Chapter 133 Si Xue
The scolding continued. Seeing the gray fog filling his eyes, Kong Ji’s hands were not idle either.
Slammed the wine bottle on his waist.
Wow!
A large amount of water poured out from the mouth of the pot, and then condensed at the broken door.
Finally, just when the gray mist was about to pour into the room, it turned into a wall of cold black ice.
“I don’t know if I can block it!” Standing five feet away from the door of the room, Kong Zhi stared at the ice wall tightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Fortunately, after a few breaths passed, the gray fog showed no tendency to spread in. Only then did Kong Jiang let out a deep breath.
In just a few short breaths, his back was already soaked.
He had even prepared for the worst just now, releasing Xianyu Yanhe to deal with the unknown dangers in the gray fog.
His gaze shifted to the other monks entering the Xihuang Small Blessed Land.
Faced with the strange gray fog, anyone with a sound mind would choose to avoid the edge temporarily.
Or find a tree hole in the forest and seal the entrance.
Either it’s a cave, or like Kong Chan, he was lucky enough to find a shelter.
In short, no one wants to be shrouded in that gray fog.
But there are also unlucky people who really can't find a place to take shelter when the gray fog hits.
A monk with a white face and no beard, dressed like a scholar, dug a hole on the spot, hoping to avoid the gray fog.
Just when he was lying in the hole silently, not daring to breathe.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
He heard a series of slight footsteps in the darkness, approaching from far away, and finally disappeared above the hole he had dug.
The disappearance of the voice made the monk dressed as a scholar hold his breath.
Then he slowly raised his head and looked above the cave. He vaguely saw a dark shadow lying at the entrance of the cave, seemingly observing him.
"Go to hell!" Whoever dares to enter this little blessed place in Xihuang to grab an opportunity is not a desperado.
The scholar-monk in the seventh realm of Yang Lun unleashed all his strength and struck his strongest blow at the figure.
A blazing wave of fire erupted from the cave, and tongues of fire rushed out of the ground for more than ten feet, completely engulfing the figure.
However, after two or three breaths, everything returned to silence.
In the cave, the figure of the scholar and monk has disappeared.
Only the cave was left burned by his flame technique, with some heat still rising.
The same scene continues to play out in Xihuang Little Blessed Land.
Many monks disappeared into the fog the moment it spread over.
There were also strong monks who resisted, but within two or three breaths, there was no movement.
This small blessed place in Xihuang fell into deathly silence under the spread of gray fog.
The surviving monks hid in their hiding place, silently waiting for the fog to dissipate.
Kong Geng is one of them.
After he sealed the door with black ice, he carefully observed it for a long time. After confirming that nothing would break in, he looked away with confidence.
“What a danger!” He breathed a sigh of relief, and Kong Ji’s tight body slowly relaxed.
Although I don’t know what will happen after being swallowed by the gray fog, it is probably not a good thing.
After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Kong Jiang just realized that the room was dark, with no light at all.
The surroundings were eerily silent.
If he didn't have the power of spiritual consciousness to observe his surroundings, Kong Jiang would probably have a black eye in this environment.
He subconsciously wanted to reach out and take out the oil lamp from Qiankun Bag.
But the moment he pressed his palm on the Qiankun Bag, his reason stopped him from taking action.
"If there is something in the gray fog, if this oil lamp lights up, wouldn't it be like falling into a trap?" Kong Ji thought to himself, and for the sake of safety, he finally gave up the idea of taking out the light source.
But just staying in this room with nothing to do is not an option.
Especially in the current situation where the fate is unknown, you can hear needles dropping all around, and the room still smells musty.
Kong Xian always felt a little uneasy and had to do something to distract his attention.
"Cultivation is impossible. I don't have such a big heart to practice in this environment." After Kong Xian thought about it for a while, he thought of something and patted the Qiankun bag with his palm.
On the ground inside the house where he was standing, two corpses of a demon, a man, and two others appeared immediately.
The corpse of the monk was that of the sword cultivator who sneaked up on him in the giant pit. He was killed by Kong Xian and then thrown into the Qiankun Bag.
