Kong Ju went there with a smile on his face, but after walking around for a long time, he came back with a gloomy face, cursing: "What a bunch of poor people!"

The Gujiang witch cultivators were really poor. Those few Shenglun witch cultivators didn't have anything valuable, and their storage bags were filled with disgusting bottles and jars.

Obviously, it is not something that can be used by a monk who cultivates spiritual power.

The only valuable things are the remaining body of Shenglun and the three groups of essence of heaven and earth they left behind.

They are all human beings, and their quality is ranked outside the top 100.

Huangfu Wuqin and Shangguan Yuzhou seemed to have no interest in those qualities of the essence of heaven and earth, which gave Kong Ju a good advantage.

After packing up, Kong Ju and the other two boarded the Skylark again.

However, on the back of Skylark, there was a witch cultivator whose cultivation was sealed.

"Don't mention how exciting this battle was!" Shangguan Yuzhou fought a fierce battle, feeling extremely refreshed. He was still struggling with Kong Jue on Dapeng's back with great vigor.

He didn't notice at all that Kong Ju's face was getting darker and darker as his voice grew louder.

Huangfu Wuqin added: "If that old man hadn't used the altar to sacrifice his people at the end, I would have definitely won."

Kong Ju couldn't listen any more, so he sighed and said to his two companions, "You two, next time you fight, can you please let me know in advance? Don't be so impulsive. Even if you want to fight, there's no point in challenging them directly."

"This is Tianqi, not Wudong."

"If Senior Sister Huangfu didn't have the Spirit Refining Pot, we would have all been defeated this time."

"Oh, hasn't this already been won?" Huangfu Wuqin waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Even if the enemy outnumbers us..." Shangguan Yuzhou raised his head and shouted his slogan.

Before he could finish his words, Kong Ju interrupted him rudely, his tone was as furious as thunder, "If I acted like you, I would have died in the Frost Moon Altar long ago."

"Next time! If it happens again, I will just turn around and leave!!!"

"At worst I'll come back and collect your bodies!"

"Junior Brother Kong, don't be angry. I will listen to you next time." Shangguan Yuzhou felt that Kong Ju was really angry, so he immediately apologized with a smile.

Only Huangfu Wuqin opened his eyes wide, looked at Kong Ju, and said in surprise: "You yelled at me!"

…

Two days after the destruction of the Black Snake Tribe’s altar.

The weather was getting worse, as if all the dark clouds in the wilderness had gathered here, and the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, like a downpour.

The rivers were unable to accommodate so much water, causing flash floods in the mountains.

In a cave in a high mountain 20,000 miles away from the Tianqi Dynasty.

A bonfire was lit to dispel the moisture that was constantly pouring in from outside the cave.

Kong Ju leaned against the edge of the rock wall, feeling the warmth of the firelight on his cheek, facing the outside world, his eyes reflecting the raindrops bigger than beans pouring down outside.

Drop by drop~ The cave roof is not very effective in sheltering from the rain. From time to time, water drops seep down and drip into the puddles gathered on the soil surface of the cave.

Dapeng was curled up in Kong Ju's sleeve, sleeping soundly.

In this kind of weather, it was unwilling to come out no matter what. Kong Ju and the other two had no choice but to wait here for the rain to stop.

However, besides Kong Ju, there were only Huangfu Wuqin and the captured female cultivator from the Black Snake Tribe in the cave. There was no sign of Shangguan Yuzhou.

Kong Ju expanded his virtual vision and moved his gaze towards the top of the mountain. He could vaguely see a figure standing in the heavy rain, straight as a sword.

Ling Ran's sword energy lingered around him.

The heavy rain fell three feet in front of him and then automatically drifted away without soaking his clothes at all.

On the day when heavy rain fell, Shangguan Yuzhou seemed to have realized something. Two whole days had passed since he stood on the top of the mountain.

No matter how Kong Ju shouted, he acted as if he didn't hear him.

His swordsmanship was inherited from Dongxian, but Shangguan Yuzhou was not bound by Dongxian's inheritance and had a tendency to develop his own swordsmanship.

This is why Kong Ju and the others stopped moving forward, because they didn't want Shangguan Yuzhou to miss this rare epiphany.

Kong Ju used his virtual vision to look at it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to look away and secretly exclaimed: "Senior Brother Shangguan is really a natural swordsman."

According to Huangfu Wuqin, this kind of epiphany is hard to come by, and even she has never encountered it.

At present, the only person in Cangwu Sect is Dongxian. When he was young, he had an epiphany in Qianchuan, where thousands of rivers converge, and created the beginning of Tianhe Sword Art in three days, which earned him the name of Tianhe Sword Immortal today.

There is also the "Snow Burial Record" passed down by the ancestor Xueying who sat in the snow mountain for three years.

Even Lei Zun's "Nine Thousand Thunders" was created when he was traveling in the Endless Sea and sitting in the sea of ​​thunder for several months.

The inheritance of our ancestors was all obtained through sudden enlightenment.

It is conceivable how important this opportunity is to Shangguan Yuzhou.

"As long as Senior Brother Shangguan can gain something, there's nothing wrong with waiting for a year." Kong Ju thought so and looked back into the cave.

Huangfu Wuqin pulled up a piece of white cloth in the cave, made it into a hammock, and slept soundly on it.

