Chapter 134 Luoxia Valley
Kong Ji calmed down and glanced at the corpse of the sword cultivator lying next to the remains of the demon python.
In front of him, he was knocked directly into the cliff wall of the huge pit, and was beaten dozens of times by Lian Puppet, causing most of the bones in his body to be broken.
Fortunately, his limbs are intact, which does not affect Kong Fu’s ability to use him to make puppets.
It just so happened that Kong Xian’s previous Lian Puppet Xiling had been damaged by Qiao Tianyu. Now that he had time and was free, he could just refining a new Lian Puppet.
Just do it.
Concerning the method of refining puppets, Kong Ji, who has already had experience, is quite familiar with it.
First, it took some time to refine the medicinal materials needed for puppet refining and poured them on the sword cultivator's body.
He also took out the blood of the poisonous fog crocodile he killed in the swamp, used the divine exercises to refine the puppet's seal, and then used the blood of the monster to refine it.
The blood essence of the demon beasts this time was collected from the eight-level demon beasts of Yanglun, which is much higher than the seven-level demon beast blood essence used in the previous Lianpuppet Xiling.
Therefore, a little more effort was spent on the refining process.
It took almost an hour to completely refine the jar of demon blood essence.
Under the guidance of Kong Zhen, the blood essence flowed towards the sword cultivator's seven orifices.
Crack!
As the blood essence was absorbed, the sword cultivator's body, which had dozens of bones broken, immediately made a crackling sound, similar to the sound of fried beans.
The broken bones spliced together on their own under the nourishment of demon blood.
“At this point in refining the puppet, we are basically halfway done.”
Kong Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead, cheered up, and started the last step of refining.
The golden golden beans of divine consciousness shine in the shape of the eyebrows, and continuously imprint golden lines on Lian Puppet’s abdomen.
It took another full hour to complete the formation.
Kong Ji's spiritual power was almost exhausted.
Kong Ji, whose face was as pale as paper, stood up from where he was sitting cross-legged and input his spiritual power into the formation on Lian Puppet's abdomen.
After all this is done, the refining of this pair of puppets is truly completed.
The rest is just for it to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth on its own and become saturated before it can act.
"When I reach the fourth level of the Jinming Divine Refining Technique, my efficiency should be much higher, and I won't have to make myself so tired every time," a tired voice sounded in the darkness, and Kong Ji sat cross-legged. On the ground, he began to meditate and practice, recovering the spiritual power and spiritual power he had consumed.
With the blessing of silver fragments, Kong Ji recovered quite quickly.
But time is also slowly passing by as Kongji recovers.
I don’t know how long it took until Kongji fully recovered and opened his eyes in the dark.
I don’t know when the Lian Puppet stood up from the ground and stood silently beside Kong Ji.
After being baptized by the puppet refining method, this puppet refining physique is obviously much stronger than he was in life.
The body that was originally a bit stooped due to age is now straight and straight, with plump skin and a faint luster.
Compared to the Xiling Puppet Refining, this Puppet Refining is obviously much better.
After all, Xiling only used the blood of the monster beasts of the seventh realm, and this puppet was made from the blood essence of the Poisonous Takimist Crocodile of the eighth realm.
After checking the status of Lian Puppet, Kong Ji showed joy on his face and gave him a name casually.
"Let me call you Xiling No. 2."
Sacrifice and puppet refining, these two extremely time-consuming tasks, were considered to be at the same time during the time when Kong Jin was trapped under this ancient house. Done.
At this time, the sky outside seemed to be slowly getting brighter.
Kong Zhi looked to the outside world along the black ice wall blocking the gate, and could vaguely see a hint of fish belly white on the skyline shrouded in gray fog.
I think it won’t be long before the sun rises.
It's just this time, the gray fog shrouding the outside of the house still has no intention of dissipating.
This made Kong Ji frown.
“This is not good news.”
Confucius was thinking whether he should continue to wait where he was or wait for the sun to rise outside before sending Xiling 2 out to explore the situation. when.
Kong's eyes suddenly popped out, as if he saw something.
I saw a black shadow appearing behind the Xuanbing wall without any warning.
With the help of Xuan Bing's crystal clear body, Kong Jin could vaguely judge that the outline of the figure should be a human being.
"The human monk appeared in the gray mist." This made Kong Xian's mood suddenly sink. This Xiling Xiaofu was full of weirdness.
There is no way Kong Jiang would think of the good things about the sudden appearance of the figure.
Just when he was about to speak, trying to communicate with the figure standing behind the black ice wall.
Pop! There was a crisp sound.
Kong Ji kept staring at the dark ice wall and saw a pale, dull male face with dull eyes.
He pressed his face hard against the ice wall, as if he wanted to squeeze in.
Kong Zhi's black ice wall, which was blessed by the essence of frost and snow, was forced to create a crack by his face.
