I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

"The two mouthfuls I sprayed are enough for five years of food storage. I'm just asking you if you're afraid!"

As Nannan muttered to herself, Wang Zijia felt that the curse had completed the invasion, and the normal steps were to activate the curse and make the target unconscious.

However, as Wang Zijia was activated, what was wrapped in the center of the spell was the core of the spiritual root demon, which was perfectly sent deep into the opponent's body, and began to corrode without trace and crazily.

Within a moment, without Yan Yingyi noticing, Wang Zijia had already filled Yan Yingyi's body with his 'pollution', polluting it into his shape.

Feeling the information brought by the red copper weight between his eyebrows returning to the sea of ​​consciousness, Wang Zijia finally let out a long sigh of relief with a happy face on his face.

It should be a success, and the preparation of nearly a month was not in vain.

In the midst of his thoughts, his mind moved slightly, and he came to his own chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

The red copper weight reappeared, and this time, it did not directly take Wang Zijia to escape into the opponent's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

Instead, the weights were activated, covering the illusory and real boundless sea that Wang Zijia had created before. Then, Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed.

A familiar trance feeling came over me, no different from before. When Wang Zijia came back to his senses, he was already in Yan Yingyi's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the extra boundless sea in the chaos and the Penglai Island standing in the sea, Wang Zijia was relieved and smiled sincerely.

‘It seems that this chaos is probably not a sea of ​​consciousness, at least not a pure sea of ​​consciousness! ’

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia floated into Penglai Island in the sea. He stepped into the Penglai Immortal Palace and sat in front of the ordinary counter under the huge container.

With a thought, Yan Yingyi's weights appeared, and Wang Zijia began to sort out the other party's basic information.

Name: Yan Yingyi

Cultivation level: [Boy] late stage

Daoxing: One hundred years (15000/15000)

Spiritual roots: middle-grade spiritual roots (fourth grade)

Kung Fu: Wanyu Codex (Child Chapter)

Techniques: Talisman production (Dacheng), rune control (Dacheng), rune reproduction (Dacheng), origami (Dacheng), talisman bird technique (Dacheng), feather falling technique (Dacheng), spiritual heart talisman (entry 518)

Available skill value: 14025

It took a long time for Wang Zijia to sort out the basic information about the other party, mainly because he had learned nearly thirty spells before and after, as well as a lot of messy life weights.

It can be seen from the value of more than 10,000 deployable skills that Yan Yingyi uses his weight to express what it means to dabble in a wide range of things but achieve nothing, and what it means to be familiar with everything and be plagued by everything.

After clearing up the other party's information, Wang Zijia's figure began to change.

The image of a handsome little fat man gradually stretched and became thinner, and his face began to mature.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zijia's image changed drastically.

As Wang Zijia's transformation was completed, a figure slowly condensed in front of the Penglai Immortal Palace.

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At night, it was already eleven or twelve o'clock, and Yan Yingyi originally planned to rest after carving the paper kite in his hand.

But when he was concentrating on refining the talisman, he suddenly fell into a trance for no reason. When he came back to his senses, the world had changed.

What came into view was a huge stone tablet and a classical attic full of timeless atmosphere. This sudden change made Yan Yingyi stunned.

The light sea breeze, accompanied by rich and clear spiritual energy, penetrates into the nose.

He jolted and suddenly came back to his senses.

Looking around blankly, I found myself on the top of a mountain. Looking down the mountain through the clouds and mist, the endless waves of the ocean are undulating, and an island full of fairyland stands quietly.

Then he looked back at the ancient stone tablet in front of him. There are also two vigorous ancient texts on the stone tablet: Penglai, and there is an inscription in one corner.

Entering Penglai, your body will change in this life.

Get rid of the mortal body and spend the rest of your life climbing the path of immortality.

‘Penglai? What's this? Some strange secret place? But how could the entry point be in the sect? ’

"Squeak..."

As Yan Yingyi's thoughts flickered, the door of the Penglai Immortal Palace, which was magnificent, majestic, and filled with the breath of time, slowly opened in front of him.

"Now that I have entered Penglai, I will be blessed with immortality. Why don't you, my little Taoist friend, come into the palace to talk about it!"

In the Immortal Palace, a man's voice came out. He sounded very young, but it also gave people a sense of vicissitudes of life and was full of the magnetism of a man.

Yan Yingyi is almost eighty years old after all. He has been in Wanyu Sect for seventy years and has seen many big scenes. After hearing the voice, he temporarily suppressed the surprise in his heart, and walked into the Immortal Palace with confusion and a little curiosity.

Stepping through the gate, Yan Yingyi felt the air around him rippling like water waves, and it was as if the world had changed again in the blink of an eye.

A huge hall came into view, and the first thing you saw was a huge container. Countless treasures were stored on the container, with different auras. Looking up, the top of the container seems to be invisible.

He stood at the entrance of the hall, like an ant. An aura of majesty, grandeur, and vicissitudes of life rushed towards his face, making him look particularly small.

In the center of the hall, directly below the container, there is a counter. A table and a chair are not unique, but rather ordinary. A young man wearing a green shirt and robe was sitting there at the moment.

What a person that is! ! !

The young man looks only in his twenties, but he does not appear immature, but is very mature.

He was dressed in a long green robe, and his temperament was elegant. His angular face was firm, yet gentle, and unusually handsome. He was 1.89 meters tall, and his body was strong but not too stout or strong, and everything was just right.

His eyes, which were clearly black and white, showed vicissitudes that did not belong to his age. His dark eyes were like an abyss, which could make people sink into him at a glance. The breath of time was clearly reflected on him, but there was no "traces" left.

At this moment, he had the best appearance of a man at his age, and he had the fatal killing power of a mature man, especially for young girls who were not deeply involved in the world, and he had boundless attraction. The whole person was interpreting the charm of a mature man.

Even Yan Yingyi, who had seen countless people, had not seen anyone who could compare with him in the sect in these years.

Even he, a man who was about to enter his old age, was slightly stagnant when he saw him for the first time, which was obvious!

Whether it is appearance or temperament, all of them reveal the unique charm of men. What is even more rare is that the other party has a variety of complex temperaments such as fortitude, maturity, elegance, and vicissitudes.

Yan Yingyi was stunned for a moment, then he immediately came back to his senses, quickly took two steps forward, came to the counter, and bowed to the young man and said: "Yan Yingyi, an outer disciple of Wanyu Sect, greets this senior."

"If you enter Penglai, then you are the destined person of Penglai, no need to be so polite." The young man showed an elegant smile and said in an amiable way.

But as he opened his mouth, the vicissitudes of life in his words became more intense, making Yan Yingyi even more arrogant and dare not speak.