I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

At this time, Wang Zijia's flesh and blood were constantly squirming. An ugly human head appeared on his neck, and two ghost claws grew on his back. His body was constantly squirming and changing, which was very evil.

"Value +673!"

Before he could do anything, the pollution that had just been born and invaded had not had time to guide Wang Zijia into the devil, and even had not broken through the seal, and was simply exchanged for value by Wang Zijia.

In an instant, all the invading pollution subsided, and Wang Zijia's breath did not surge at all.

Such a change also made the eyes of the five ghosts who had just completed the breakthrough clearer, and the light of spiritual wisdom was more abundant. They looked less and less like evil creatures, but more like normal Fuwa.

After a long time, Wang Zijia opened his eyes, and the obscure spiritual light flashed in his eyes, which was clear, without any turbidity, and without any crazy suppression.

Feeling the surging power in his body and the pressure between his gestures, at this moment, Wang Zijia had the confidence to compete with the geniuses in the sect.

Then without further delay, with a flash of spiritual light, he rushed towards the pillar of light that reached the sky.

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Because Wang Zijia had been rushing to the Blood Dragon Abyss these days, he was cleaning the land around this spiritual resource point, so he was not too far from his destination.

With the blessing of the Five Ghosts, Wang Zijia turned into a shadow and ran quietly for more than a quarter of an hour, and various figures began to appear around him.

Some floated off the ground, some ran wildly with their heads down, and some flew and jumped continuously.

One by one, the high-level boys were all rushing towards the blood-colored pillar of light with their heads down.

After everyone met, if they didn't know each other, they all kept their distance tacitly and were vigilant against each other.

If they met fellow disciples, those who were familiar would say hello twice, and those who were not familiar would nod to each other and gather together silently.

In a moment, Wang Zijia arrived at his destination.

From a distance, this was a canyon basin. Below the canyon, the edge should have been a wide river, but now it was replaced by blood-red filthy liquid.

The canyon meanders around the basin. The center of the circle was supposed to be a mountain, but it was broken into pieces, and the main body disappeared, leaving only a pile of rocks. The blood in the canyon flowed in it, and countless jagged rocks loomed, like a rocky blood lake.

In the cracks of the rocks, blood-red filthy liquid could be vaguely seen wriggling. Some rocks stood like reefs, while others rose and fell, floating in the liquid.

In the center of the rocky canyon, there were several huge stone pillars like stone peaks, on which there were two chains covered with runes, on which was locked a huge python with tumors all over its body, rotten flesh all over its body, and rotten flesh everywhere.

A faint blood-colored mist filled the entire canyon, shrouding the Blood Dragon Abyss in a hazy manner. Standing on the cliff and looking down, you can vaguely see that the python has woken up at this moment.

Its eyes were red, without any spirituality, like a madman.

Something was wriggling faintly in the tumors and rotten flesh all over the body.

According to the sect information, this place is a demon in the Hundred Demons Weird Domain. It was originally a demon snake at the peak of the wine-making level, but was eroded by the Weird Domain and turned into a demon.

Then it was imprisoned here by the big figures of the three sects, and became a meat field for breeding spiritual creatures.

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At this moment, the cliff of the circular canyon is full of various cultivators, scattered everywhere, and the three largest groups are the disciples of the three sects.

Wang Zijia came to the area where the disciples of Wanyu Sect were located, and nodded slightly to a group of unfamiliar brothers.

At this moment, he is a young man, 1.9 meters tall, with ligated muscles, strong and powerful, exuding the breath of male hormones all over his body, a man like an iron tower. The cultivation of the peak boy, the deep breath made a group of brothers look at him sideways.

At this moment, the disciples in their Wanyu are probably in their early 50s. It seems that there will not be a big increase in the short term.

After all, Blood Dragon Abyss is only the outermost resource point among the Hundred Demons and Spiritual Objects. The spiritual objects born there are not only of the level of C, but also tend to strengthen the body, and the scope of use is extremely limited.

The situation of the other two sects is similar.

Of course, the opposite of the three sects is the densely packed disciples of small sects around. They are not as picky as the disciples of the three sects. It is already a great fortune to be able to use spiritual objects to build the foundation and condense the method. How can there be any picky?

Because Wang Zijia was not familiar with everyone, he did not communicate with his fellow disciples. He stood alone and waited quietly.

As time went by, there were still a steady stream of disciples coming, most of whom were ordinary disciples. Everyone was relatively restrained, and no one acted rashly, probably because they were afraid of causing a melee and getting into a big fight.

Wang Zijia flipped his hand and took out more than 20 blood crystals, which he had obtained from the corpse of the Feixian Sect disciple before.

He didn't expect to get a spiritual object with this blood crystal. This spiritual object was not suitable for him, and it was a Class C one. He didn't intend to risk his life for it. He just came to see if he could get a trace of the remaining spiritual object.

Holding two blood crystals, his hands turned unconsciously, and Wang Zijia looked at the entire bloody filthy pool below, a little dazed.

"Bo..."

After waiting for another half a quarter of an hour, with a slight sound, the blood-colored light column that soared into the sky exploded and turned into countless blood mists that enveloped the bottom of the canyon, making the thin blood mist a little thicker.

In the hazy, the demon dragon body in the center of the canyon could no longer be seen clearly.

"Ang..."

A roar like a bull's roar was heard again, accompanied by a strong wind-like shock wave, and a faint fishy smell blew past with the fishy wind.

"Go!"

"Charge!"

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Instantly, above the canyon, at least two or three thousand boys jumped into the canyon like dumplings.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it!"

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As everyone jumped down, they landed on the jagged rocks on the filthy blood pool. The lucky ones were fine, but the unlucky ones stepped directly on the living rocks and their bodies suddenly sank into the liquid.

Qingyan sounded with screams and curses. When they hurriedly climbed up the reef beside them, they could already see deep white bones, and there were granulations wriggling on the wounds, and it seemed that there was some disease.

Wang Zijia also mixed in the crowd, jumped off the cliff, and landed steadily on a reef.

Instead of rushing to the center of the canyon, he raised his hand and a spiritual thread swam out, tentatively probing into the surrounding blood-colored liquid.

"Swish..."

As soon as the thread came into contact, bursts of green smoke emerged, corroding Wang Zijia's crystal red thread in the blink of an eye.

"Value +1!"

He frowned subconsciously, because these filthy liquids were completely different from what Wang Zijia thought. He did not feel the pollution of the evil seed. In addition to the extremely strong erosion, there was also a little bit of extremely difficult flesh and blood curse.