That is the ice wall condensed by Kong Ji's spiritual power. Ordinary cultivators in the Eighth Level of Yang Lun would have to go through a lot of trouble to break through.
This man almost crushed it with his face.
Kong Xian had already taken out his bronze halberd, looked at the man trying to enter the house, and warned in a low voice: "Fellow Taoist, if you take a step forward, don't blame me for being rude."
The man didn't seem to pay attention to Kong Ji's intention, and continued to slowly penetrate the ice wall with his face.
Crack! The ice surface gradually cracked under the strange squeeze, and a hole appeared in the house.
The rising sun rises in the east.
A ray of early morning light suddenly shines from the horizon onto the courtyard.
The man who tried to enter the house gradually turned transparent the moment the light shone on his body.
Together with the heavy gray fog from the outside world, it dissipated in Kong Ji's field of vision, as if it had never appeared before.
With the help of the light, Kong Ji could see clearly the whole picture of the man when he disappeared.
In his thirties, wearing a red-yellow robe embroidered with ancient embroidery, he looked very old.
The cuffs are embroidered with a skylark pattern.
It undoubtedly shows his identity.
He is a disciple of Xihuang Xiaofudi who has cut off his inheritance.
Bah! The ice wall that had stood at the door all night shattered at the center where the disciples of Xihuang Xiaofudi had squeezed and destroyed it.
Broken ice was scattered everywhere.
The warm morning sun shines into the house along the door, bringing a little warmth to Kong Ji.
But his heart felt cold, and his eyes were still staring at the place where the man disappeared.
The place has been filled with golden morning light.
“This small blessed land in Xihuang has been closed for thousands of years at least. No monk can withstand the erosion of time for such a long time.”
“The disciples of the blessed land who just appeared outside the door, It’s absolutely impossible for him to be alive.”
Kong Jin recalled the thrilling scene just now with lingering fear.
He was sure that if he were really allowed to come into the house, something terrible would happen.
Even if I have the help of Dharmakaya, which is rare in Yanhe, I may not be able to escape unscathed.
"What the hell is this!" His throat rolled slightly, and Kong Ji swallowed.
Even if he had the experience of Ge Xia, the powerful master of palm life, he could not find knowledge consistent with that of the disciples of the blessed land from those memories.
In Kong Xian's plan, the most dangerous ones are just the monks from Wudong who came with him to this small blessed land in Xihuang to compete for opportunities.
But after experiencing the scene just now.
Kong Xian felt that even the geniuses on the Qianlong List were nothing compared to the real dangers of this little blessed land.
“What happened to this blessed land that disappeared from Wudong for thousands of years?”
“Why do I see people from thousands of years ago.”
"Are the changes here directly leading to the destruction of the blessed land? Or are the strange phenomena here born after the destruction of the blessed land?"
A series of questions are not affected by it. The words popped out of Kong Ji's mind in a controlled manner.
He felt that this little blessed place in Xihuang had too many secrets.
Moreover, the changes that happened here have exceeded his expectations.
This undoubtedly makes the road ahead more dangerous and full of uncertainty.
“I originally thought that after I went to Luoxia Valley, I would go to the mountain gate of the blessed land to see if I could get any benefits.” “Now it seems that the plan will change. When I go to Luoxia Valley, Xia Gu, just find a way to get out of here.”
"After all, this is not a place to stay for a long time."
Kong's greatest advantage is that he can assess the situation.
Know what situations you should be greedy and what situations you should retreat from.
The longer you stay in this ghost place, the more uncertain dangers there will be, and you won’t even know how you will die when the time comes.
“There are two things that are certain.”
“The monk from the blessed land who is neither human nor ghost will only appear in the gray fog.”
“And the gray fog does not It will permeate the buildings in this small blessed place. Next time you encounter gray fog, you must find a similar place to avoid it.”
“Another thing is that gray fog is afraid of sunlight.”
“So I try my best to move during the day.”
Based on my experience at night, I quickly summarized some life-saving rules.
When Kong Zhen thought of this, he knew that he could no longer delay.
Because he is still some distance away from Luoxia Valley.
“I must arrive at Luoxia Valley before sunset.”
With this thought, Kong Xian put away the alchemy and walked out of the courtyard where he had been hiding all night.
Looking back at the location here, I silently recorded it in my mind so that I would have a place to hide when encountering similar dangers in the future.
After doing all this, Kong Ji mobilized all his spiritual energy and turned into an afterimage and ran wildly towards the northwest.
He must speed up the pace.
Luoxia Valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The peaks in the middle are higher and those at both ends are slightly lower.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a person has spread his arms and embraced the valley.
The valley mouth opens to the west, just in the direction of the setting sun.
In the center of Luoxia Valley, like the Shuangyue Altar, a high altar was built.
The stairs, as white as jade, extend from the mouth of the valley to the altar.
