He has already condensed his Taoist foundation, and can now almost display all of Dongxian's inheritance.

The sword rain sky engulfed the witch cultivator in the fetal light realm.

The rain of swords and arrows from the sky hit her giant colorful snake until it was covered in blood, and even its scales were almost completely shattered.

The witch cultivator was in even worse condition, with not a single intact piece of skin on her body.

"The Sky is upside down!" With Shangguan Yuzhou's sword, the Sky was upside down. The blue river turned into sword energy and cut off the head of the colorful giant snake.

The giant snake was slain, and the witch's body was severely injured. After spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, she fell from the void, no longer able to resist.

The winner 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 Ju to fight the old man together.

In the center of the boiling sea of ​​golden thunder, Huangfu Wuqin suddenly showed up. In her hand was a pure white wine jug with a green-faced, fang-toothed monster patterned on its surface.

"The Spirit Refining Pot!" Looking at the white wine pot in her hand, Kong Ju smiled and understood her idea.

Huangfu Wuqin gently opened the lid of the wine jug.

The bodies of two of the three Ascension Wheel Wu Xiu who were killed by Dapeng disappeared without a trace immediately, leaving only two groups of essence of heaven and earth remaining in their original place.

at the same time.

Whoosh! A chilly wind suddenly blew.

The light in the valley was instantly obscured by the surging demonic energy.

The monster carved on the Soul Refining Pot leaped out of the pot on the cold wind, its body constantly colliding and growing larger, turning into a demon shadow holding a trident that was larger than the altar below.

"Hehehe!" The creepy smile echoed in the valley where the sun and moon were dark, and reached the ears of the old man lying on the altar.

His smile had frozen on his face.

The evil shadow did not give him any time to react. The trident had already descended from the sky, carrying countless eerie ghost shadows, and killed the octopus spider that was the incarnation of the old man.

In an instant, the old man's body seemed to be frozen.

"Roar!" He roared desperately, and finally mobilized his eight spider legs to block the trident's path, trying to stop the monster's attack.

Dangdangdang! After a series of crisp breaking sounds.

The indestructible spider leg that had posed a threat to Huangfu Wuqin was instantly broken.

The trident penetrated the body of the spider that was the old man's incarnation with great force, pinning it to death on the altar.

It only took one strike.

The previously invincible chief of the Black Snake Tribe died on the spot.

His body, which had turned into a spider, became smaller and smaller amid the gushing of countless black auras until it became a human form.

At this time, the old man had lost his limbs, and his hands and feet seemed to have been chopped off along with the spider's legs.

“No matter how powerful it is, it’s just a Shenglun. Not everyone is like the Master of Dongxian Hall, who can use the body of a Shenglun to resist the palm.” Seeing this scene, Kong Ju shook his head and walked out from his hiding place.

Now that the battle is over, there is no need for him to continue lurking.

"Senior Sister Huangfu, your Spirit Refining Pot is so useful." Shangguan Yuzhou had already rushed over. It was not the first time he saw Huangfu Wuqin use the Spirit Refining Pot, but he still couldn't help but marvel at the monster holding the trident.

A powerful spirit-infused weapon that can summon palm-level monsters.

It is equivalent to having a powerful person protecting you by your side.

"It is useful, but it requires two Ascension Wheel monks to offer sacrifices every time." Huangfu Wuqin touched the Spirit Refining Pot, and there was no love on his face. He commented objectively: "Not every time there are Ascension Wheel monks to offer sacrifices to it. Improving your own strength is the right way."

Huangfu Wuqin saw it clearly. If the old man had not suddenly sacrificed his own people to forcibly increase his strength, she probably would not have wanted to use this soul refining pot.

During the conversation between the two, Kong Ju had already flown to the altar.

The old man's body was still warm, and a grayish-white essence of heaven and earth was floating on his body.

It was obvious at first glance that he was a piece of trash. Kong Ju just glanced at him and then looked away, walking straight to the statue of the witch god with a python wrapped around it.

This witch god statue was obviously buried on this altar before, but it was uncovered because of Huangfu Wuqin's thunder attack.

Now, with the death of the old man, it fell quietly beside the altar.

Kong Ju leaned down and looked quietly at the witch god statue in front of him.

When his eyes just met the eyes of the statue, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a sense of spirit in the eyes of the statue, which were obviously made of stone.

This gave him an indescribable strange feeling, as if the witch statue had its own consciousness.

"Gujiang is really not a good place. Even the witch statues they worship are very evil." Kong Ju muttered.

After a moment's hesitation, he pressed his palm towards the witch statue.

Since the Soul-Calming Bell has a response to it, Kong Ju will naturally pick it up and study it carefully.

The moment his palm touched the witch statue.

The silver bell deep in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook again, making a slight sound.

Finally, the black aura stayed on the shiny surface of the Soul-Calming Bell and condensed into a monster pattern with a python entangled on top.