The monster was the Yang Lun Nine Realm Secret Cave Cockscomb Python that Han Honghua killed and threw aside.
He died less than two hours ago, so it was very fresh.
After taking it out of the Qiankun bag, half of the head of the Youcai Cockscomb Python was blown off by Han Honghua, and the blood stains had not completely solidified.
Looking at the corpse of the monster, Kong Ji’s eyes showed a look of thinking, as if he was making a decision.
The Cold Clothes Sacrifice to Snow technique he obtained from the inheritance place of Ancestor Xueyin was actually not complete.
Of course, the incompleteness here does not mean that the technique is incomplete, but that the Taoism he performed is not complete.
If you want to fully activate the magic of Hanyi Snow Sacrifice, you must not only master the complete program, but the most important part is the 'sacrifice'.
Sacrifice means sacrifice.
It is necessary to use the flesh and blood of demonic beasts to perform sacrificial rituals and activate the power of frost and snow existing in the world for blessing.
Similar to the ancient method of worshiping heaven.
But the object of sacrifice is not the ancestors, but the power of frost and snow.
Kong Xian always felt that this kind of sacrificial method was somewhat evil.
After all, few monks do this in Wudong today.
There are many such traditions in Gujiang. It is said that every time a sacrificial ceremony is performed, there will always be some unpredictable situations, good or bad.
But if the sacrificial method is not used, the power of the cold snow sacrificial technique will eventually be somewhat inferior.
"Since Ancestor Xueyin has included the art of worshiping snow in cold clothes in his inheritance, he shouldn't cheat his successor." Kong Ji thought silently, as if to cheer himself up again.
In the end, I couldn’t resist the temptation of the full version of Hanyi Sacrifice Snow Technique.
With today's Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique, Kong Zhen can rely on it to defeat the little boy ranked 65th on the Qianlong List without using the Moon Wheel Seal or the Gui Soul Destroying City Halberd. Lei Zun and Qiao Tianyu fought for dozens of rounds without losing. If this is the final step of the Cold Clothes Snow Sacrifice Technique, wouldn't it be even more powerful?
What is more attractive to Kong Jiang than money?
The answer is the improvement of strength.
"Ancestor Xueyin, bless you, your disciple from another generation, this is the ritual of sacrifice. Your old man's spirit is in heaven, please don't cheat me." Kong Jiang knelt directly on the ground, mumbling a lot of nonsense.
Then he turned his attention to the corpse of the monster in front of him.
The ritual of offering sacrifices to snow in cold clothes is very particular.
The higher the strength of the object of sacrifice, the better the power blessing obtained by the cold clothing sacrificial snow technique will naturally be.
This is also why when Kong Ji saw the corpse of the Nine Realm monster, he didn’t immediately take blood.
But I thought of the art of worshiping snow in cold clothes.
Because the Nine Realms are already the highest level of Yanglun Realm.
If this Cockscomb Python from the Secret Cave is sacrificed, the Snow Sacrifice Skill in Cold Clothes will definitely be greatly improved.
With the decision made, Kong Ji’s actions were astonishing.
According to the procedures for worshiping snow left by ancestor Xue Yin, he first took out a bowl, cut a blood mark on his wrist, and still filled half the bowl with his own blood.
He hastily used the power of ice and snow to temporarily seal the wound.
He squeezed out half a bowl of demon blood that was about to solidify from the demon beast's corpse, and filled the remaining half of the bowl.
Let the demon blood merge with your own blood.
Immediately cut off a handful of his hair, place half of it in a bowl, and hang half of his hair outside the bowl.
After doing all this, Kong Jiang carefully placed the bowl filled with blood and hair on the body of the monster.
There are words in his mouth:
"As soon as synaesthesia is reduced, the eight changes will be achieved. If you ask for something, you will respond. If there is no virtue, you will not be close."
"Hold your hand to offer sacrifices, Sacrificing blood to the sky, worshiping the snow spirit."
