Even though he was cursing, Kong Ju was busy as he saw the gray fog spreading right before his eyes.

He slapped the wine jug at his waist.

Crash!

A large amount of clear water poured out from the mouth of the kettle, and then gathered at the broken place of the door.

Finally, just as the gray fog was about to rush into the room, it turned into a wall of freezing black ice.

"I don't know if I can stop it!" Standing five feet away from the door of the room, Kong Ju stared at the ice wall with his eyes fixed, feeling nervous.

Fortunately, after a few breaths, the gray fog showed no sign of spreading in, which allowed Kong Ju to breathe a sigh of relief.

In just a few short breaths, his back was already soaked.

He had even made preparations for the worst and released Xianyu Yanhe to deal with the unknown dangers in the gray fog.

His attention shifted to the other monks who entered the Xihuang Small Blessed Land.

Faced with the strange gray fog, any sane person would choose to temporarily hide away.

Or find a tree hole in the forest and seal the entrance.

It could be a cave, or like Kong Ju, someone who is lucky enough to find shelter.

In short, no one wants to be shrouded in the gray fog.

But there were also unlucky people who could not find a place to shelter when the gray fog came.

A monk with a white face and no beard, dressed like a scholar, dug a hole on the spot, hoping to avoid the gray fog.

Just as he was lying in the cave in silence, not daring to breathe.

Tap, tap, tap! He heard a series of light footsteps in the darkness, approaching from afar, and finally disappearing above the hole he had dug.

The disappearance of the sound made the monk dressed as a scholar hold his breath.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked above the cave. He vaguely saw a dark shadow lying at the entrance of the cave, as if observing him.

"Go to hell!" Anyone who dares to enter this small blessed land of Xihuang to grab the opportunity is a desperado.

The scholar-cultivator at the seventh level of Yanglun burst out with all his strength and delivered his strongest attack towards the figure.

A blazing wave of fire gushed out from the cave, and the flames rushed out of the ground for dozens of feet, completely engulfing the figure.

However, after two or three breaths, everything returned to silence.

Inside the cave, the figures of the scholar and monk had disappeared.

Only the cave that was burned by his fire magic was left, with a little heat rising from it.

The same scene is constantly being played out in the small blessed land of Xihuang.

Many monks disappeared into the fog the moment the gray fog spread over.

There were also some powerful monks who were resisting, but they were defeated in just two or three breaths.

This small blessed land in Xihuang fell into deathly silence as the gray fog spread.

The surviving monks hid in their own hiding places, silently waiting for the fog to dissipate.

Kong Ju is one of them.

After he sealed the door with black ice, he observed it for a long time. Only after he made sure that nothing could break in did he look away with relief.

"That was close!" With a sigh of relief, Kong Ju's tense body slowly relaxed.

Although no one knows what will happen after being swallowed by the gray fog, it is most likely not a good thing.

After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Kong Ju realized that the room was completely dark, without any light at all.

There was an eerie silence all around.

If Kong Ju did not have the power of spiritual awareness to observe his surroundings, he would probably be completely in the dark in this environment.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and take out the oil lamp from the Qiankun bag.

But the moment his hand pressed on the Qiankun Bag, his reason stopped his actions.

"What if there is something in the gray fog? Once the oil lamp is lit, wouldn't it be like walking into a trap?" Kong Ju pondered for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​taking out the light source for the sake of safety.

But just staying in this room with nothing to do is not a solution.

Especially now the situation is uncertain, you can hear a pin drop, and the room smells moldy.

Kong Ju always felt a little uneasy and had to do something to distract himself.

"It's impossible to practice. I don't have the courage to practice in this environment." After pondering for a while, Kong Ju thought of something and slapped the Qiankun Bag with his hand.

On the floor of the house where he was standing, two corpses, a demon and a man, appeared.

The corpse of the cultivator was the sword cultivator who had attacked him from above the giant pit. He was killed by Kong Ju and thrown into the Qiankun bag.

