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

As he thought, the five ghost figures beside him merged into one solid figure.

Immediately afterwards, the ghostly figure turned into a puff of black smoke and sank into Wang Zijia's chest.

Pulling open his collar, he looked down and saw a dark grimace tattoo on his left chest. Feeling the coldness on his heart, Wang Zijia nodded with satisfaction.

'It can be considered a trump card. When the opportunity arises, let's find a way to replace it with five real ghosts. Now these five puppets will be used as a medium for casting spells.'

After finalizing his thoughts, Wang Zijia got up and started to clean up the basement.

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

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

At this moment, the sky is dark, and the stars are scattered along with the moonlight, making Biyiyuan quiet and peaceful.

Wang Zijia looked at the time. He started preparing at around eight o'clock, and now it was already past twelve o'clock. It took a long time.

On the island, spiritual trees are green, fairy flowers and elixirs can be seen everywhere, and fairy light surges in the gurgling spiritual springs;

In the mist-shrouded Lingshan Mountain, cranes chirped and flew along with the rising clouds and mist, creating a fairylike atmosphere.

In the past two decades, he has preliminarily screened these materials. If he hadn't prepared the five ghosts, he would have started taking action long ago.

There are densely packed drawer grids on the shelves, and each grid is filled with amazing auras.

For this step, he had tried before and after joining the sect and had been preparing for several months!

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

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

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

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

I reached out and touched the stone tablet. It felt real and it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

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Before I knew it, the night passed by.

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

In an instant, the area shrouded in black mist began to undergo tremendous changes.

It is as if it has experienced the baptism of countless time, experienced a period of unknown years, and crossed over from the distant end of time.

Unexpectedly, I had the Five Ghosts' Technique in advance, which allowed my consciousness to manifest extraordinary things and thus affect this place.

He didn't fall asleep immediately, but his mind moved slightly and he came to the chaotic space of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Leave the mortal body behind and spend the rest of your life climbing the path of immortality.

In the corner of the island, there is a tall mountain peak. On the top of the mountain peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, there is a classically charming attic. In front of the attic door, there is a huge stone tablet.

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

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

The entire container exudes an aura of longevity, vicissitudes, and majesty at all times.

His consciousness did not have any power before, so his influence on this chaotic sea of ​​consciousness was extremely limited. He originally thought that he would have to wait for the Jiujiu Realm and achieve Daoji before he could have certain means of influence.

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

Sometimes it becomes obscure, sometimes it becomes dazzling, and it is constantly being refined and refined.

On the stone tablet, there are two simple and vigorous words engraved on it.

The most attractive thing about the entire hall is the huge cabinet that occupies nearly half of the hall and looks like a medicine cabinet in an ancient pharmacy.

When the sky dawned, Wang Zijia stopped carving the Penglai Immortal Palace, or Penglai Hall.

Everything was formed in an instant. When Wang Zijia stepped into the hall, everything had changed and completed, as if they were what they were.

Moreover, the shaping of spiritual power, which is obviously like a magic trick, can actually change the world here. In other words, in this sea of ​​chaotic consciousness, any bit of power can become extremely exaggerated.

There is also a plaque hanging in front of the attic door with the words "Penglai Immortal Palace" written on it.

"Can it really affect this place?"

Now that the five ghosts were all ready, Wang Zijia no longer hesitated, and the kite spread its wings and headed in one direction.

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

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

Wang Zijia took a deep breath. As his mind changed, faint black smoke filled the air from his illusory body, like a ghost.

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

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The equivalent scale was emitting a dazzling golden light, just like the sun in this world.

Penglai!

As usual, I got up and washed, boxed with Bai Qian, ate and chatted with Xiang Feifei.

There is still chaos all around the space, with the golden scale in the center.

Wang Zijia looked at the bird that was shaped in front of him, which was much more realistic than the outside world. His face was filled with joy, and his mind was spinning. A faint black mist spread out from his body and flew into a large chaotic space.

Enter Penglai and your body will change in this life.

Wang Zijia looked at the bird shaped by spiritual power using the power of the Dharma as a medium, his face filled with joy.

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

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

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

Looking at the huge stone tablet, Wang Zijia frowned, feeling that it lacked a bit of charm. With a thought, a few words appeared on the corner of the huge stone tablet.

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

The East District belongs to the work area, and most of the official buildings in Maili are located here. In other words, this is the "official" neighborhood of Qifu Mai.

The West District is a 'residential area', and most of the disciples in the line, especially the largest handyman disciples, almost all live there.

The North District does not have an obvious position, and is mostly occupied by various small families in the meridian. Many of them were removed during the development of Qifu Meridian in order to encourage some small families to build Qifu Meridian in the early years when the meridian was opened.

Some private lands and manor properties, such as the Xiang family that Wang Zijia relies on, are one of them.
Chapter completed!