On the other side, Shangguan Yuzhou's battle is coming to an end.
He has condensed the Dao foundation, and now almost all the inheritance of Dongxian can be used.
The Sword Rain Sky Curtain swallowed up the witch cultivator in the Embryo Light Realm.
The sky was full of sword rain, and the arrows that poured out of the sky beat her colorful giant snake until it was covered in blood, and even the snake's scales were almost completely shattered.
The witch Xiu was even more unbearable. There was no intact skin on her body.
"The Tianhe hangs upside down!" With Shangguan Yuzhou's sword, the Tianhe hangs upside down, and the blue river turns into sword energy, cutting off the head of the colorful giant snake.
The giant snake was beheaded, and the Witch Xiu suffered severe injuries. After vomiting blood, she fell from the void, leaving no room for resistance.
The outcome has been decided.
Dapeng and Shangguan Yuzhou had both finished their battles and were about to come to the aid of Huangfu Wuqin and Kong Xian to fight against the old man together.
In the center of the thunder sea boiling with golden thunder, Huangfu Wuqin suddenly appeared. In her hand was a pure white wine flask with a green-faced fanged monster tattooed on its surface.
"God Refining Pot!" Looking at the white wine pot in her hand, Kong Ji smiled and understood what she was thinking.
Following Huangfu Wuqin, he gently opened the lid of the wine pot.
The two corpses of the three ascending wheel shaman cultivators who were killed by Dapeng disappeared without a trace, leaving only two groups of heaven and earth essences still in place.
At the same time.
Phew! A dark wind suddenly rose.
The light in the valley was instantly blocked by the overwhelming demonic energy.
The monster depicted on the God Refining Pot jumped out of the pot on the evil wind, and its bodies continued to collide and grow in size, turning into a demonic shadow holding a trident that was larger than the altar below.
“Jie Jie Jie!” The creepy smile echoed in the sunless and moonless valley, reaching the ears of the old man lying on the altar.
His smile had frozen on his face.
The demonic shadow did not give him any time to react. The trident had already descended from the sky, carrying countless ghostly shadows and killing the eight-clawed spider incarnated by the old man.
In an instant, the old man's body seemed to be frozen.
"Roar!" He roared desperately, and finally mobilized the eight spider legs to see if they were in the way of the trident, trying to block the monster's offensive.
Dang Dang Dang! After a series of crisp shattering sounds.
The indestructible spider legs that had threatened Huangfu Wuqin were instantly broken.
The trident was devastating and penetrated directly into the body of the old man's spider, killing him on the altar.
It only took one blow.
The previously arrogant leader of the Black Snake Tribe died on the spot.
His body, which turned into a spider, became smaller and smaller in the spurts of countless black breaths, until it turned into a human form.
At this time, the old man had no limbs. His hands and feet seemed to have been chopped off along with the spider's legs.
"No matter how powerful it is, it is just a rising wheel. Not everyone is like the master of Dongxian Hall, who can use the body of a rising wheel to resist the palm-born." Seeing this scene, Kong Ji shook his head, Then he walked out of his hiding place.
Now that the battle is over, there is no need for him to continue to lurk.
"Senior Sister Huangfu, your divine refining pot is very useful." Shangguan Yuzhou has rushed over. This is not the first time that he saw Huangfu Wuqin offering the divine refining pot, but looking at the holding The monster holding the trident still couldn't help but marvel.
A powerful spiritual weapon that can summon palm-level monsters.
It is equivalent to having a palm-born powerful person protecting you.
"It's easy to use, but it requires two ascending wheel monks to sacrifice each time." Huangfu Wuqin touched the divine refining pot, but there was no look of affection on his face, objectively Commented: "Not every time a Shenglun monk comes to sacrifice to it. The improvement of one's own strength is the right way."
Huangfu Wuqin could see clearly, if the old man hadn't suddenly sacrificed She probably didn't want to use this divine refining pot because her clan members had forcibly improved their strength.
Kong Jin had already flown to the altar while the two were talking.
The old man's body was still warm, and a gray-white essence of heaven and earth floated on his body.
Looking at the quality of his character, Kong Ji just glanced at it and looked away, walking straight to the statue of the witch god with a python entwined around it.
This witch god statue was obviously buried on this altar before, but it was lifted out due to Huangfu Wuqin's thunder attack.
Now with the death of the old man, it fell quietly beside the altar.
Kong Jin leaned down and looked at the witch god statue in front of him quietly.
When his eyes just touched the eyes of the statue, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a sense of agility in the eyes of the statue, which were obviously made of stone.
This gave him an indescribable weird feeling, as if the witch god statue had its own consciousness.
"Gu Jiang is indeed not a good place. Even the statues of the witch gods they enshrine are very evil." Kong Xian muttered.
After hesitating for a moment, he pressed his palm towards the witch statue.
Since the soul-suppressing bell is sensitive to it, Kong Ji naturally wants to pick it up and study it carefully.
The moment his palm came into contact with the witch statue.
The silver bell deep in the sea of consciousness suddenly shook again and made a light sound. Kong Zhi felt a chill in the palm of his hand, and a wisp of black breath was immediately peeled off from the statue of the witch god. Along his palm, he was quietly introduced to the Soul-Calming Bell floating in the sea of consciousness.
