Chapter 354: The Mysterious Forbidden Zone

Counting all the days he spent in and outside the restricted area since he came down to the lower realm, it lasted only three or four months, but his whole feeling was completely different from when he lived cautiously in the upper realm.

No matter in terms of cultivation or demeanor, they are completely different.

In addition, he is now eighteen years old, which is when a person is at his most youthful and vigorous. His arrogance, the edge of an unsheathed sword, and his sense of dominance can be felt at a glance.

Well, to put it in layman's terms, after being in a group of rookies for a long time, he has a bit of self-aggrandizement.

Fortunately, it's still within the normal range.

Wang Zijia looked at the people below for a moment and said calmly: "Do you all know the cause and harm of today's incident?"

The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the square.

"Dear Immortal Lord, we already understand the pros and cons!"

All the monks replied in unison.

Wang Zijia nodded and said: "In that case, I will stop talking nonsense and hope that each of us will do our best. Otherwise, when this mysterious realm spreads, the Qinglian world will really be in danger of annihilation!"

All the monks were shocked in their hearts, even though they had already received the notice from the Holy Land and knew how powerful it was.

But the same words, spoken from the mouth of the immortal, naturally have different effects.

Some of the monks who had just started drinking wine were even a little panicked.

Just as he said, Wang Zijia did not continue to say more, but turned his hand, a page of the book fell apart, and thousands of pills fell down.

Everyone looked at the pill in front of them and looked puzzled.

"This elixir is specially developed for this treacherous realm. In order to prevent you from being tricked, I unknowingly turned it into a divine sculpture." Wang Zijia said calmly after distributing the elixir.

When the people below heard this, some showed hesitation, some turned over their hands and put it away, and some ate it directly.

Even though his reputation as the World-Transcending Immortal Lord has reached what it is today, there are still many people with different attitudes. This is inevitable in the world of cultivation.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene indifferently, and did not force everyone to eat. He just said calmly: "Whether you want to eat or not is up to you. But when the time comes, don't say that I, the Demon Suppressing Sect, encouraged everyone to come. Go to death, as long as I, the Immortal Lord, don’t care about your life or death!”

The casual attitude, indifferent tone, and nonchalant look made everyone below pause for a moment.

Most of them chose to take medicine at first, but a small number still wanted to wait. Some were worried, and a few wanted to study what kind of elixir could actually put an end to the curse of God's Forbidden Land.

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Wang Zijia sensed that many demons were completed and was slightly dazed for a moment.

In the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, densely packed human paper clones were made with blood this month. They began to find their goals and went to the corresponding sea of ​​consciousness.

Each of these paper figures has a corresponding person in charge, who is responsible for exchanging the other's curse.

Because Wang Zijia did not consume much power and was made with just a little bit of blood, their strength was extremely weak and they could at most beat three or five ordinary people in the outside world.

A monk can kill a group of people in one breath.

But in the sea of ​​chaotic consciousness, they are no less effective than equivalent scales. After all, they are equivalent to the extension of the power of the scales.

Feeling the paper figures taking their places, Wang Zijia couldn't help but smile.

The sacrifice of the third weight and the role of the human skin clone are completely worthy of the torture Wang Zijia suffered before!

With it, Wang Zijia has the capital to form a top force, and even the legendary Heavenly Gods List is probably nothing more than this!

He looked at the fifty or sixty paper figures left in the Chaos Consciousness Sea. Since they were made one-to-one based on the invitation list, Wang Zijia could tell at a glance which ones had not taken medicine.

He ignored these and left the Chaos Consciousness Sea directly.

In the outside world, Wang Zijia was in a daze for a moment, and then said: "In this case, everyone should follow me and go to the forbidden place of God to find out what's going on!"

After saying this, Wang Zijia stepped out from Ling Yanlan's back and walked toward the outskirts of the city.

Mo Yunzi and the third deputy headmaster followed closely behind, and Ling Yanlan also turned into a palm-sized fire sparrow to follow.

Afterwards, thousands of demon-suppressing disciples flew out of the Paper House Palace, all of them were wine-sacrifice disciples, but at least half of them had achieved enlightenment and breakthrough under the tide of spiritual energy a few months ago.

Everyone in the square below also flew up and flew towards the outskirts of the city.

For a time, more than ten thousand escaping lights flew up, just like a group of immortals ascending.

After leaving the town and arriving at the suburbs, everyone can see sparse sculptures.

What makes people feel chilling is that most of these sculptures are lifelike and dressed in ordinary clothes. There are businessmen and peasant women, obviously they were transformed before.

Among a large group of ordinary sculptures, you can occasionally see a two- to three-meter-tall clay statue standing like the king among sculptures.

Obviously, these are the guys who ran out of the Shengui restricted area.

Compared with the lifelike real sculptures, these sculptures look fake, clay sculptures, but they are inexplicably chilling to the heart.

