My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 126: Blood Dragon Abyss

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Blood Dragon Abyss

At that time, Wang Zijia’s body was constantly squirming. A grotesque human head sprouted from his neck, and then two ghost claws grew out of his back. His body was continuously changing in a weird manner.

"Value +673!"

Not waiting for any mischief, the pollution that had just birthed and invaded had not had time to lead Wang Zijia into demonhood, nor had it even broken the seal, was simply converted by Wang Zijia into value.

Momentarily, all the invading pollution receded, and Wang Zijia’s breath didn’t appear to fluctuate in the slightest.

Such changes had made the eyes of the five ghosts, who had just completed their breakthrough, much clearer. The glow of wisdom was fuller, and they looked less like mutated creatures, but more like normal Fuwa.

After a while, Wang Zijia opened his eyes. The spiritual light in his eyes flickered indistinctly, they were crystal clear with not the slightest sense of murkiness, nor a hint of suppressed madness.

Feeling the swelling power within his body, the awe inspired by his every move, at this moment, Wang Zijia had complete conviction to compete with the geniuses in the sect.

He then no longer delayed. As his spiritual light flickered, he lightly rushed towards the location of the Sky-reaching Light Column.

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Because in these few days, Wang Zijia was already heading towards the Blood Dragon Abyss, cleansing around this spiritual resource point, so he wasn’t too far from his destination.

With the blessings of the five ghosts, Wang Zijia turned into a shadow and silently traveled. In just a little over seven minutes, all kinds of figures began to appear around him.

Some were floating forward, some were running with their heads down, some were constantly jumping and hopping.

A group of advanced pupils were all rushing towards the pillar of bloody light.

When they met each other, if they did not know each other, they kept their distance tacitly, always on guard against each other.

If they met their own sect fellows, those who were familiar would greet each other, and those not familiar would silently gather.

In a moment, Wang Zijia reached his destination.

Looking from afar, this was a canyon basin. The border of the canyon, which should have been a wide river, was replaced with a blood-red filthy liquid.

The canyon meandered around the basin. In the center of the circle, where there should have been a mountain peak, it was broken by someone. The main body disappeared, leaving only a ground of debris. The blood water in the canyon flowed from the remaining stones. Numerous jagged rocks were exposed and hidden, forming a bizarre bloody lake.

In the cracks of the strange rocks, you could vaguely see the blood-red dirty liquid moving. Some of the rocks stood like reef stones, and some fluctuated, sinking and floating in the liquid.

At the heart of the bizarre stone canyon, there were several pillars of rock as big as stone peaks. Two rune-covered chains were locked onto a giant python that was covered in lumps and rotten flesh.

A pale blood mist filled the entire canyon, making the Blood Dragon Abyss somewhat hazy. Standing on the cliff looking down, you could vaguely see that the python had already woken up.

Its eyes were red, without any spiritual sense, like a mad demon.

In the lumps and rotten flesh of its body, there was something squirming.

According to sect information, this place was one of the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain’s demons. It was originally a peak sacrificial wine python, but it had been corrupted by the Mysterious Domain and mutated into a monster.

It was later imprisoned here by the big shots of the Three Sects and became a flesh field for breeding spiritual creatures.

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On the cliff of the circular canyon now stood many monks, scattered around. Among them, the largest three groups were the disciples of the Three Sects.

Wang Zijia walked to the area where the Wanyu Sect students were located, and nodded slightly to the unfamiliar senior brothers.

He now appeared as a young man, with a height of one meter and nine, muscular and strong, exuding a masculine hormone. He was tall and imposing like a tower. As a peak pupil, his profound aura attracted the attention of his fellow students.

At that moment, there were about fifty disciples from their Wanyu Sect, it looked like there wouldn’t be a significant increase in a short period of time.

After all, the Blood Dragon Abyss was only the outermost resource point among the Hundred Demon Spiritual Objects, not only were the Foundation Building Spiritual Objects born there only of the grade C, but they also leaned towards physical enhancement, making their application extremely limited.

The situation was the same for the other two sects as well.

On the contrary, compared to the three sects, there was an abundance of disciples from smaller sects around them. These disciples didn’t have the luxury of being picky like those from the three sects. Being able to use a spiritual object for foundation establishment and to solidify their magic door was already a boon for them, how could they afford to be choosy?

Wang Zijia, being unfamiliar with everyone, didn’t interact with his fellow sect members and stood by himself, silently waiting.

As time went by, more and more disciples kept arriving, the vast majority of them being ordinary disciples. Everyone was fairly restrained, no one dared to act rashly, probably fearing it would trigger a chaotic battle, leading to a big melee.

Wang Zijia took out about twenty Blood Crystals from his pocket, which he obtained by looting the corpses of the Flying Immortal Sect’s disciples previously.

He did not actually expect these Blood Crystals to fetch him any Spiritual Objects. The Spiritual Object was already unsuitable for him, besides, it was only of grade C, he had no intentions of risking his life over it, he was only here to see if he could salvage some residue of the Spiritual Object.

As he absentmindedly turned over the two Blood Crystals in his hand, Wang Zijia gaze was fixed on the entire Filthy Blood Pool beneath him, making him a tad spaced out.

"Bloop..."

After waiting for a half moment more, with a soft sound, the sky-high column of bloody light burst open, transforming into dense blood mist that enveloped the area beneath the canyon, making the dilute blood mist seem a bit denser.

It had become so foggy that one could no longer see the Demon Dragon’s body in the middle of the canyon clearly.

"Roar..."

Once again, a roar, similar to the bellow of a bull, echoed from within, accompanied by a mighty wind-like shock wave that spread out, bringing along a faint stench of blood that brushed across the faces of those present.

"Go!"

"Charge!"

"..."

In an instant, at least two to three thousand disciples leaped into the canyon like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Damn!"

"To hell!"

"..."

As everyone leaped downwards, attempting to land on the rugged peculiar stones atop the Filthy Blood Pool, those who were lucky managed to do it without any issues, but the unlucky ones landed directly onto moving stones, causing their bodies to penetrate the liquid.

Green smoke followed the screaming and cursing, when they hastily climbed onto the nearby reef stones, their bones were deeply exposed. Even their wounds wriggled with flesh sprouts, it seemed like some sort of pathological changes had occurred.

Wang Zijia also mixed in with the crowd and jumped off the cliff, landing steadily onto a reef stone.

He did not immediately rush towards the center of the canyon, instead he stretched his hand out and a thread of spiritual power wriggled out, attempting to probe into the bloody liquid around him.

"Hiss..."

The moment the thread made contact, it started emitting streams of green smoke, and in a blink of an eye, it corroded Wang Zijia’s Crystal Red Thread.

"Value +1!"

He unconsciously furrowed his brows because this filthy liquid was completely different from what Wang Zijia had imagined. He didn’t sense any contamination from the Evil Seeds, apart from the strong corrosion, there were also traces of an extremely persistent curse of flesh and blood.