I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

Not only the tablets, but also the coffins, the altars, and even the altars under the coffins, all slowly dissipated.

As these things dissipated, Wang Zijia clearly saw that this altar was actually connected to three independent altars, secretly communicating with each other!

After everything on the fourth altar disappeared, the entire hall became harmonious, as if it should be like this.

"Uh... What the hell is this? Which old monster came to join in the fun and set up a coffin?"

"What is it for?"

"Pick peaches? Or what?"

For a long time, Wang Zijia didn't figure it out, and looked at the three empty coffins again.

After checking for a long time, his spiritual sense told him that this was a divine inheritance.

But the vigilant Wang Zijia didn't plan to go straight in.

He raised his hand and a few pieces of ancient tortoise shells appeared in his hand.

"Three questions from the heart of heaven: disaster and blessing at any time!"

As the tortoise shells jumped, the magic power fluctuated, and brilliant spiritual light burst out.

"Great luck: Little ghosts are warded off, everything goes smoothly, easy to get promoted!"

Looking at the hexagram, Wang Zijia calculated several times, all of which were great results. He also tried the cause and effect method, but didn't find any hidden pits.

Looking at the three empty coffins in front of him, Wang Zijia hesitated for a while, but decided to give it a try.

The position of the god is not important to him. The key is that without the Shinto skills, the basic power of the position of the god to absorb the incense is of great help to him.

So far, his means of absorbing incense are very reluctant. Even the statue of the god, after absorbing incense, is converted into strange mist, and then infected and exchanged by Wang Zijia.

Although it satisfies its use in disguise, multiple changes are equivalent to multiple precipitations, which affects efficiency too much.

He didn't lie down directly, but the mind moved, and the five ghosts emerged.

"Go, the five of you go and lie in it!"

Wang Zijia pointed to the coffin belonging to the Dan Ding tablet.

The reason why not let one go, but five go together. The main reason is that the five ghosts are one body. To become ghosts and gods, it is estimated that five of them need to go together.

The five ghosts heard this and went in without hesitation.

Compared with the experience in the underground laboratory, this kind of thing that doesn't look scary is a piece of cake. Even the most timid five kids are not afraid.

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The four ghosts lay down directly, and the eldest kid came to the altar and activated the altar in front of him. Three fragrances emerged.

The eldest kid lit the incense, and the figure of the eldest kid disappeared in the smoke.

On the coffin, the silver runes were activated, and extremely complex patterns quickly spread from the coffin to the entire altar.

The coffin cover condensed from nothing to something, and when everything was activated, a strong silver light burst out.

Wang Zijia drilled into the chaotic sea of ​​​​consciousness of the eldest kid and tried to peek.

But the movement only flashed for a moment, and everything began to fade away again.

But in a moment, the five ghosts were thrown out again.

"No?"

However, when Wang Zijia checked the status of the eldest kid, he was shocked to find that there had been a big change.

Name: Big Baby (Ghost Baby)

Cultivation: Mid-stage of Yuanshen

Source of Evil: Pure

Daoist Experience: 1,500 years (600 million/1 billion)

Affiliation: Evil Ghost God (Subordinate)

Clerical Position: Alchemy Ding

Talents: Ghost Baby Bewitching Soul, Called Prodigy, Lava Guardian, Wanhua Instrument Body, Ghost Baby Incarnation

Alchemy Ding God Position: Divine Cultivator, can open up the world and control the authority of heaven and earth. The alchemy cultivation beliefs in the world have some powers that you can explore. The alchemy essences and tripod treasures in the world are naturally close to you and respect you, and are easily controlled by you.

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First of all, the essential change, from Wang Zijia's summoned creatures to his subordinate gods, and an additional priesthood.

Secondly, collecting incense, using incense as food, becoming the alchemy Ding gods of the Shenhong Realm, and so on, a lot of things.

Let alone the five ghosts, Wang Zijia couldn't figure it out for a while.

In short, they really became ghosts and gods!

And because of the special nature of the Five Ghosts, when the Five Ghosts turned into ghost essence to bless him, these abilities became Wang Zijia's own.

After a while, Wang Zijia came back to his senses and looked at the three coffins again with burning eyes.

The tablet, incense burner, and even the altar of the Danding coffin disappeared, but the coffin and the altar still stood, without any changes.

The two altars of the Sword Immortal and the Chess God on the side were not affected at all.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath and confirmed again that it was a good omen. He came to the tablet of the altar belonging to the chess altar and entered the magic element at the designated place.

The magic element flashed and directly activated the altar.

Three pillars of fragrance emerged.

Wang Zijia carefully checked the fragrance, and in an instant, the entire formation was activated, as if it would be activated in the next moment.

Wang Zijia's figure flashed, and he nervously lay in the corresponding silver coffin.

The coffin lid emerged, covering all the firelight, making the narrow coffin look dark and oppressive.

But it was different from the five ghosts who were thrown out in an instant.

Wang Zijia lay in the coffin. As the coffin lid closed, there was a moment of darkness. The next moment, countless silver and complex runes lit up, and the devastating patterns like stars dotting the night sky occupied Wang Zijia's entire vision.

Then, Wang Zijia fell into a trance.

In his mind, the golden balance felt it, and it shook slightly for a moment, and golden light spread out.

