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Chapter 130: The Ferocious Thunder Explosion Pill

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: The Ferocious Thunder Explosion Pill

The silver-white bead emanated a golden glow, and within the circulating runes, a violent energy was constantly swirling, ready to explode like dynamite at any moment.

"You’d best not push me, or we’ll both be done for!"

’Hmm, this is a Thunder Explosion Pill? The legendary bomb that oddball Pill Cultivators created, which cannot be consumed? Real dynamite?’ Wang Zijia paused his movements, the information rapidly flashing across his mind.

Seeing Wang Zijia freeze, the female cultivator immediately coldly remarked: "Good, you know what it is. This is a second-grade Thunder Explosion Pill, you should let me go, otherwise, we’ll both be blown to bits..."

Without waiting for the female cultivator to say more, Wang Zijia suddenly flashed out a distance of over ten yards. Then his hands twisted, one after another talismans arose, and mana crazily flowed in, Molten Fireballs were thrown out one after another by Wang Zijia.

"Boom······Boom·····!"

"You·······"

"Boom Boom······"

Wang Zijia didn’t give his opponent any chance to breathe, he just kept relentlessly hurling Molten Fireballs, only using talismans and not casting spells himself.

With numerous augmentations, the Molten Fireballs were terrifyingly powerful. Each fireball caused a small scale explosion.

Thick smoke accompanied the splashing of earth and rocks, completely engulfing the female Dao cultivator.

After a while, when Wang Zijia threw the seventh fireball, he swallowed a Replenishing Qi Pill, offhandedly.

From the center of the explosion, a streak of silver light suddenly shot out, heading straight for Wang Zijia.

The silver light started flickering in its flight, and a raging presence surged toward him.

’Spell: Shooting Star Blink!’

The Great Mastery level Shooting Star Blink could flash out more than twenty yards, even with this turbulence, Wang Zijia managed to cast it twice consecutively. He transformed into a streak of light and cleverly evaded the attack.

"Boom!"

Soon after followed a enormous explosion. Even though he managed to distance himself, Wang Zijia was still hit by the blast wave, turning pale.

"Crack!"

With the sound of breaking bones, a Ghost Baby, soft as sludge, fell from Wang Zijia’s body. Then, Wang Zijia and the Ghost Baby transformed into a streak of light, directly blasted away to a far distance, a massive crater forming on the ground.

"Cough! Cough!"

After a moment, when the smoke and dust had dispersed, Wang Zijia got up. Thanks to the Ghost Baby’s protection, he didn’t suffer much impact.

He waved his hand and put away the Ghost Baby, which was barely breathing. After absorbing it back into his body, he only then leisurely walked to the site of the explosion.

Now, the ground was a blackened crater, with sporadic flashes of lightning in various places within the pit. There was also a chaotic medicinal strength causing havoc around the area, akin to a chemical leak.

"Tsk, tsk, this second-grade Thunder Explosion Pill was really something!"

Having sighed and commented, Wang Zijia floated to the edge of the crater.

The female Dao cultivator was now silent, even her corpse was charred black.

Apparently, she did not escape the impact either, but unlike Wang Zijia who was strong enough to resist it, she succumbed.

He first picked up a small shield that lay nearby. This palm-sized shield once held delicate and complex runes. Unfortunately, it was now covered with cracks, making it a piece of waste. Judging from this, it would probably be difficult to restore it.

He tucked it away and was ready to loot the corpse, when his brows knitted up, and a fireball appeared in his hand.

"Stop, Senior Brother, I’m one of your own, one of your own!"

A slightly hurried and panicked voice sounded from the forest and several disciples with terrified expressions on their faces came out, cautiously signaling that they bore no ill intentions.

"Is something wrong?" Wang Zijia looked at their Wanyu Sect attire, if he wasn’t mistaken, they were among the disciples who had banded together in the Blood Dragon Abyss earlier.

"No, we initially wanted to see if senior brother needed help. But it seems that we were just being nosy and worrying for nothing," said Gu Feichi awkwardly at the forefront.

Wang Zijia spoke with a cold expression: "Then you can leave now!"

"We’ll leave now, we’re leaving right away!" Having said that, the group immediately turned around and hurriedly left as though they were fleeing.

Today, they had witnessed what true genius was, and the terrifying power of a sect’s Dao Seed-level child.

Could it be that they were even on par with a Sacrificial Wine? What kind of Ghost Child were they? Were they cultivating the same things?

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After watching those people leave, Wang Zijia carefully searched the female cultivator’s body and eventually found a Storage Bag, a smile spread across his face.

At that moment, a hint of ghost fog flowed, enveloping the corpse.

"Hiss······"

The strong corrosion noise sounded, in the blink of an eye, the corpse vanished.

Wang Zijia moved to another battle area where there lay the body of a headless soldier. After a while, Wang Zijia’s expression turned to astonishment.

Compared to the richness of the Flying Immortal Sect, this soldier was completely destitute, lacking even a Storage Bag.

Even the items in his package were extremely simple. Besides a top-grade healing medicine, and a few talismans similar to book pages, there was nothing else. The most valuable item was the spear.

"Are the people from Daqian, this poor? Or is it that this soldier was just used to traveling lightly?" As Wang Zijia murmured, he released the black fog again and devoured it cleanly.

He scanned his surroundings briefly, inspected the Sand Table Map, and then transformed into a beam of light, darting into the forest.

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After running for half an hour, ensuring that no one was tailing him, Wang Zijia eventually found a place, tossed out the array disk, and hid himself away.

The piercing wound on his chest had nearly healed during this time, thanks to the boost provided by the Four Ghosts.

As his thought moved, the Five Ghosts took shape. The other four were somewhat sluggish, but the one that had withstood the aftermath of the Thunder Explosion Pill for Wang Zijia, still lay limp on the ground, its flesh and blood squirmed continuously.

The body convulsed from time to time, silver electricity and chaotic medicinal power emerged, repeatedly breaking apart and obstructing its injury from healing.

Given the regenerative capabilities of mutated creatures, the fact that it still hadn’t recovered showed how severe the injury was.

A Red Copper Weight materialized, taking him to the Ghost Baby’s Sea of ​​Consciousness, he first exchanged the ’Poison’ status Weight for cultivation, then he began to convert healing weights. As he continually fine-tuned, the ghost baby lying on the ground like muck slowly squirmed, it slowly got back up, and in a moment was back to its original state.

Once the treatment was completed, the ghost baby transformed back into mist and flowed back into Wang Zijia.

Subsequently, Wang Zijia took out his empty Essence Orb and returned to his Sea of Consciousness. He exchanged a whopping three thousand units valued, equivalent to ten years of essence, and stuffed it into the bead, refilling it once again.

Dao Cultivation: Eighty Years (2.4/30,000)

Filling the Essence Orb twice had consumed twenty years of his Dao cultivation. For an ordinary person, they would probably be completely weak, to the point that it would be difficult to recover.

After all, essence was crucial to people, especially men. Extracting a large amount in a short period would easily lead to depletion of the body.

As for Wang Zijia, it was just a few years of Dao cultivation, or to put it another way, a few Elixir pills could solve the problem. Therefore, he didn’t hesitate to use it as a regular trump card.