The monster was the one that was killed and thrown aside by Han Honghua, the Yanglun Nine-Realm Youxue Cockscomb Python.

It has been less than two hours since death, and it is still very fresh.

After taking it out from the Qiankun bag, the blood on the Youxue Cockscomb Python's head, which was half blown up by Han Honghua, had not yet completely solidified.

Looking at the corpse of the monster, Kong Ju's eyes showed a thoughtful look, as if he was making a decision.

The Hanyi Snow Worshiping Technique that he obtained from the inheritance place of the ancestor Xueyin was actually not complete.

Of course, the incompleteness here does not mean that the skills are incomplete, but that the Taoist magic he performed is not complete.

If you want to fully activate the magic of the Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique, you must not only master the complete guidelines, but the most important part is the "sacrifice".

Si means sacrifice.

It requires the flesh and blood of monsters to perform sacrificial rituals in order to draw upon the power of frost and snow between heaven and earth for blessing.

Similar to the ancient method of offering sacrifices to heaven.

But the object of sacrifice is not the ancestors, but the mysterious power of frost and snow.

Kong Ju always felt that this method of sacrificial offering was somewhat evil.

After all, in Wudong nowadays, very few cultivators do this.

Gujiang has quite a few traditions of this kind. It is said that every time a sacrificial ceremony is performed, there will always be some unpredictable situations, good or bad.

But if the sacrificial ritual is not performed, the power of the Cold Snow Sacrifice Technique will ultimately be somewhat weakened.

“Since Patriarch Xueyin included the Hanyi Snow Worship Technique in his inheritance, he shouldn’t cheat his successor, right?” Kong Ju thought silently, as if to cheer himself up.

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the complete version of the Hanyi Xueshu.

With just the current Hanyi Sixue Technique, Kong Ju can fight with Little Thunder Lord Qiao Tianyu, who is ranked 65th on the Hidden Dragon List, for dozens of rounds without losing the upper hand, without using the Moon Wheel Seal or the Guipo Ruicheng Halberd.

What is more attractive to Kong Ju than money? The answer is the improvement of strength.

"Ancestor Xueyin, may your great-grandfather bless me. I, your disciple from a different generation, am about to perform the sacrificial ceremony. Your spirit in heaven, please don't betray me." Kong Ju knelt directly on the ground, muttering to himself a bunch of irrelevant things.

Only then did he turn his attention to the corpse of the monster in front of him.

There are certain rules for performing the Hanyixue ritual.

The stronger the object of the sacrifice, the better the power blessing obtained by the Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique will naturally be.

This is also the reason why when Kong Ju saw the corpse of the Ninth Realm Monster, he did not take its blood first.

Instead, he thought of the Hanyi Snow Worship Technique.

Because the ninth realm is already the highest level of the Yanglun realm.

If this Youxue Cockscomb Python is sacrificed, the Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique will definitely be able to achieve the greatest improvement.

Having made the decision, Kong Ju acted with amazing determination.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

According to the snow worship process left by the ancestor Xueyin, he first took out a bowl, cut a bloody mark on his wrist, and then filled half of the bowl with his own blood.

The wound was hastily sealed temporarily with the power of ice and snow.

He squeezed out half a bowl of blood that was about to solidify from the monster's corpse and filled the remaining half bowl of space.

Let the demon blood merge with your own blood.

Then he cut off a lock of his hair, placed half in the bowl and left the other half hanging outside the bowl.

After doing all this, Kong Ju carefully placed the bowl filled with blood and hair on the corpse of the monster.

He muttered to himself:

"Once the feeling is descended, the eight changes will surely come. If you ask for something, it will be answered. If you have no virtue, no one will be close to you."

"Hold the offering in your hands, sacrifice blood to the heavens, and worship the Snow Spirit."

After saying that, Kong Ju formed seals with his hands and cast a series of spiritual spells at the blood bowl placed on the monster's body.

