I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

The only strange thing is that among the two families raised in this land of bamboo sea, none of them has a gentlemanly ethos.

Not to mention the Qianqian gentleman's sword cultivator family, there were only a few wood magic cultivators.

The two families played drugs together, and the other family was even more bizarre, famous for their escaping skills and theft! ! !

The Dai family on the east side majors in Poison Kung Fu, a standard heretical way.

The Liu family to the west does not belong to the heretical sect, but it is not up to the level of Xuanmen orthodoxy.

They are famous for their escape and transformation, and are proficient in the transformation of rats. Many of their disciples work part-time as thieves.

The ancestor of the Liu family is even more famous. He has condensed the magical power of escaping from the earth at the peak of transcending tribulations, and is a famous major cultivator with the qualifications of an earth immortal!

However, I don’t know whether it’s because there are no spiritual objects or it’s just too scientific. I only have the ability to escape, so I don’t dare to overcome the tribulation and become an immortal. It has been at the peak of the tribulation for thousands of years.

He is also an old antique that is about to be buried!

In the beautiful Qingling Bamboo Sea, one family is vicious and the other is wretched, all of which are a bit messy.

Moreover, it stands to reason that such two families, who share a bamboo sea, should be sworn enemies, and even have various feuds, and they should fight to the death.

However, the two families actually have a good relationship!

When Wang Zijia learned the details of the two families, he felt as if snakes belonged to the same den.

Looking at the misty bamboo sea below, the information about the two families came to Wang Zijia's mind, and he always felt that it was a bit of a waste of such a treasure!

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Looking at the boundless bamboo sea, Wang Zijia paused slightly.

"It's quite spectacular. It can be considered a treasure." As the prince said his words, he looked at Dai Jianjun beside him and said, "I heard that this sea of ​​bamboo was grown by your two families?"

Dai Jianjun also looked at Zhuhai with some emotion and said: "Yes, our family didn't have any ancient heritage back then. Many years ago, at the beginning of the Great Change of Heaven and Earth, we came here to recuperate and started planting bamboo."

"I didn't expect that after so many years and generations of hard work, Qingling Bamboo Sea was created."

"If it weren't for this, a little-known family like ours might not be able to occupy such a treasured land."

This bamboo sea is indeed a treasure, but not many people come to grab it.

Low-level families don't dare, but high-level families don't have to.

Because this place has been run by generations of people, there must be countless back-up people below. Even if they are really snatched up in the end, the bamboo forest will probably be ruined.

Why grab a piece of wasteland in the end?

Replant it yourself?

So why bother to grab it?

Can’t you find a place to plant it yourself?

It is also because of this that the Dai and Liu families have such a treasure.

It's a pity that the place is doing well, but the family has always been unknown, inconspicuous, and barely a second-rate force in the Eastern Wasteland.

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While the two were talking, under the guidance of Dai Jianjun, they headed towards the depths of the Bamboo Sea.

Along the way, you can see that in the endless bamboo sea, there are various monks living, planting and cultivating spiritual bamboos.

Most of its houses are bamboo houses, and many are even built with live bamboo, which is quite innovative.

When he came to the deeper area of ​​the bamboo forest, Wang Zijia suddenly felt a sense of peeping and a little bit of threat. He suddenly stopped hiding and looked to the side.

With Wang Zijia on alert, a large sea of ​​bamboo squirmed for a moment, as if there were huge creatures dozens of feet swimming inside.

However, until its movement completely disappeared, it did not show its head. Wang Zijia only roughly sensed that it seemed to be a giant python?

Dai Jianjun looked slightly shocked because of Wang Zijia's reaction. He took a deep look at Wang Zijia and said, "Fellow Taoist Yun Zhongzi, don't be nervous. That's my spiritual ancestor."

"Does your family still have a guardian spirit beast?" Wang Zijia asked in surprise.

You must know that it is too difficult to raise a spiritual beast in this era, and ordinary families cannot afford it, especially during the initial growth period of thousands of years.

Moreover, if Wang Zijia was right, it was actually a great tribulation-transcending demon on the verge of becoming an immortal!

"It's not what you think, fellow Taoist!" Dai Jianjun said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Wang Zijia looked at Dai Jianjun without interrupting.

Dai Jianjun spoke slightly and explained: "Fellow Taoist, you know that my family is mainly a poison cultivator, right?"

Wang Zijia nodded, but still didn't answer.

"Because of this, my family can be considered a half-gu cultivator. After all, poisons do not belong to different families."

"However, compared with orthodox poisonous cultivators, most of us will only choose one poisonous poisonous cultivator in our lifetime, which is also called a common practitioner."

"During this process, Tongshen's poisonous poison will improve his cultivation level as quickly as a monk. And the consequences will mostly be life and death, especially lifespan, which will mostly become as short as a monk's."

"But this is not absolute. Sometimes there are accidents. For example, if the priority is deliberately reversed and the poison is the main one and the human is the supplement, it will not affect the longevity of the poisonous poison. It will not be destroyed by the death of a person."

