Chapter 444 Victims of War

Kuang Weiping, who was screaming shrilly, shuddered and stopped his painful expression. His eyes were cold and he looked at Wang Zijia with a cold, emotionless look.

Name: Kuang Weiping

Spiritual root: middle-grade demon spiritual root (demon transformation)

Cultivation: acquired entry

Skill: three years (3/100)

Skill: basic Yuelin sword

Available value: 23945 (influence of demon transformation)

Demon spiritual root: derived from ordinary gold spiritual root demon transformation, can absorb pollution to a certain extent, and has strong resistance to various demon pollution. However, it is also very easy to affect the mind, either becoming a peerless demon or a demon killer.

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Looking at the other party's information, Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows. While the mind and Taoism successfully prevented the other party from becoming a demon, by chance, he actually created a special physique.

In addition to spiritual roots, mortals actually have tens of thousands of values!

It was equivalent to having the potential of a peak boy overnight, but the pain brought by this power...

While thinking, Wang Zijia raised his hand to dispel the other party's mind magic, removed his absolute calm state and said:

"I give you two choices, either I kill you and end your current pain, which is considered to be a relief for you, or I give you a chance for revenge."

Even after Kuang Weiping lost the blessing of the Supreme Pure Law, he still looked at Wang Zijia with indifference, without the slightest joy of being rescued.

Hearing Wang Zijia's words, his expression fluctuated, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Revenge?"

"This is a man-made disaster, a disaster caused by the disciples of the Demon Sect's Bone Soul Temple!" Wang Zijia said indifferently.

"Please give me the law, immortal!" Kuang Weiping immediately woke up, suddenly knelt down in front of Wang Zijia, and kowtowed continuously.

Wang Zijia shook his head and waved his hand to stop him from continuing.

After throwing a paper man clone into his chaotic sea of ​​consciousness and sending a shadow summon, but only opening the contribution mechanism, he said to him indifferently:

"I have given you the opportunity to ascend to heaven, but you need to find the way to practice by yourself. How far you go depends on yourself."

"Of course, if you eventually go astray, walk on the path of evil and help the evil, then this opportunity will become your last life-threatening talisman."

After saying that, Wang Zijia ignored it and floated up.

In the final analysis, it was just because the other party's experience touched Wang Zijia a little, so he did it casually!

Kuang Weiping looked at Wang Zijia who was leaving blankly, feeling the list that suddenly appeared in his mind, and the information that obtaining pollution and treasures can gain contributions and improve cultivation, his eyes gradually became firm.

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"Father, shall we continue to move forward?" Chu Ziyu asked on the jade shuttle above the city.

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "This is the third disaster city we have encountered in Chengde Dynasty. The style is the same. The city is trapped to breed evil and refine human pills."

"There should be a real demon who sneaked in. If we don't deal with it, when the sect support arrives, this country will probably be destroyed by half."

"What should we do now? Search the whole country?" Chu Ziyu asked.

"Go to the capital!" Wang Zijia ordered.

Chu Ziyu heard that and stopped talking. He turned around and headed for the capital of this dynasty.

Along the way, Wang Zijia encountered many disaster cities and felt a little heavy.

After a ten-day journey, Wang Zijia clearly felt the reaction given by the Demon Sect.

The dynasties began to riot, which was obviously the initial response of the Bone Soul Temple to the previous events.

This is just to mobilize its hidden personnel, as well as the side doors and evil ways under its command.

When the official troops of both sides begin to contact and lose their scruples and bottom line, the situation will only get worse.

No matter how the sect guards, if the Bone Soul Temple is determined to take the man-made disaster measures like now, the situation in the entire northern part of Wanyu Sect and many ordinary dynasties will definitely be extremely corrupt.

Standard demonic disasters will occur everywhere until all living things are destroyed!

After all, most demonic monks will pollute their hands without scruples and bottom line, and the harm is really difficult to control.

It is more difficult to prevent than the blanket bombing in the previous life!

Alas!

In any world, the war will always be fought to the end, and the bottom people will always suffer!

Ordinary people will not win, but only lose!

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Chengde Dynasty, Imperial Capital, Qintianjian Headquarters

Its emperor, Emperor Lin De, was brought by the chief of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory to the Fairy Spirit Hall in person. He came to the Fairy Spirit Hall with an anxious look on his face and asked the three guarding immortals:

"Three immortals, someone just reported that four cities have lost contact again. What should we do?"

Three people sat high in the Fairy Spirit Hall, two men and one woman. The men all had old faces and white hair and beards. Although they looked ordinary, they had good temperaments and looked like some immortal masters.

The woman was like a widow in her thirties or forties, still charming and mature. Her whole body exuded a different style.

When the three heard the emperor's question, they all frowned.

The three were the guarding disciples of this dynasty. The leader, Dong Chengye, was the peak priest of Wanyu Sect. He was old and had no hope of breakthrough. He was not doing well in the sect, so he simply chose to be sent out.

The remaining two people, the woman Nie Xianyu is the guardian elder sent by the largest local sect in this dynasty, with the cultivation level of late Jijiu.