Finally, the black aura stayed on the radiant surface of the soul-suppressing bell, condensing into a monster pattern with a python wrapped around it.
The shape of the pattern is exactly the same as that of the witch god.
This scene was seen by Kong Zhen, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he secretly said: "This soul-suppressing bell is the treasure of the Jinming tribe. It is indeed more than a simple soul-injection device. The heavy weapon is so simple. "
The time was short and the timing was inappropriate. Kong Jiang had no chance to study the pattern of the witch god, so he had to withdraw his palm pretending to be nonchalant.
At the same time as his palm left the witch god statue.
The statue of the god that had spiritual brilliance before that seemed to have been eroded by time for thousands of years.
Wow! In front of Kong Zhen's eyes, it turned into rubble on the ground.
Shangguan Yuzhou also came to the altar. He couldn't stand the smell of blood rising above the sky, so he kept covering his nose.
Seeing that the witch god statue was broken, he asked in a vague tone: "What kind of thing is broken?"
Kong Jin stood up at this time and replied casually: "Who knows."
After saying that, he picked up the re-condensed essence of heaven and earth on the old man and sent it to Huangfu Wuqin: "Sister Huangfu, this is the gray stone essence ranked seventy-fourth in personality. It belongs to you."
"No!" Huangfu Wuqin glanced at the essence of heaven and earth, and waved his hand with a look of disgust: "Take it away!"
The wheel cultivator is a rare thing, and his character ranking In the eyes of Huangfu Wuqin, the essence of heaven and earth within a hundred names is dispensable.
Kong Jin accepted it with a smile along with the gray stone spirit and the old man's corpse.
With the death of the leader of the Black Snake Tribe, no one can stop Huangfu Wuqin from overturning the altar.
Kong Xian and Shangguan Yuzhou left the altar very wisely.
Huangfu Wuqin directly ordered the monster of the God Refining Pot to smash the altar to pieces.
With deafening roars, the altar was reduced to ruins amidst the wanton laughter of the God Refining Pot monster.
The purpose of this trip has been achieved.
Huangfu Wuqin put away the divine refining pot.
Then the three of them walked up to the witch Xiu of the Fetal Light Realm, who had been beaten by Shangguan Yuzhou until he was still breathing.
“Why do you people from Gujiang come to the border of Tianqi?”
“What are your plans for building this altar?” Huangfu Wuqin looked at the bruises all over his body and his skin was covered with bruises. The witch cultivator, who had received sword marks, asked coldly.
Even if the latter was on the line between life and death, he still showed no timidity. Instead, there was endless resentment brewing in his eyes. Looking at Huangfu Wuqin who looked like a fairy in front of him, he cursed in a weak voice: "You have ruined Witch God Statue, if you kill the leader of the Black Snake Tribe, you will be punished by the Black Snake God."
"You will suffer from the bite of thousands of snakes."
"Yours. The soul will be swallowed by the Black Snake God."
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"Why don't you kill me!" Shangguan Yuzhou was a little impatient. The witch cultivator in front of him didn't look like he could communicate at all. .
"Keep it, let Senior Sister Huangfu take her back to the Tianqi Dynasty, and you can always pry her mouth open." Kong Xian looked at Huangfu Wuqin, as if asking her opinion.
After all, the reason for this attack was Huangfu Wuqin. Her mother was from the Tianqi Dynasty after all, and she still had feelings for the Tianqi Dynasty.
In addition, none of the three of them is good at interrogation.
Just kill him, in case any important clues are missed.
“Can she still be saved?” Huangfu Wuqin’s eyes flashed with golden light, as if he saw the seriousness of Witch Xiu’s injury. Almost all the meridians in his body were shattered by Shangguan Yuzhou’s sword energy.
The spiritual consciousness that the witch cultivators rely on for survival has dimmed, and they may not be able to survive for long without them taking action.
Kong Zhen just glanced at the witch Xiu, already knowing what he knew, and replied calmly: "It can be saved."
His current level of alchemy cultivation is as high as that of the witch Xiu's head Even if it hadn't been cut off, it would have given her a sigh of relief.
What Huangfu Wuqin was waiting for was Kong Ji's words, and finally smiled: "Then take it away."
Kong Ji simply treated the female cultivator's injury and said, She drank some agar syrup and used the elixir intermittent ointment for external application to heal her wounds.
Her injuries were finally stabilized.
The witch Xiu didn't seem to appreciate it, and kept cursing Kong Ji in the process.
Kong Zhen was impatient after hearing this, and directly sealed her mouth with spiritual power. He also used the divine consciousness seal in the Jin Ming Divine Refining Technique to wrap and seal her dim consciousness.
Even after she recovered, she could no longer use force.
His Jin Ming Divine Refining Technique was passed down to the Jin Ming Tribe, one of the top tribes in Gu territory, and it was easy to seal the divine consciousness.
It is of little use to a monk who cultivates spiritual power, so he has never used it before.
It is not easy to deal with Gujiang monks.
After the witch cultivator saw the golden bean of divine consciousness flashing between Kong Ji’s eyebrows, her expression was obviously frightened. She didn’t even need Kong Ji to seal her mouth. She probably didn’t dare to curse anymore. . (End of this chapter)