The shape of the pattern is exactly the same as that of the witch god statue.

Kong Ju saw this scene, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. He thought to himself, "This Soul-Calming Bell is the treasure of the Jinming Tribe. It is indeed not just a simple soul-infusing device."

Time was short and the timing was inappropriate, so Kong Ju had no chance to study the witch god pattern and could only pretend nothing had happened and withdrew his hand.

At the same time his palm left the witch statue.

The statue, which previously had a spiritual glow, looked as if it had been eroded by thousands of years.

Crash! It turned into rubble all over the ground in front of Kong Qi.

Shangguan Yuzhou also came to the altar. He couldn't stand the bloody smell rising from above, so he kept covering his nose.

Seeing the Wushen statue was broken, he asked in a vague tone: "What is this thing that is broken?"

Kong Ju stood up at this time and replied casually: "Who knows."

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After saying that, he picked up the essence of heaven and earth that had re-condensed on the old man and presented it to Huangfu Wuqin: "Senior Sister Huangfu, this is the Grey Stone Essence ranked 74th in terms of character. It belongs to you."

“No!” Huangfu Wuqin glanced at the spirit of heaven and earth, and waved his hand with a look of disdain: “Take it away!”

The essence of heaven and earth, which is hard to come by for a Yanglun monk and whose character ranks within the top 100, is something dispensable in Huangfu Wuqin's eyes.

Kong Ju accepted the gray stone spirit and the old man's body with a smile.

With the death of the chief of the Black Snake Tribe, there was no one who could stop Huangfu Wuqin from overturning the altar.

Kong Ju and Shangguan Yuzhou tactfully left the altar.

Huangfu Wuqin directly ordered the monster in the God Refining Pot to smash the altar to pieces.

With deafening roars, the altar turned into ruins amid the wild laughter of the monster in the God Refining Pot.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved.

Huangfu Wuqin put away the spirit refining pot.

Then Kong Ju and the other two walked up to the witch cultivator at the Taiguang realm who was beaten by Shangguan Yuzhou and was left with only one breath left.

"Why are you people from Gujiang coming to the Tianqi border?"

"What is your plan in building this altar?" Huangfu Wuqin asked coldly as he looked at the witch cultivator whose body was covered with wounds and sword marks on her skin.

Even though the latter was on the verge of life and death, he still did not show any fear. Instead, endless resentment was brewing in his eyes. Looking at Huangfu Wuqin who was like a banished fairy in front of him, he cursed in a weak voice: "You destroyed the statue of the witch god and killed the chief of my Black Snake Tribe. You will be punished by the Black Snake God."

"You will suffer the pain of being devoured by thousands of snakes."

"Your souls will be devoured by the Black Snake God."

…

"Or maybe just kill her!" Shangguan Yuzhou was a little impatient. The witch cultivator in front of him didn't look like someone he could communicate with.

"Keep it and let Senior Sister Huangfu take it back to the Tianqi Dynasty. We will be able to pry her mouth open." Kong Ju glanced at Huangfu Wuqin, as if asking for her opinion.

After all, the reason for this action was because of Huangfu Wuqin. After all, her mother was from the Tianqi Dynasty and had feelings for the Tianqi Dynasty.

Besides, none of the three of them were good at interrogation.

If we kill him like this, what if we miss some important clues?

"Can she be saved?" There was a golden light flashing in Huangfu Wuqin's eyes, as if he saw how seriously the witch cultivator was injured. Almost all of her meridians were shattered by Shangguan Yuzhou's sword energy.

The spiritual consciousness that the witches relied on for survival had dimmed. Even without their help, they would not be able to survive for long.

Kong Ju only glanced at the witch cultivator and already knew what was going on. He replied calmly, "It can be saved."

With his current level of alchemy skills, he can keep the witch alive as long as her head is not chopped off.

Huangfu Wuqin was waiting for Kong Ju to say this, and finally smiled: "Then take it away."

Kong Ju simply treated the female cultivator's injuries, fed her some nectar, and applied some elixir ointment for external application to heal her wounds.

It can be considered that her injuries have been stabilized.

The witch cultivator didn't seem to appreciate it and kept cursing Kong Ju during the process.

Kong Ju became impatient and directly sealed her mouth with his spiritual power. He also used the spiritual seal from the Jin Ming Spirit Refining Method to wrap and seal her dim spiritual consciousness.

Even if she recovered, she would not be able to use force again.

His Jinming soul refining method was passed down to the Jinming tribe, one of the most powerful tribes in Gujiang, making it easy to seal the soul.

It was useless for a cultivator who cultivated spiritual power, so he had never used it before.

It is not easy to use it to deal with the Gujiang monks.

When the witch cultivator saw the flash of the golden bean of spiritual consciousness between Kong Ju's eyebrows, her expression was obviously horrified. Kong Ju didn't even need to seal her mouth. She probably didn't dare to curse anymore. (End of this chapter)