I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

It took a long time for Wang Zijia to get familiar with and master the five ghosts. As the first attempt, it was still an incomplete method, but Wang Zijia was already very satisfied with it.

As his mind moved, the five ghosts beside him merged into a much more solid figure.

Then, the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke and sank into Wang Zijia's chest.

He pulled open his collar and looked down, and a dark ghost face tattoo appeared on his left chest. Feeling the coldness on his heart, Wang Zijia nodded with satisfaction.

'It's also a trump card. When there is a chance, I will find a way to change five real ghosts. Now these five puppets will be used as mediums for casting spells. '

After his thoughts were finalized, Wang Zijia got up and began to clean up the basement.

Although he did not do evil, this method was very evil after all, and Wang Zijia did not intend to expose it.

After a long time, after Wang Zijia had packed everything up and recovered, he opened the basement and came to the yard.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and the stars and moonlight scattered, making the Biyiyuan quiet and peaceful.

Wang Zijia looked at the time. He started preparing at around 8 o'clock, and now it was already past 12 o'clock, which took quite a while.

He did not fall asleep immediately, but moved his mind slightly and came to the chaotic space of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The space was still chaotic all around, with the golden balance in the center.

Wang Zijia took a deep breath, and as his mind changed, a faint black mist filled out of his illusory body, like a ghost.

As the black mist came into contact with the chaos, the chaotic mist actually began to change, and slowly, an extremely real bird appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

"Can it really affect this place?"

Wang Zijia looked at the bird shaped by spiritual power with the power of the Dharma as the medium, and his face was full of joy.

His consciousness did not carry any power before, so the influence on this chaotic sea of ​​consciousness was extremely limited. He originally thought that he would have to wait until he reached the Jijiu realm and achieved the foundation of Taoism before he could have certain means of influence.

I didn't expect that I had the Five Ghosts' Divine Communication Technique in advance, which allowed my consciousness to manifest the extraordinary and thus affect this place.

Moreover, the spiritual power shaping that seemed like a magic trick could actually change the world here, or in other words, in this chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, any bit of power seemed to become very exaggerated.

"In that case, let's see how far we can go!"

Wang Zijia looked at the flying bird shaped in front of him, which was much more real than the outside world. With a happy face, his mind turned, and a faint black mist spread out from his body and pounced into a large area of ​​chaotic space.

In an instant, the area covered by the black mist began to change dramatically.

First, an endless ocean emerged, and then an island stood in it.

On the island, the spiritual trees were verdant, and fairy flowers and spiritual medicines were everywhere. In the gurgling spiritual springs, fairy light surged;

In the misty mountain, the cranes were singing and flying with the rising clouds, with a fairy atmosphere.

In a corner of the island, there was a tall mountain. At the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, there is a loft with a classical charm. In front of the loft, stands a huge stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, two simple and vigorous characters are engraved.

Penglai!

There is also a plaque hanging in front of the loft, with the four characters "Penglai Fairy Palace" written on it.

After a moment, when everything stabilized, Wang Zijia floated down with surprise and landed in front of Penglai Fairy Palace.

Reaching out and touching the stone tablet, the touch was real and it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

Looking at the huge stone tablet, Wang Zijia frowned, feeling that it lacked a bit of charm. With a move of his mind, a corner of the huge stone tablet appeared with a little text.

Entering Penglai, the human body in this life has changed.

Shedding the mortal body, the rest of the life will climb the immortal road.

Looking at the changed stone tablet, Wang Zijia was satisfied.

Then Wang Zijia looked around for a long time, adding various details. If he hadn't clearly known that he was in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, he would have thought that he had traveled to an island again.

He looked up at the sky, and the equivalence balance was emitting dazzling golden light, just like the sun of this world.

Nodding with satisfaction, Wang Zijia entered the attic again. As he stepped into it, the empty hall on the first floor began to change rapidly. Tables and chairs kept appearing, and it became rich in a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the hall turned into a trading hall full of classical meaning.

The most attractive thing about the whole hall is the huge container that occupies nearly half of the hall, like a medicine cabinet in an ancient pharmacy.

I don't know how high the container is. Looking up, you can't see the end at a glance.

There are dense drawer grids on the container, and each grid is shining with amazing spiritual light.

The whole container exudes a long, vicissitudes, and majestic atmosphere at all times.

It was as if it had gone through countless baptisms of time, experienced a series of unknown years, and came from the end of that distant time.

In sharp contrast to the container, in front of the huge container, in the center of the hall, there is a small counter like a desk.

A table and a chair, neither luxurious nor majestic, extremely ordinary.

Everything was formed in an instant. When Wang Zijia stepped into the hall, everything had changed, as if they were originally like this.

Wang Zijia stood in the hall, looking at the huge "medicine cabinet", and began to modify and carve the drawers one by one.

Sometimes it became obscure, sometimes it became dazzling, and it was constantly being meticulously improved.

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Unconsciously, a night passed like this.

When the sky was bright, Wang Zijia stopped carving the Penglai Fairy Palace, or the Penglai Hall.

As usual, he got up and washed, practiced boxing with Bai Qian, and had dinner and chatted with Xiang Feifei.

After a while, after breakfast, Xiang Feifei went to work in Fulou.

Wang Zijia waited until noon before jumping on the kite, but did not go to work. He took out his ID card and clicked on the information provided by Xiang Feifei.

In the past two weeks, he has already screened the information. If he had not prepared the five ghosts, he would have started to do it long ago.

For this step, he has tried and prepared for several months before and after joining the sect!

Now that the five ghosts are also complete, Wang Zijia no longer hesitates, and the kite spreads its wings and goes in one direction.

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The southern area of ​​the Qi Fu vein building complex is a commercial street, which not only has disciples of the sect, but also many business people from other large sects.

The eastern area belongs to the work area, and most of the official buildings in the vein are located here. In other words, this is the "official" district of the Qi Fu vein.

The West District is the "residential area", where most of the disciples in the vein, especially the largest number of menial disciples, live.

The North District has no obvious location, and is mostly occupied by various small families in the vein. Many of them were granted when the vein was opened in the early years to encourage some small families to build and develop the vein.

Some private territories and manors, such as the Xiang family that Wang Zijia relies on, are one of them.