After saying that, Kong Zhi formed a seal with his hands and shot a series of spiritual arts on the blood bowl placed on the monster.
When the last seal fell.
Bang! The hair in the blood bowl ignited on its own.
In Kong Xian's field of vision, the corpse of the Cockscomb Python from the Nine Realms Deep Cave, which had died recently, shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The same changes as the corpse of the monster were the blood in the bowl.
They are also drying up quickly.
An unspeakable rhythm spread in the room, and then disappeared into the void.
“Huh?” Looking at everything happening in front of him, Kong Ji’s expression was dull.
He didn't feel any change in himself.
“Is that step wrong?” Kong Zhen’s voice murmured to himself in the darkness.
On the other side, almost at the same time that Kong Zhen completed the sacrifice, a frost-white light pillar dropped from the long-dusted Frost Moon Altar on the edge of the border where the Cangwu Sect was located.
Boom! The halo of light overflowed, illuminating the Frost Moon Altar that was still in the ice and snow.
After a brief flash of light, it disappeared into the void and disappeared again, as if it had never happened.
On the other side, in the mysterious space, Yue Ning Bingzhi twisted her body slightly, and came out with a childlike voice like a girl, saying with surprise: "For many years, there has been no one in Wudong. Sacrifice to the Snow Spirit."
"Yi Zi Twelve, can you feel which direction the sacrifice is from? Is it from our Guanghan Palace?"
"Of course it is. We, the people of Guanghan Palace." Yi Zi Twelve's gentle voice came out, and then fell into silence.
The sight returns to the small blessed land of Xihuang and the dark room where Kong Jiang is located.
Just when he was dumbfounded as he watched the sacrifices being 'enjoyed', but he did not receive the sacrificial blessing of the so-called cold clothes sacrificial snow technique, and was confused.
A ray of light crossed the void, bloomed from the darkness, and projected into Kong Ji's body.
The next moment.
Buzz! The Cold Clothes Sacrifice Snow Technique activates automatically.
Covered the whole body of Porphyra.
It's just that this time it's very different from the usual cold clothes and snow technique he used.
In the past, it was always a soft gauze that softly wrapped the whole body of Kongji.
But this time, it was a piece of illusory scale armor, like a personal soft armor, wrapping it tightly from beginning to end.
Between the ten fingers, sharp scales protrude, exuding a cold luster.
The scales on the head form an appearance like a beast opening its bloody mouth, showing a bit of ferocity.
“It’s done!” A smile spread across the face of the ‘new clothes’ Kong Ji who felt that the Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique was much more powerful than before.
"Ancestor Xueyin will not deceive me!"
As usual, if Taoism has made progress, it is necessary to find a place to test its power.
But Kong Jin’s current situation obviously does not have that condition.
He followed the crystal clear ice wall and took a look at the outside world. He was still under the dark gray fog.
"I don't know when the gray fog will recede." Kong Jiang thought with a headache.
Then he restrained the successful transformation of the Hanyi Sacrifice Snow Technique, and used his spiritual consciousness to look at the corpse of the Nine Realm Demonic Python that he had sacrificed.
Originally, he was thinking that after the sacrifice, he would collect the demon blood from the demon python corpse, and then take some materials that could be used to refine weapons from the demon python corpse.
After all, the monster at the peak of Yang Lun is full of treasures.
I never thought that after the sacrifice, the corpse of the demon python had completely lost its spirituality.
The whole body was shriveled, with almost all flesh and blood gone, and even the snake scales on the surface of the demon python that could be made into magic weapons had lost their luster.
Kong Jin stretched out his hand and patted the demon python's body gently.
Wow! The already shriveled corpse of the monster python collapsed to the ground as if it had been dried for decades.
"The method of sacrifice is really weird." Looking at the broken shells on the ground in front of him, a look of fear flashed in Kong Zhi's eyes.
Although his sacrifice this time was very successful, it did not affect his perception of being cautious about the sacrifice.
Fortunately, this snow-sacrifice ceremony was conducted by the Ancestor Xueyin himself, so Kong Jiang dared to use it.
(End of this chapter)