As soon as he touched the attic, Wang Zijia heard a strange sound.

"Senior brother, you hate it so much. You've been hurting me!"

"You little hoof, haven't you been saying it all the time before..."

Wang Zijia: "······"

After taking two steps again, Wang Zijia made a move and was in a bad mood. This should be a landlord fighting, such a fierce battle...

Wang Zijia twitched his head and looked at the Sanwa beside him. He wanted to say something for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Looking at the two entangled figures in the ruined attic, Wang Zijia admitted that Sanwa was right, and the battle was indeed very fierce.

Secluded quietly aside, Wang Zijia watched the battle with critical eyes.

The air was filled with a faint smell of fishy and sweetness, and the two of them were sweating profusely. It was obvious that they had experienced a great battle that lasted for quite a while.

The rich stench filled the tip of the nose. In a large swamp, the mud rolled twice from time to time, and a string of bubbles appeared.

Therefore, after initially confirming that the floor washing task here cannot be completed in a short period of time, Wang Zijia no longer made a move and took careful steps and rushed towards the swamp.

Because this meat field does not belong to this mature area, the entire swamp is quiet and has little popularity. The poisonous fog and miasma are several times more intense than when it was opened, and it spreads the entire swamp.

And he also has to go to a lot of resource points and try his best to visit all the resource points, so he has no time to spend here.

"Well, it's almost a dog's brain." The man nodded and replied.

The man changed his enthusiasm during the battle, his face was calm and he said coldly.

The faint poisonous mist spread, mixed with a foul stench, which made the entire poisonous frog swamp shrouded in a faint poisonous gas, making its environment extremely harsh.

There is a strange mountain standing here, or a wriggling mud mass like a meat mountain.

"For what, you can't really do it to eliminate demons and protect the way, right?" the female cultivator said with a frown.

If you have enough time and take it slowly, it can indeed convert a lot of value. But compared to Wang Zijia's current harvest of picking up garbage, there is nothing comparable, and it is even worse than Blood Dragon Abyss.

"Wuwu, why is it a strong acidic corrosive poison? It can't be of other types. How do you ask me to clean the floor like this?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Senior Brother!" The charming female cultivator showed a sweet smile and continued: "I heard from the senior sisters in the sect that the struggle between Wan Yu and Bone Soul Temple seems to have intensified over the years?"

"laugh······"

"Sher......"

The man had already put on his clothes and said coldly: "I heard that the reason was because of a lower realm. After two hundred years of fighting, he had no results. He gradually developed into all aspects."

The two chatted and set off again.

After looking at the two who had disappeared, Wang Zijia ignored it and headed in another direction.

He held the talisman and sensed it for a moment, but didn't sense anything. After hesitating for a moment, hesitated but still didn't open it and put it away again.

“·······”

Wang Zijia looked at the gangster poisonous fog, but she did not feel disgusted at all, but instead had some expectations.

In the past two days, Wang Zijia has almost plundered the surrounding area. He did not continue to stay and went straight to the next resource point, the meat field: the poisonous frog kiln.

Looking at the two people who were beginning to dress sparsely, Wang Zijia quietly turned around and left.

Wang Zijia fell into silence as they watched the two wearing the costumes of disciples of Feixian Sect, but using the dual cultivation method of the Huanxi Demon Sect, which was as famous as the Bone Soul Temple.

The unwilling Wang Zijia poked out a magic thread.

The silt in the entire swamp is like the blood of the Blood Dragon Abyss, full of corrosiveness, and there are more corrosive toxins in the air, and sinking may occur from time to time below.

After stepping into the area covered by poisonous fog, Wang Zijia's heart sank slightly. Corrosive sounds were constantly heard on the energy shield on his body, and bursts of blue smoke rose, causing the energy shield to appear grainy crystals from time to time and disappear quickly.

‘Well, this female cultivator is very powerful, a bit fierce, very fierce! It’s just that this big light bulb makes people dizzy!’

Wang Zijia, who had just turned around, immediately stopped and listened intently.

As the thread was corroded in the blink of an eye, a little toxin was brought back. A small wound was melted on the back of Wang Zijia's hand and a little blue smoke emerged.

More minds were attracted by what the two of them said.

"No, the legend of the blood demon inheritance has been passed down for so many years. A few years ago, a senior brother destroyed a Class A spiritual object field. What did you find?"

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia took out a unique messenger talisman, which was sealed by Wang Zijia using the spirit sealing technique.

Wang Zijia came to the toad's head, where there was a huge cave, like a toad's huge mouth, waiting for food to come to the door.

‘This man is not good. He only has the same combat posture when he comes and goes. He can't play tricks, which will make the opponent less experience and have a serious lack of viewing!’

After walking forward for a long time, Wang Zijia came to a huge swamp.

This is another spiritual field in the Hundred Demons' Domain: the Poison Frog Kiln, which produces the Poison Gu-type superior spiritual objects, which are especially suitable for foundation building of the Gu Dao.

“Value degree +1!”

He was dressed in his face, his face was indifferent and cold, and he was completely different from the fierce battle just now.

Therefore, Wang Zijia was not moving forward quickly. He carefully fumbled for a long time before he reached the center of the swamp.

He frowned and exchanged the toxins, and got the same result as Blood Dragon Abyss.

The mountain peak is composed of wriggling mud, which is constantly flowing downward, like a lying toad with various bumps on its body.

‘Is the battle between the sect and the Bone Soul Temple so intense? I don’t feel anything in the sect. Even the major mobilization of battlefield tasks has not appeared. Whether or not they will take on battlefield tasks depends entirely on their mood.’

"Senior brother, the Bone Soul Temple wants us to help together. Are we going?" The graceful female cultivator asked with a springy look on her face, with a satisfied aftertaste on her face and a blush.

Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment at the entrance of the cave, and then walked into the cave.

The battle lasted for more than a quarter of an hour before it slowly stopped. This man didn't spend much time, but his skills were still quite deep, and he might have practiced some secret technique of locking the gate.

Wang Zijia examined the battle situation and commented on the two people's cultivation.

The cave is completely different from the peaks outside. It has no silt, but it is a bit dry. The entrance of the cave is dark reddish-brown rock with a hard texture.

As Wang Zijia continued to move forward, the color of the cave wall began to lighten, gradually approaching the pink of flesh and blood, and the texture gradually became softer.

"Dongdong......"
Chapter completed!