The next moment, it suddenly retreated and ignored it.

[In ancient times, there were immortals who ate wind and dew, and lived forever on air. They became spirits and became generals, and they roamed the world. ]

[There are demons in troubled times, and the turmoil is endless! ]

[Countless immortals and gods were born, some shining swords in the nine states, some playing chess with all living things, and taking all things as their children... to save the world. ]

[When heaven and earth are in harmony, all living things worship them, and power emerges, some powerful people obtain it, use power as a guide, condense into a way, and open the way of gods in all worlds. ]

[God cultivators can control heaven and earth, create all living things, be worshipped by all people, and keep faith forever. If faith is not broken, there will be no death or destruction. ]

[Those who hold the throne of God must remember: take from the people, and use it for the people, otherwise they will suffer the consequences. ]

It was as if someone was speaking between heaven and earth, expounding the great way, and it was as if heaven and earth were speaking themselves, and it was as if someone was speaking in Wang Zijia's mind.

A sound like a huge bell resounded through Wang Zijia's mind and kept echoing.

It woke up Wang Zijia from a trance.

The moment he came to his senses, Wang Zijia found that he had changed the world.

In the unknown secret realm of Lingshan, a simple green-tiled courtyard stands at the foot of a low mountain. There are five houses, simple but with a strange rhythm, as if in harmony with heaven and earth.

Under a seemingly ordinary pear tree in the courtyard, there is a small stone table with black and white seeds on it.

There is a shelf on each side of the wall, occupied by a grape vine and a gourd vine.

The vines are brown-red, and the leaves are like emeralds. One on the left and one on the right, they spread over the entire courtyard wall, like left and right guardians, embellishing the entire courtyard.

There is more elegance in the crispness.

The gaps between the leaves of the vines emit a faint stream of light, as if rare and precious fruits are bred in them.

Outside the courtyard, a stream like a spiritual spring flows in front of the door, with a bright spiritual light, and spiritual fish swim happily in it.

In the air, the intoxicating aura permeates, causing the weeds outside the courtyard to become low-level spiritual plants, the kind that can be sold for money if you grab a handful.

He subconsciously looked up, and vaguely saw not the deep blue sky, but a tree that blocked out the sun, looming in the clouds.

It was as if the support of heaven and earth supported the whole world.

The rhythm of the great way of heaven and earth emanated from it. The fairy aura and the glow formed into a ball, hanging between the branches like strange fruits, as if they were nurturing some peerless fairy treasure.

The picture that looked like a fairyland in Taoyuan surprised Wang Zijia.

He subconsciously wanted to take in the aura and distinguish the true from the false in the most direct way.

However, as soon as he thought about it, the aura penetrated directly from his body.

The aura was real, the environment was real, but Wang Zijia himself was not real.

He seemed to be just a pure consciousness, bound by a strange spell.

However, the magical thing was that he, who should have been illusory and invisible, had a physical body like a real person.

At this time, in the yard, the owner of the house seemed to have some feelings, and said in a calm and nonchalant tone: "The unfinished game in the yard, if you solve it, you can get the inheritance."

As the words sounded, Wang Zijia calmed down instead.

It was nothing, he was too familiar with this routine.

In the rare secret realm, there are immortals living in seclusion, and they were bound to this place and got the inheritance.

It was full of déjà vu.

Isn't this a replica of his Penglai Fairy Island pretending to be cool!

It's just that he created a chaotic illusion, and everything was fake when he was bound to the gods, and he could only do things by cheating.

The unknown existence in front of him was supported by the amazing magic power, and everything was real when he was bound to the gods.

Even Wang Zijia found that he might not be in the current time and space.

He was bound to an unknown time and space by the amazing magic, met with it, and accepted the inheritance.

But even so, Wang Zijia instantly tasted the familiar feeling of pretending to be cool, and even felt that it was a bit of plagiarism from his Penglai idea.

Wang Zijia stood at the door, calmed down, and greeted respectfully: "Hello, senior, junior..."

"Huh?!!!"

However, just as Wang Zijia opened his mouth, a surprised sound rang out in the small green-tiled house.

The next moment, a middle-aged Taoist in a green robe, with a pale and tired face, suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zijia, looking at the silver-haired Wang Zijia with a look of astonishment, and said: "Senior brother?"

Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "Senior, are you talking to your disciple?"

The vicissitudes of life in the Confucian robe man was also stunned, and then he said with a complicated expression: "So that's it, the law of reincarnation, the wisdom has not been fully awakened yet?"

The Confucian robe man smiled bitterly for a moment, and said: "So this is the way to meet again, senior brother. Or is it for this that you taught me the time and space stealing array?"

The Confucian robe man seemed to be asking Wang Zijia, and seemed to be talking to himself, not expecting Wang Zijia's answer.

Wang Zijia: “???”

Wang Zijia was confused and had a lot of questions in his mind.

Shouldn’t you show your extraordinary temperament and shocking means to shock my mind and show your holiness in front of me? After that, give me the opportunity?

You have already used half of the routine, and suddenly you come out and call me senior brother. It’s a bit embarrassing!

“Senior?” Wang Zijia was confused and could only ask this.

The man in the Confucian robe came back to his senses from his trance and reminiscence as Wang Zijia spoke, and looked at Wang Zijia with a familiar and bright smile.