When the last seal falls.

Bang! The hair in the blood bowl started to burn on its own.

In Kong Ju's field of vision, the corpse of the Nine-Realm Nether Cave Cockscomb Python, which had died not long ago, shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood in the bowl also underwent changes just like the monster's corpse.

They are also drying up rapidly.

An indescribable rhythm spread throughout the room, and then disappeared into the void.

"Huh?" Kong Jue had a dull expression as he watched everything happening before his eyes.

He didn't feel any change in himself.

"Could it be that the step was wrong?" Kong Ju's mumbling voice was heard in the darkness.

On the other side, almost at the same time when Kong Ju completed the sacrifice, a frosty white beam of light descended from the long-sealed Frost Moon Altar at the edge of the realm where the Cangwu Sect was located.

Bang! The halo spread out, illuminating the Frost Moon Altar which was still in the ice and snow.

After a brief flash of light, it disappeared into the void, as if it had never happened.

On the other side, in the mysterious space, Yue Ning Bingzhi gently twisted her body and said in a childish voice, "For many years, no one in Wudong has offered sacrifices to the Snow Spirit."

"Yi Zi Twelve, can you feel which direction the sacrifice is coming from? Who is it? Is it someone from our Guanghan Palace?"

"Of course they are from our Guanghan Palace." Yi Zi Twelve's calm voice came out, and then it returned to silence.

The sight returns to the Xihuang Small Blessed Land, to the dark house where Kong Ju is.

Just as he was staring in amazement at the offerings being 'enjoyed' and was confused as he did not receive any blessing from the so-called Hanyi Xueshu sacrificial ritual.

A ray of light crossed the void, bloomed from the darkness, and projected into Kong Ju's body.

The next moment.

Buzz! The Cold Clothes Snow Sacrifice Technique activated automatically.

Covering the whole body of Kongjiao.

But this time it was very different from the Hanyi Xueshu he usually performed.

In the past, soft gauze would gently wrap Kong Jue's whole body.

This time, it was pieces of illusory scales, like close-fitting soft armor, wrapping it tightly from head to toe.

There are sharp scales sticking out between the ten fingers, emitting a cold luster.

The scales on the head formed a shape like a beast with its bloody mouth opened, showing a somewhat hideous look.

"It's done!" Feeling that the 'new clothes' technique was infinitely more powerful than the previous Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique, a smile spread across Kong Ju's face.

"Ancestor Xueyin never lied to me!"

As usual, when Taoism makes progress, one needs to find a place to test its power.

But Kong Qi's current situation obviously does not allow for that.

He followed the crystal clear ice wall and took a look at the situation outside. It was still shrouded in dark gray fog.

"I don't know when the gray fog will recede." Kong Ju thought with a headache.

He then retracted the successfully transformed Hanyi Sixue Technique and used his spiritual sense to look at the corpse of the Nine-Realm Demonic Python that he had sacrificed.

Originally, he was thinking that after the sacrifice, he would collect the blood from the demon python's corpse, and then take some materials that could be used to refine weapons from the demon python's corpse.

After all, a monster at the peak of Yanglun level has treasures all over its body.

Who would have thought that after the sacrifice, the python's corpse had completely lost its spirituality.

Its body was shriveled, and its flesh and blood had almost disappeared. Even the snake scales on the surface of the demon python, which could be made into magical weapons, had lost their luster.

Kong Ju stretched out his hand and gently patted the python's body.

Crash! The already shriveled body of the demon python collapsed to the ground as if it had been dried by the wind for decades.

"The method of sacrifice is really weird." Looking at the broken shells on the ground in front of him, a hint of fear flashed across Kong Ju's eyes.

Although his sacrifice this time was successful, it did not affect his perception that the act of sacrifice tends to be cautious.

Fortunately, this snow worship ceremony was personally tested by the ancestor Xueyin, so Kong Ju dared to perform it.

(End of this chapter)