Next is Kong Jiang's favorite part, cleaning the battlefield.
Kong Jiang went there with a smile on his face. After walking around for a long time, he came back with a dark face and kept cursing: "A bunch of poor people!"
Gu Jiang witch cultivator is They were really poor. Those Shenglun shaman cultivators didn't have anything of value, and their storage bags were full of disgusting bottles and cans.
Obviously it is not something that monks who cultivate spiritual power can use.
The only thing of value is the remaining body of Shenglun and the three groups of heaven and earth essence they left behind.
It’s all about character, and the quality is second to none.
Huangfu Wuqin and Shangguan Yuzhou seemed to have no interest in those qualities of the essence of heaven and earth, so they took advantage of Kong Ji.
After finishing cleaning up, the three of them boarded the Skylark again.
Only on the back of Skylark is a witch cultivator whose cultivation has been sealed.
"Don't tell me that this battle was so enjoyable!" Shangguan Yuzhou fought fiercely, with an indescribable heartiness, punching holes in Dapeng's back and pulling it apart with great enthusiasm.
He didn't notice at all that Kong Jiang's face was getting darker and darker beneath his voice.
Huangfu Wuqin added: "If the old man hadn't used an altar to sacrifice the tribesmen in the end, I would definitely have won."
Kong Jin couldn't listen anymore and sighed, He said to his two companions: "You two, can you tell me in advance next time you take action? Don't be so impulsive. Even if you take action, there is no reason to call the formation directly."
"This is the sky. Qi, it’s not Wudong.”
“If it weren’t for Senior Sister Huangfu’s Divine Refining Pot, we would all be in trouble this time.”
“Oh, isn’t this already a win? Are you done?" Huangfu Wuqin waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Even if the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered..." Shangguan Yuzhou even raised his head and shouted his slogan there.
Before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Kong Ji, whose tone seemed to be furious: "If I acted like you, I would have died in the Frost Moon Altar."
"Next time! Next time I'll just turn around and leave!!!"
"In the worst case, I'll come back to collect the bodies for you!"
"Junior Brother Kong, don't be angry. I will listen to you next time." Shangguan Yuzhou felt that Kong Jiang was really angry, so he immediately apologized and smiled.
Only Huangfu Wuqin opened his eyes wide, looked at Kong Ji, and said with some surprise: "You yelled at me!"
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Destroyed Two days after the Black Snake Division Altar.
The weather is getting worse and worse, as if the dark clouds from the entire wilderness have gathered here, and the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, like pouring down.
The rivers could not hold so much water, causing flash floods in the mountains.
In a high mountain cave 20,000 miles away from the Tianqi Dynasty.
A bonfire was burned to disperse the water vapor that was pouring in from outside the cave.
Kong Zhi leaned against the edge of the rock wall, feeling the warmth of the firelight on his cheeks. He faced the outside world, and his eyes reflected the raindrops bigger than beans pouring down outside.
Didi~ The roof of the cave is not very effective in sheltering from rain. From time to time, water droplets seep down and fall into the puddles on the soil surface of the cave.
Dapeng curled up in Kong Ji's sleeves, sleeping soundly.
In this kind of weather, it is unwilling to come out no matter what. The three of them have no choice but to wait here for the rain to stop.
However, apart from Kong Zhen, there were only Huangfu Wuqin and the captured female cultivator from the Black Snake tribe in the cave, and Shangguan Yuzhou was nowhere to be seen.
Kong Jin opened his eyes and moved towards the top of the mountain. He could vaguely see the figure standing in the heavy rain, as straight as the edge of a sword.
Ling Ran’s sword energy lingered around him.
The downpour fell three feet away in front of him, and then automatically floated elsewhere without soaking his clothes at all.
On the day when the heavy rain fell, Shangguan Yuzhou seemed to have some enlightenment. Two full days had passed since he stood on the top of the mountain.
No matter how Kong Ji shouted, he seemed not to hear it.
His swordsmanship was passed down to Dongxian, but Shangguan Yuzhou did not stick to Dongxian's inheritance and had a faint tendency to develop his own swordsmanship.
This is why Kong Zhen and the others stopped moving forward, because they did not want Shangguan Yuzhou to miss this rare epiphany.
Kong Qin looked at it with his virtual vision for a moment, but didn't see the reason. He had to retract his gaze and secretly exclaimed: "Senior brother Shangguan is really a natural sword breed."
According to Huangfu Wuqin's words , this kind of epiphany is rare, even she has never encountered it.
When Dongxian was the only one in the Cangwu sect today, he had an epiphany for three days in Qianchuan where thousands of rivers converged.
There is also the "Snow Burial Record" handed down by the ancestor Xue Ying who sat in the snow mountain for three years
Even Lei Zun's "Thunder Moving Nine Thousand" was written when he traveled to the Endless Sea , sitting in the Forgetful Thunder Sea for several months created.
The inheritance of those ancestors were all obtained through enlightenment again and again.
You can imagine how important this opportunity is to Shangguan Yuzhou.
"As long as Brother Shangguan can earn something, it doesn't matter if he waits for a year." Kong Zhi thought and looked back at the cave.
Huangfu Wuqin pulled up a white cloth in the cave and made it into a hammock, lying on it and sleeping soundly.
The witch Xiu, who was captured by them from the Black Snake Tribe, was nesting alone in the corner of the dank cave, looking around with wary eyes.
Her spiritual consciousness has been sealed by Kong Xian. As a witch cultivator who majors in spiritual consciousness, she no longer poses any threat.
