I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

After finishing all this, Wang Zijia first took out the two spiritual objects he had obtained in the Blood Dragon Abyss.

A golden-red meat strip, the size of a thumb, kept wriggling, just like an enlarged meat maggot.

As it wriggled, the spirituality in its body flickered and fluctuated, flickering.

The other was a pink meat bud, also like an earthworm, wriggling unconsciously.

Wang Zijia first tried to take a very small amount of blood-red meat bud, frowned, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The meat bud kept jumping in his mouth, and when he bit it with his teeth, he actually felt a burst of pulp, making the taste extremely strange.

Then, it turned into a weak force, merged into the body, and rushed towards the dantian. At the same time, a faint crazy thought filled his mind.

But because the power was too little and too weak, this power was about to disappear before it rushed into the dantian.

At this time, Wang Zijia was already in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the new weight.

Weight: Bloodline Spiritual Item

Level: Not good

Status: Slightly polluted

Value: 0.1

Introduction: The bloodline of the demon beast contains spirits. After it was demonized, it was sealed by a strange underworld tool, and the tool was used to grow crops. Its body was used as a meat field to grow the dragon spirit vein. Due to artificial planting and multiple harvesting and interception, the dragon vein is already extremely weak. And there are slight remnants of evil changes.

Before using this spirit to build a foundation, please carefully remove the pollution, otherwise after the method is established, the evil roots are deep, the foundation of the Tao is difficult to stabilize, and there will be endless troubles. It can also be used to accumulate the value into a real spirit object and then purify it. It is a necessary guide for the foundation of the dragon transformation!

As soon as Wang Zijia finished reading the information, the weight began to flicker, as if it was about to disappear. Wang Zijia did not exchange the value to stabilize the weight.

But after a few breaths, the light spot weight disappeared without a trace.

After Wang Zijia came to his senses, he took a little bit of the golden meat strip and threw it into his mouth.

The same bursting taste permeated, but this time the power that rushed into the body had an extra pressure.

Weight: Dragon Yuan

Level: Under Armor

Status: Slightly Contaminated

Value: 0.1

Introduction: The demon snake got the essence of the dragon by chance, awakened the spirit and opened the way, embarked on the road of dragon transformation, but was possessed by the devil because of the strange domain and became a meat field. After thousands of years of tempering, the most pure blood was gathered to extract such a large portion of Dragon Yuan.

This spiritual object is extremely suitable for dragon cultivators to build a foundation. Because there is only a large portion, it is best to let the alchemist match it with sufficient spiritual object formula to fill its lack of spirituality.

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When the weight disappeared again, Wang Zijia withdrew from the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness with a smile on his face.

The appearance of these two weights means that Wang Zijia’s previous idea was correct. He can just get a top-level medicine, and then rely on the value to directly pile up the most suitable and purest spirituality to fill the foundation of the method, thereby deriving his new method.

He re-sealed the two spiritual objects and put them away.

He took out the last storage bag and spent a long time to open it.

What made Wang Zijia speechless was that in the five cubic storage bags, clothes and beauty drugs took up a large part of the space.

The rest were a lot of spiritual objects and healing pills. The remaining life-saving items were almost used up, and the Qi-recovering pills were gone.

After a careful inventory, the things in it were worth at most one thousand magic money, and including the tattered little shield, it was no more than two thousand magic money.

It was a big harvest at ordinary times, after all, you couldn't really make money by making talismans for a month. But these days, I have a high vision!

He shook his head speechlessly, looked at the three storage bags, and gathered the messy things in them into the storage bag that Wang Zijia used first, which was only a few cubic meters, stuffed it full, and put it away.

The largest storage bag of ten cubic meters became Wang Zijia's carry-on.

After counting the harvest, Wang Zijia took out various pills and cleaned out the ones that might be needed later, such as those for healing and restoring energy.

Wang Zijia symbolically kept two bottles of explosive pills, poisonous pills, and messy pills with drug-like properties, and poured the rest into his mouth, consuming them one by one to become the value of cultivation.

Taoism: 100 Years (29/30,000)

After several hours, Wang Zijia's condition recovered and he stopped practicing.

He took out the map and identified the nearest demon stronghold.

The magic power gathered like quicksand, and the flesh and blood on the surface of the body began to wriggle, and Wang Zijia's body shrank rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he turned from a strong man with a strong body into a skinny old man who was no longer young, with wrinkles on his face and a slightly hunched body.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia nodded with satisfaction, set off again, and continued his favorite work: washing the floor and picking up (harmonious) corpses.

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For two consecutive days, Wang Zijia headed towards the next spiritual resource point while paying attention to the gathering places of demons and ghosts along the way. Whenever he saw a town, he would go in and take a look, doing the work of a "cleaner", enjoying it.

"Value +99!"

Wang Zijia came to a ruined city again, picking up various pieces of meat on the battlefield, extracting pollution, and throwing the remaining pieces of meat to the five ghosts.

Suddenly, a little bit of ghost energy filled the air, and the chubby Sanwa, who was sent by Wang Zijia to inquire about the situation in the city, emerged from the void, and his body quickly materialized from the illusion, and gestured to Wang Zijia.

"You said there are still people in this city?" Wang Zijia asked in confusion.

"Wow, wow!" Sanwa nodded and gestured continuously.

"Still fighting?" Wang Zijia said in surprise.

"Wow!"

"The fight was fierce?" Wang Zijia jumped onto a ruined building with doubts, and scanned the city. Not only did he not sense any fluctuations in mana, he didn't even see any smoke.

In such a deserted and dead city, how could he not notice the battle?

With doubts, Wang Zijia jumped off the street again and said to Sanwa: "Lead the way!"

When Sanwa heard this, a little ghost energy filled his body, and he shook his body and turned into a ghost and floated forward.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene with some envy. Under the blessing of the five ghosts, he could normally turn into a ghost and fly, but the method was incomplete and many functions could not be used.

It was barely enough to bless the flesh alone, for example, the abnormal recovery ability of the evil seed could not be fully blessed, let alone ghost transformation!

As the thought flashed, the mana on his body like quicksand fluctuated slightly, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

After completing the concealment, Wang Zijia took a breath and lightened his body, and quickly followed Sanwa's footsteps. The ghosts around him guarded Wang Zijia forward.

After sneaking for a few minutes, Sanwa, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and pointed to a building in the ruins that was barely intact.

‘Aren’t they fighting? ’

Wang Zijia was stunned, looking at the relatively quiet abandoned attic, and walked in carefully with doubts.

“Crackle, crackle…”

“Hmm…”