The man Shangguan Qijiang is a disciple of the first-class affiliated sect under Wanyu Sect, which is the top sect of several dynasties around.

Many dynasties under Wanyu Sect are mostly guarded in this way.

The main force is the disciples of Wanyu Sect, supplemented by local forces.

Of course, the premise is that there must be Wanyu Sect disciples sent here.

"Junior brother Shangguan, can your sect dispatch a real uncle first?" Dong Chengye, the leader of Wanyu disciples, looked at Shangguan Qijiang and said:

"This demonic disaster is most likely caused by the Demonic Sect Master. With just a few of us, trying to find out this Demonic Demonic Master is nothing short of wishful thinking!"

Shangguan Qijiang of the affiliated sect immediately shook his head and said: "I sent a message to the sect again this morning, and the senior uncles couldn't get away at all!"

Nie Xianyu from the local sect looked at Dong Chengye and said, "Senior brother, hasn't the real person from Wanyu Sect arrived yet?"

"It can't be that fast. Not to mention that the sect has been extremely busy these days. Even in normal times, it would take more than ten days to arrive. We only reported it in three days." Dong Chengye replied.

"Then what should we do now? If this continues, this dynasty will have to be abolished, and then our duty of guarding will be over..." Shangguan Qijiang said with a frown.

While the three were discussing, the emperor looked anxiously on the side, but couldn't say anything.

"Local guard disciples, come and see us quickly!"

When the three of them were at a loss what to do, an indifferent sound suddenly fell from the sky and spread throughout the entire palace.

The sound is not loud, but it is deafening.

"Um?"

"This is?"

"Is support arriving?"

The three of them were all stunned. As they looked at each other, they stepped out of the attic and looked into the distance.

At a glance, he saw that there was a blood-colored jade shuttle in the core hall of the Imperial Palace, with two immortal figures standing on it.

Before the three of them could make a move, the people on the jade shuttle also noticed them.

The bloody light flashed, and the next moment, it came to their heads.

"Are you here to guard the disciples?" Wang Zijia floated down from the jade shuttle in the image of an old demon boy, suspended in front of everyone, and asked as he looked at the three of them.

Chu Ziyu transformed into a young man and followed Wang Zijia like a servant.

In order to be simple and straightforward, the divine wheel of light loomed behind Wang Zijia, and his overwhelming momentum made several people tremble.

‘God...God Lord? ! ! ! ’

The three of them felt the pressure of Wang Zijia's divine king, and they all froze on the spot.

"What are you asking, father?" Chu Ziyu frowned slightly and looked at the three of them. His eyes finally fell on Dong Chengye and said, "Are you the guarding disciple of Wanyu Sect?"

Only then did the three of them wake up, and knelt down in fear, saying: "Disciple Dong Chengye, I didn't know that the Lord God was coming in person, and I missed you from a distance. Please forgive me!"

"The junior Shangguan Qijiang (Nie Xianyu), see the senior."

At this moment, the emperor also followed him out. When he saw this, he saluted with the same surprise: "I have seen this divine king!"

Wang Zijia nodded indifferently, regardless of etiquette, and went straight to the topic: "I happened to be passing by, tell me about the situation here!"

After the three people stood up, they looked at each other and Dong Chengye said: "Returning to Shenjun, five days ago, a disciple came to report that there was a sudden loss of contact with a city."

"After the disciples went there in person, they found that the city was blocked by the formation. After the disciples spent half a day trying to break through, what they saw was the ruins of a dead city with not a single living thing."

"The resentment in the city has been lingering for a long time, and the pollution is extremely strong. It is suspected that the demon has refined people into elixirs and opened altars for sacrifices."

"Then we received reports one after another. In just five days, more than 30 cities had fallen, and seven or eight of them had been emptied."

Wang Zijia frowned when he heard this and said, "In other words, let alone finding clues, you are not even sure whether it was a man-made disaster?"

Dong Chengye was careful and said in fear: "That's why I waited three days before reporting it."

Wang Zijia frowned and did not hold him responsible. He also learned about the dead city and others for a while, but in the end, the others didn't know as much as he did.

"Please point out the locations of several cities that were hit by the disaster." Wang Zijia flipped his hand, and a fully virtual map appeared.

Several people immediately stepped forward and started sketching.

For a moment, in the dull eyes of everyone, they saw identical Wang Zijia rushing out of his body, turning into streams of light, and flying towards the sky.

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The northern part of the imperial capital and the northern acropolis.

An old man with a hunchback, a lame young man with a donkey face, and a short, fat woman with a pockmarked face were sitting at the edge of an attic, admiring the scene of people coming and going on the street.

The hunchbacked old man's face is old and ugly, with only a few sparse and withered hair left, and his mouth is full of yellow teeth, which are ugly in one place.

There is a skull crutch beside him, his back is hunched, and there is a huge bulge under his clothes, as if there is another head.

The lame, donkey-faced young man has an attractive appearance, and is a perfect match for the woman who is only 1.5 meters tall, 1.23 meters wide, weighs an estimated 200, and has a pockmarked face.