of seven or eight years of Taoism in the blink of an eye.
"Is it really the best spiritual root?" Wang Zijia said in surprise.
The people below who were originally curious all looked at Shang Rifeng in astonishment.
Yao Wenxuan was also mixed in, looking a little nervous.
Wang Zijia frowned and looked at Shang Rifeng and said, "Since you have entered the Demon Suppression Sect, why do you hide at the cost of suppressing your foundation? Didn't the notice I issued before to recruit talented disciples reach the Demon Suppression Sect?"
Shang Rifeng was stunned for a long time before he realized that Wang Zijia was asking him, and said in a daze, "Top-grade spiritual roots? Me?"
Wang Zijia frowned slightly and looked down.
The several priests below immediately said, "Report to the ancestors, in the notice of the Demon Suppression Sect, your various decrees have always been displayed on it and have never been taken down."
"As for this disciple...when he was tested for entering the sect, he was just a pseudo spiritual root that was slightly inferior to the lower-grade spiritual roots. We don't know why."
"Forget it, let's retreat first, the spiritual objects are important." While speaking, he looked at Shang Rifeng and said, "As for you, kid, report to my building after returning to the sect."
Shang Rifeng was stunned, and subconsciously said, "Disciple will obey the decree of the Immortal Lord!"
Wang Zijia waved his hand and put it back on the deck, no longer paying attention to everyone. With his feet on the void and lightning on his head, he headed for the meat island in front.
In the crowd, Yao Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
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At this moment, the Hundred-Eyed Evil Gall, which was awakened by Mo Yunzi and others, saw Wang Zijia approaching. It was already in a frenzy, waving its tentacles, trying to attack Wang Zijia.
It looks like a strange sea urchin, but its body is an island, or it grows on the island below and cannot move.
Wang Zijia happened to stand outside the range of its tentacles, so it roared continuously. On the tentacles, countless eyes opened, constantly flashing strange polluted divine light.
But they were all absorbed by Wang Zijia's body, without bringing any effect, like a mud cow into the sea.
And Wang Zijia looked at it carefully for a long time, and found three eyeballs on its body that were not polluted and emitted pure spiritual light among the densely packed eyeballs.
Meat field is actually a kind of evil.
However, due to unknown reasons, very pure spiritual parts will occasionally be born from their extremely filthy bodies. Well, some may also contain some pollution.
And the effects of extraordinary characteristics are often much stronger than the natural treasures of the same level.
However, this phenomenon is very rare.
It is even less likely than the probability of a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine directly becoming a spirit.
After this phenomenon was discovered by the monks, after countless people's research and specialization, the meat field was born and widely spread.
This special kind of evil is also called the meat field.
While Wang Zijia was thinking, he sensed the breath of the evil below. In fact, it is not strong. It has just passed the real person realm. It is much stronger than the trash in the core area of the Guangyin Forbidden Zone, but it has not reached the level of Kongming Cicada.
It is no longer difficult for Wang Zijia to face it now.
Therefore, Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, and the golden dragon shadow wrapped around his body. With the fluctuation of mana, the whole person turned into a dragon spear and fell down with thunder.
It violently broke the various tentacles that came, and actively controlled the damage range. Avoid severely injuring the opponent.
"Puff!"
The dragon spear was inserted into the huge body of the sea urchin, and countless monsters like tentacles growing on it directly surrounded Wang Zijia.
"Hua La!"
Before they surrounded him, Wang Zijia had already grabbed a strange eyeball with a flashing spiritual light and kept spinning around, and flew up again.
"Roar!"
The monster whose spiritual eye was dug out fell into a state of rage.
Dancing tentacles wildly, churning the surrounding sea water. Causing a big commotion.
Wang Zijia ignored it at all, checked the eye spiritual object in his hand, and put it away.
Looking at the rioting monster below, he thought for a moment, and the spiritual light of his whole body surged, and the crimson magic power covered most of the sky like colorful clouds.
"Seal!"
As Wang Zijia accumulated power for about a quarter of an hour, the crimson magic power that colored half of the sky rushed into the island below like a whirlwind.
On the surface of the meatball-like island, countless crimson runes condensed and sank into the meatball, slowly forming a network composed entirely of runes.
It was as if someone was using a paintbrush to quickly outline the surface of the meatball.
The riot of the evil meatball became slower and slower, slowly losing its strength, and finally fell silent as if it was sleeping.
"Pah!"
Wang Zijia clapped his hands, and the five ghosts turned into five fairy children and emerged.
Wang Zijia pointed to the huge meatball island below and said, "Haven't you eaten too much recently and can't digest it? Carry it back for me."
The faces of the five ghosts fell when they saw the huge island below.
They can indeed move mountains with five ghosts, but they are only in the realm of offering wine, and moving mountains is really strenuous.
It is in this Qinglian Realm that cultivation, magic power, and magic skills have been expanded and strengthened, so that they can move such a huge island that is two or three times more exaggerated than Baitao Peak.
But it is very tiring!