The witch cultivator who was captured by them from the Black Snake Tribe was hiding alone in a damp corner of the cave, looking around with vigilant eyes.

Her spiritual consciousness has been sealed by Kong Ju. As a witch practitioner who focuses on spiritual consciousness, she no longer poses any threat.

Therefore, no shackles were imposed on her.

The strange thing is that no matter whether the witch looked at Shangguan Yuzhou or Huangfu Wuqin, her eyes were full of resentment.

Only when he looked at Kong Jue, there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Obviously, it was the Jinming Soul Refining Technique that Kong Ju had activated when he sealed her consciousness before, and she figured out some of its uses.

But when Kong Ju looked at her, she looked away fearfully, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Speaking of which, the Jinming tribe is also one of the most powerful forces in Gujiang. The Jinming Spirit Refining Method is probably no secret to other tribes in Gujiang."

"This witch must have figured out the method I was practicing."

Kong Ju stretched out his palm and rubbed it on his chin, looking at the witch cultivator who took the initiative to look away, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Most of what I know about Gujiang comes from books, but I have never been able to communicate with the witches in Gujiang."

"I'll ask her about the current situation in Gujiang when I get a chance."

Kong Ju got a clue of chance from Xianyu Yanhe pointing to Gujiang, with a chance value of up to 15 points.

One can imagine how great the opportunity is for Gujiang.

If he can be in charge of life in the future, he will definitely go there.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Being able to understand the situation there in advance can also be considered as preparing for the future.

"But this witch is very stubborn. She won't respond to anyone who talks to her. I'm afraid she won't be easily convinced."

Thinking of this, Kong Ju felt a headache again.

Although compared with the other three regions, Gujiang seems like a group of uncivilized barbarians.

However, because they worship the idols of their respective tribal witches and gods, their faith is extremely firm and they are not afraid of death at all.

Kong Ju could only think of sending her to the Tianqi Dynasty to see if the Tianqi royal family could pry her mouth open.

While thinking, Kong Ju withdrew his gaze from her and closed his eyes amid the sound of the storm outside.

The Soul-Calming Bell had previously absorbed a wisp of black energy from the Black Snake Tribe's witch god statue, causing the witch god statue to completely shatter.

However, there is an additional pattern of a witch god on the soul-calming bell.

He hadn't had time to study it carefully along the way, but now that he had nothing to do, he could take a good look at it.

Of course, before closing his eyes, Kong Ju released Zihei, one of his two puppets, in order to prevent the witch cultivator from escaping.

Blocking the entrance to the cave, even if the witch wanted to escape, she didn't dare to move.

Kong Ju arranged the puppet refining and sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, but he was completely unaware.

The witch cultivator squatting in the corner of the cave, when she saw the purple-black puppet, her eyes changed. There was shock, but also a very subtle excitement that she suppressed.

His gaze shifted to Kong Ju’s sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a heavy rain outside, but the sea of ​​consciousness was silent and pitch black.

Except for the cloud-patterned stele sitting in the sea of ​​consciousness, surrounded by a chaotic aura.

There were only silver bells and Ge Xia's bloody soul floating around.

Ge Xia's soul was still lying in the corner of his sea of ​​consciousness.

When the Soul-Calming Bell didn't activate it, it didn't seem to have any consciousness at all.

Kong Ju was very relieved about this.

There is a cloud-patterned stele and a soul-calming bell in his sea of ​​consciousness, so even if Ge Xia comes in alive and kicking, he has to lie down.

Therefore, Kong Ju just took a glance and focused his attention on the soul-calming bell.

There was not a single flaw on the silver bell before.

Ever since it absorbed the aura of the witch god statue, a small witch god statue pattern has appeared.

The strange thing is that the pattern does not seem out of place at the moment, and it looks natural when printed on the soul-calming bell, as if it was supposed to be printed there.

"This Soul-Calming Bell can be used as the clan's magic weapon for the Gujiang Jinming Tribe. It must be more than just a soul-infusing weapon."

"It should involve other secrets."

"It's just that I'm not a direct descendant of the Xianyu family, so it's difficult for me to uncover the truth."

Kong Qi's consciousness stayed on the pattern of the witch god statue, and he fell into deep thought.

"Since there are some extra things in the silver bell, can I mobilize it?"

"Just like mobilizing Gexia's spirit?"

With this in mind, Kong Ju began to tentatively activate the Soul-Calming Bell.

As his spiritual consciousness surged, the Soul-Calming Bell immediately began to shake in his sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a series of crisp ringing sounds.

The image of the witch god on the soul-calming bell, along with the soul of Ge Xia floating in Kong Ju's sea of ​​consciousness, immediately responded to the sound of the soul-calming bell.

Black and red light burst out one after another.

Kong Jue can mobilize them with just a thought.

"It can be mobilized as expected!" Seeing this scene, Kong Ju felt relieved.

This time, Kong Ju did not disturb Ge Xia's soul, but used the power of the soul-calming bell to activate the pattern of the witch god statue.

Bang! Silver Bell's body burst into brilliant silver light.

Swish! A black evil aura suddenly burst out from the witch god statue pattern, and finally condensed into a black-skinned monster with eyes as big as buckets, protruding teeth, and a giant python on its body in Kong Ju's sea of ​​consciousness.

Its appearance is exactly the same as the pattern on the silver bell. (End of this chapter)