Wang Zijia was flying in the air, his eyes flashing with a different kind of spiritual light. Under the third-grade pupil technique, he saw a different vision.

He saw the sluggish remnant souls in the sculptures that looked like real people, constantly paying homage to the clay sculptures of the divine fetuses.

As he paid homage, wisps of gray air emerged from his head, converging towards the clay sculptures of the divine fetuses.

As the worship continued, the life-like sculptures became more and more like stone statues, but the clay sculptures exuded a strange feeling of enjoyment.

Looking up, at the end of the sky, you can see countless gray threads faintly, gathering from all directions of the continent, as if being pulled by some strange force, penetrating into the real strange domain ahead.

If I guess correctly, these threads should be incense beliefs.

As for why he can see it now, it may be because of the third-grade pupil technique, or it may be the influence of the incomplete imperial seal summons, or it may be that he accidentally went to the chaotic light ball space before, or a combination of several.

"Smash it!"

Wang Zijia only flew forward a short distance, then stopped and ordered.

The disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect heard the words and started to attack the various sculptures below with flashing spiritual light.

The bigwigs of other sects, one by one, delayed for a moment, and then started to act sparsely.

"Boom boom!"

As the spiritual light fell like rain, more than ten thousand sacrificial wines instantly cleared this suburb. After all, the sculptures below were not densely packed, and they were discovered earlier.

After the life-size sculpture was broken up, only a pile of yellow earth was left at the original place.

Several clay sculptures of the gods were hit and also did not escape the fate of collapse.

But in Wang Zijia's eyes, he clearly saw that an extremely strange breath rushed out from the broken clay sculptures of the gods, and according to the different degrees of attack, it found the people who attacked it.

Wang Zijia also smashed a sculpture, and a breath that was as corrosive as the evil seed pollution, but more strange, rushed into his body.

Or in other words, it was simply the evil seed pollution after mutation.

Weight: God and Ghost Pollution

Status: Polluted

Value: 23

Introduction: A special derivative of the God and Ghost Domain, which can make people unconsciously be transformed into sculptures, but they will not die, and provide incense for them day and night until they have given up everything.

Wang Zijia looked at this weight, which was exchanged by the paper man in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, and felt that the rest of the disciples were also exchanged, and Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Many disciples around also found that smashing the sculptures could slightly improve their cultivation, and they were all surprised.

Some did not understand and discussed in confusion.

"The pills developed by this seat are not only for preventing ghosts!"

Wang Zijia said so, which made many people stunned. Then, the monks of various sects who had been dawdling before burst into strong brilliance in their eyes.

Without Wang Zijia's instructions, they scattered one by one, followed Wang Zijia forward, and looked for clay sculptures to smash.

In this way, more than 10,000 priests, like locusts passing through the border, smashed all the way from the edge of the city to the gate of the ghost forbidden area.

A wall blocked the way for everyone.

The wall was more than ten meters high, and there was a green tile-like rain-proof structure on the top, which looked like the courtyard wall of a Taoist temple in the water village of Jiangnan.

It would be better if it was not more than ten meters high and seemed to have no end in sight.

A huge dilapidated courtyard gate appeared in everyone's eyes.

The gate had disappeared to some unknown place, leaving only the dilapidated door frame. Through the gate, one could see a huge Taoist temple inside.

As they approached the courtyard wall, flying became more and more difficult, and people fell to the ground from time to time.

Wang Zijia floated to the door and had to land.

It is completely impossible to fly in the Shengui restricted area, which is the fundamental law of this strange domain!

The three deputy masters, Mo Yunzi, and Ling Yanlan, who were brought by Wang Zijia, also landed at the gate of the courtyard.

Wang Zijia looked up at the gate and stepped in.

Seeing this, the people behind him followed and entered in a line.

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When passing through the gate, Wang Zijia felt a not-so-strong spatial fluctuation. When he came to his senses, the world had changed.

This is a huge Taoist temple, covering a large area. It should have been a part of the Qinglian Sword Sect at the time, such as a temple of the Shinto system.

This is a huge sect, not the traditional one in the past life, where a large temple is considered a big one if it covers half a mountain.

Its area is roughly estimated to be at least twice the size of the current Demon Suppression Sect.

There are hundreds of large and small mountains, on which various Taoist temples can be vaguely seen. It is unclear whether there are statues in the temples.

Apart from the temples, there are also various statues standing everywhere on hundreds of mountains.

Similar to the suburbs, there are lifelike real sculptures and strange clay statues. Many real gray-white sculptures have cracked.

In Wang Zijia's eyes, he can see that the countless incense threads gathered from the continent on the sky have turned into more than 60 strands here, and penetrated into some Taoist temples in some mountains.

When the wisps of smoke, like fog, spread out from the Taoist temple, it has turned from incense to strange air.