Different from the Shuangyue Altar altar, the altar in Luoxia Valley does not have physical bricks underneath.
It is a large pool of water that exudes the color of red gold.
Only a staircase leading to the center of the altar was left, and the rest of the place was filled with dazzling pool water.
At this time, it was evening in Xiaofudi.
The sun sets in the west.
The afterglow shines on the water under the altar, reflecting an even more dazzling red gold light.
The dreamlike luster makes the valley surrounded by mountains on three sides look like a dream.
Being in it, there is a sense of trance that is separated from reality.
Outside Sunset Cloud Valley, a young figure was running rapidly from the horizon.
Wherever it passed, it brought up smoke and dust all over the land of Xihuang Xiaofudi.
As Kong Zhen ran, he looked back at the sunset, which had almost reached half of the horizon.
There was obvious anxiety in his eyes.
He has been traveling for a whole day, and this little blessed land in Xihuang is incredibly big.
He didn't even remember to drink a sip of water along the way, because he was afraid that he would not reach Luoxia Valley before the sun set.
But luckily, I looked at the Luoxia Valley that was so close in front of me.
Kong Jiang knew he had caught up.
After about some tea time.
The moment before the sun's last ray of light disappears from the earth.
Kong Ji’s feet also fell on the steps leading to the Luoxia Valley altar.
He looked back and saw that the land behind him had fallen into darkness.
Countless penetrating gray mist is slowly rising from the ground.
The gray fog and the sun are distinct. One controls the day and the other controls the night.
Under the spreading gray fog, the Xihuang Little Blessed Land looks like a fairyland during the day, but at night it is as terrifying as purgatory.
"Huhu!" Kong Ji stood on the steps and gasped, his face covered with dust, and his lips were chapped because he had been walking for a long time without a sip of water.
“This blessed land is too big. If I hadn’t had good leg strength, I would have lost my life here.”
Complaining about the size of the blessed land, Kong Jiang picked up the wine. I poured a few mouthfuls of spring water into the pot, and my throat, which was about to feel dry and cracked, regained its vitality.
He immediately raised his head, followed the stairs, and saw the standing Luoxia Valley Altar.
When the outside world is swallowed up by darkness, only this place is still shrouded in red gold light.
The pool water under the altar shines like sunset in the dark night, not only dotting the three peaks around the valley.
The light even penetrates the clouds and shines on the sky.
This undoubtedly gave Kong Jiang a sense of security, because where there is sunset, it is impossible for that kind of gray fog to penetrate.
“At least you don’t have to worry, that ghost thing came in last night.”
Kong Ji gathered his mood and climbed up the stairs.
His main goal in coming to this small blessed land of Xihuang is the sunset of Xihuang in the Luoxia Valley.
However, when he actually walked up to the altar and looked at the scene in front of him, the hope he was filled with was ruthlessly shattered by what he saw.
The white jade altar that towered as high as the mountain was not what he had imagined.
A shocking crack extended from the top of the altar to the bottom of the altar.
That ruthless scar almost split the entire towering altar into two.
On the top of the altar, a huge corpse of a bird or beast was lined up on it.
A spear wrapped with black lightning was inserted into the head of the corpse.
Endless years have passed, but the power carried by that spear still has not dissipated, and the black thunder continues to corrode the skulls of birds and beasts.
The originally white bones were corroded into dark bones.
The position fixed by the spear is the starting point of the altar's crack.
The moment when Kong Xian stepped into this altar.
He felt the creepy aura coming from the spear.
That black thunder seems to be able to destroy all life in time.
Even if we are far apart.
Violence, anger, and countless negative emotions grew uncontrollably in his heart at the moment Kong Ji's eyes were fixed on the spear.
He was actually affected by a weapon.
“Huh!” Kong Ji took a deep breath, forcing his restless heart to calm down.
The scene before him made him feel as if he had come into contact with an incredible secret.
Even if this bird and beast is dead, its high-spirited figure still retains some coercion in front of it.
Just one look at it made Kong Jiang feel in awe.
Its identity is already revealed.
Isn’t it exactly what is recorded in the books, that immortal beast of the Xihuang Little Blessed Land, the Skylark?
The Palm Demon King is highly praised in ancient books.
Everyone in Xihuang Xiaofudi is proud of it, and even embroiders it on the sect's clothing and prints it on their waist badges.
According to legend, there is a phoenix blood in the body, which has a high possibility of entering the next great realm after being born in the palm.
Just like that, he was pinned to death on the altar by that spear.
In a trance, Kong Jiang seemed to be able to imagine the scene of that day, with a spear coming through the air.
The Skylark flew straight up, trying to intercept it.
But he was pierced by a spear and died on the altar, and the altar beneath him was destroyed together.
At the same time, it also destroyed the lifeblood of Xihuang Paradise, the place that gave birth to the setting sun in Xihuang.
(End of this chapter)