Therefore no shackles were imposed on her.
The strange thing is that when the witch cultivator looked at Shangguan Yuzhou or Huangfu Wuqin, his eyes were full of resentment.
Only when I look at Kong Ji, there is a look of thinking in my eyes.
Obviously it was the Jin Ming Divine Refining Technique that Kong Xian used when he sealed her consciousness, and she saw some tricks in it. So from time to time, I would steal my eyes towards Kong Ji.
But when Kong Xian looked at her, she looked away in fear, not daring to look at him.
“Speaking of which, the Jinming Tribe is also one of the top forces in the Gu Territory. Jinming’s divine refining method is probably not a secret to other tribes in the Gu Territory.”
“This witch’s cultivation is probably based on watching The technique I practiced has come out.”
Kong Jin stretched out his palm and rubbed it on his chin, looking at the witch Xiu who took the initiative to look away, with an intriguing look in his eyes.
"About Gu Territory, most of what I know is from books, but I have never communicated with the witch cultivators in Gu Territory."
"I have the opportunity to ask her about the current situation in Gu Territory."
Kong Ji got a chance clue from Xian Yu Yanhe that pointed to Gu Jiang, and it was blessed with a chance value of up to fifteen points.
It can be imagined that the opportunities in Gu territory are great.
If he can hold a palm in the future, he will definitely go there.
Being able to understand the situation there in advance can also be considered as preparation for the future.
"It's just that the witch Xiu has a very tough mouth. She doesn't pay attention to anyone who talks to her. I'm afraid she won't be so easy to give in."
Thinking of this, Kong Ji felt a headache again.
Although Gujiang is like a group of uncivilized barbarians compared to the other three regions.
But because they worship the shaman statues of their respective tribes, their beliefs are extremely firm and they are not afraid of death at all.
Kong Zhi could only think of sending her to the Tianqi Dynasty to see if the Tianqi Dynasty could pry her mouth open.
While thinking, Kong Xi withdrew his gaze from sizing her up, and closed his eyes amidst the roaring storm outside.
The soul-suppressing bell had previously absorbed a ray of black energy from the witch-god statue of the Black Snake Tribe, causing the witch-god statue to completely shatter.
On the contrary, there is a pattern of a witch god statue on the soul-suppressing bell.
He didn't have time to study it carefully along the way. Now that he has nothing to do, he can take a closer look.
Of course, before Kong Jiang closed his eyes, in order to prevent the witch Xiu from escaping, he released Zi Hei, one of his two puppets.
Blocked at the entrance of the cave, even if the witch cultivator had the intention of escaping, she did not dare to move.
When Kong Xian arranged the puppets and sank his consciousness into the sea of consciousness, he was completely unaware of it.
When the witch cultivator squatting in the corner of the cave saw the purple and black puppet, the changes in her eyes showed shock, and also a very obscure excitement that was suppressed by her.
The eyes moved to Kong Chihai.
It was raining heavily outside, but inside the sea of consciousness was silence and darkness.
Except for the cloud-patterned monument that sits in the sea of consciousness and is surrounded by the aura of chaos.
There are only silver bells around, and the bloody soul of Gexia floating in it.
Ge Xia’s spirit remained as usual, lying blankly in the corner of the sea of consciousness.
When the soul-suppressing bell does not activate it, it does not appear to be conscious at all.
Kong Geng is very relieved about this.
There is a cloud-patterned tablet and a soul-suppressing bell in the sea of consciousness. Even if Gexia comes in when he is jumping around, he has to lie down.
So Kong Xian just glanced at it and focused his attention on the Soul-Calming Bell.
Before, no flaw could be seen on the silver bell.
Since absorbing the breath of the witch god statue, there has been a small witch god statue pattern.
The strange thing is that the pattern doesn't look out of place at the moment. It's perfectly natural to be printed on the soul-soothing bell, as if it was supposed to be printed on it.
“This soul-suppressing bell can be used as the clan-suppressing magic weapon of the Gujiang Jinming tribe, so it must be more than just a spiritual weapon.”
“It should involve other secrets. "
"It's just that I'm not a direct descendant of the Xianyu family, so it's difficult to find out the truth. "
Kong Xian's consciousness stayed on the pattern of the witch god statue and fell into thinking.
“Since there is something extra in the silver bell, can I mobilize it?”
“It’s like mobilizing Gexia’s soul?”
With this in mind, Kong Ji began to tentatively activate the soul-suppressing bell.
As his consciousness stirred, the soul-suppressing bell immediately shook in the sea of consciousness, emitting a series of crisp ringtones.
The pattern of the shaman god statue on the soul-suppressing bell, together with the spirit of Gexia floating in the sea of consciousness, immediately reacted to the ringing of the soul-suppressing bell.
Black and red brilliance erupted one after another.
It only takes one thought from Kong Ji to mobilize them.
“It can indeed be mobilized!” Seeing this scene, Kong Jiang felt relieved.
This time, Kong Jiang did not touch Ge Xia’s spirit, but used the power of the soul-suppressing bell to activate the pattern of the witch god statue.
Boom! The body of the silver bell erupted with bright silver light.
Brush! The black evil aura suddenly burst out from the pattern of the witch god statue, and finally condensed into a black-skinned monster with eyes as big as buckets, protruding teeth, and a giant python in Kong Xian's sea of consciousness.
Its appearance is exactly the same as the pattern on the silver bell. (End of this chapter)