"On the contrary, Guhui can quickly improve his cultivation level because he participates with the monks. However, this kind of existence is too difficult to appear. The spiritual ancestors that fellow Taoists see are this type."

"Belongs to the true ancestor of my family."

Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment and said: "Being a servant of Gu?"

"Why not?" Dai Jianjun asked calmly: "Both humans and Gu were raised since childhood, and they even have the blood of my Dai family. As long as they are talented enough, why can't they make the decision?"

When Wang Zijia heard this, he immediately thought of the situation of Gui Ling'er's two turtle sons!

We monks are straightforward, snake masters and so on, why not?

After all, there are people who practice the Nine Transformations of the Dragon in order to play the turtle, so it is normal to practice the snake warrior, right? !

Obviously, the Dai family has a master, at least a master comparable to "Xu Xian"! ! !

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At this moment, the two have come to the deepest part of the bamboo sea, where there is a small town with a peculiar shape.

The whole city seems to be embedded in the bamboo forest.

Most of the bamboo houses are built on living bamboos, and many of them are still alive, as if the pillars have grown green houses.

In the classic and natural, with some exotic style, it is like the legendary elf world.

The two finally came to the depths of the town, the core part of the bamboo sea.

They stopped in a bamboo courtyard.

"Master!"

"Ancestor!"

"Meet Senior Yun Zhongzi!"

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In the courtyard, a large group of people had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Dai Jianjun and Wang Zijia, they immediately surrounded them.

A faint sadness permeated the whole yard.

However, most of the Dai family members were a little gloomy, and their aura was rather cold. It should be the influence of the so-called fellow practitioners, most of whom chose snakes.

The atmosphere of the whole yard was a little strange. Being surrounded by such a group of gloomy people in sadness, there were some gusts of cold wind, as if they had come to a ghost den.

This made Wang Zijia frown subconsciously.

Seeing this, Dai Jianjun's face became serious and he scolded: "Why are you crying and surrounding us? Don't make fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi laugh at you."

While speaking, he turned his head to Wang Zijia and said: "We are a small family with no rules. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"It doesn't matter. I think your family is quite harmonious, which is rare."

Wang Zijia was not being polite. It was strange that the atmosphere in this group of snake players, who were all a little sinister, was good and harmonious!

Dai Jianjun smiled upon hearing this. The crowd around him had already made way. He made a gesture of invitation to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly. The two of them crossed the yard one after another and came to the innermost part of the yard, in front of a hall made of living bamboo, which was suspected to be a training room.

After Dai Jianjun led Wang Zijia into the hall, even though he had been prepared, he was still a little surprised when he saw the target...

A person who looked like a severely obese patient, standing in the center of the room, not knowing whether he was lying or sitting, was like a ball of pure fat.

Under him was a huge bamboo bed woven with countless strange bamboo roots, many of which were like emerald bamboo roots, which had already penetrated into the body of the obese person, as if they were providing energy for him.

What made people feel even more uncomfortable was that in the huge fat, a snow-white, scaleless strange snake was interspersed in it, like a nematode swimming in the fat!

And this thing that looked like a snake body had no head or tail, and it really had the same breath as the obese person.

The snake body that was wriggling in the fat like a nematode seemed to be an arm-like limb of the obese person, not a parasite.

It made the already disgusting scene even more uncomfortable.

Even the head of the obese person, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, was a little fat, and from time to time, it would spit out a half-meter-long snake tongue as if instinctively, and kept swinging.

Deformed and weird!

Sure enough, most of the cultivators of this era became very abnormal in their old age due to the accumulation of various pollutions.

Especially these small clans of scattered cultivators who were infected with the left way, there was a tendency of evil transformation.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zijia was slightly silent.

"Mingzu's condition is indeed a bit bad." Dai Jianjun saw Wang Zijia silent and said so.

Wang Zijia came back to his senses and said, "I've seen worse."

Dai Jianjun's eyes lit up and he said, "So, you are sure?"

Wang Zijia said, "I need to check this in detail. Before that, I need to know whether you plan to condense the inheritance magic weapon or extract the inheritance and condense the classics?"

"If possible, condense the inheritance magic weapon. The younger generation has not been ideal in recent years, and the family is not short of inheritance classics at present." Dai Jianjun had a plan in mind and said without hesitation.

"Then please wake him up and let me see the specific situation, so that I can finalize the specific plan." Wang Zijia nodded and replied.

Dai Jianjun didn't hesitate when he heard this.

After all, this person looked bad, but he was not on his deathbed. At least he was much better than Zhu Qi. If he wanted to survive, he dared not say for hundreds of years, but he could survive for decades.

More importantly, this person should not want to live.

As Dai Jianjun's magic power fluctuated slightly, an illusory snake shadow emerged.

"Hiss..."

A faint hissing sound was heard, and it kept echoing in the hall.

In an instant, it was as if there were countless snakes hissing in the hall, and Wang Zijia seemed to have come to a snake's nest.