Kong Ju calmed himself down and glanced at the body of the swordsman lying next to the remains of the demon python.

He was directly pushed into the huge pit on the cliff in front of him, and was hit by Lian Kui's dozens of punches in a row, causing most of his bones to be broken.

Fortunately, his limbs are intact, which does not affect Kong Jue's use of him to refine puppets.

It just so happened that Kong Ju's previous puppet Xiling had been damaged by Qiao Tianyu, and now he had some time, so he might as well refine a new puppet.

Just do it.

Kong Ju, who already had experience in the method of refining puppets, was quite familiar with it.

First, he spent some time refining the medicinal materials needed for puppet refining, and then poured them on the body of the swordsman.

He then took out the blood of the poisonous Takimichi crocodile that he had killed in the swamp, and used the seal of the divine puppet refining technique to refine the blood of the monster.

The monster blood essence this time was collected from the eighth-level monster of Yanglun, which is much higher than the seventh-level monster blood essence used by Xiling in Liankui before.

Therefore, a lot of effort was spent in the refining process.

It took nearly an hour to completely refine the jar of demon blood essence.

Under Kong Qi's guidance, the blood essence flowed towards the sword cultivator's seven orifices.

Crack! Crack! As the blood essence was absorbed, the sword cultivator's body, which had dozens of broken bones, immediately made a crackling sound, similar to the sound of frying beans.

The broken bones, nourished by the demon's blood, pieced themselves together.

"At this stage of puppet refining, it is basically halfway done."

Kong Ju wiped the sweat from his forehead, cheered himself up, and started the last step of refining.

The golden bean of divine consciousness shone brightly on Kong Jue's eyebrow, and continuously imprinted golden lines on Lian Kui's abdomen.

It took another full hour to complete the formation.

Kong Ju's spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Kong Ju, whose face was as pale as paper, forced himself to stand up from where he was sitting cross-legged and input his spiritual power into the formation on the abdomen of the puppet.

After doing all this, the puppet is truly refined.

All that’s left is for it to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own, and when it reaches saturation, it can take action.

"Once I have practiced the Jinming Soul Refining Technique to the fourth level, the efficiency should be much higher. I won't have to make myself so tired every time," a tired voice sounded in the darkness. Kong Ju sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate to recover his consumed spiritual power and spiritual power.

With the help of the silver fragments, Kong Ju recovered quite quickly.

But time slowly passed as Kong Jue recovered.

I don’t know how long it took until Kong Ju fully recovered and opened his eyes in the darkness.

The puppet had stood up from the ground at some point and was standing silently beside Kong Ju.

After undergoing the baptism of the puppet refining method, the physique of this puppet is obviously much stronger than when he was alive.

His body, which was originally a little hunched due to his old age, is now straight, with plump skin and a faint luster.

Compared with Xiling puppet refining, this set of puppet refining is obviously much stronger.

After all, Xiling only used the blood of the seventh-level monster, while this puppet was refined using the blood essence of the eighth-level poisonous Takimizori crocodile of Yanglun.

After checking the status of the puppet refining, Kong Ju's face showed joy and he casually gave him a name.

"Let's call you Xiling No. 2."

Sacrifice and puppet refining, two extremely time-consuming tasks, were completed at the same time during the time Kong Ju was trapped in this old house.

At this time, the sky outside seemed to gradually brighten.

Kong Ju looked outside along the black ice wall blocking the gate, and could vaguely see a hint of pale sky on the horizon shrouded in gray fog.

I think it won’t be long before the sun rises.

But even at this time, the gray fog covering the outside of the house still showed no sign of dissipating.

This made Kong Qi frown.

“That’s not good news.”

Kong Ju was just considering whether he should continue to wait where he was, or wait until the sun rises outside and then send Xiling No. 2 out to investigate the situation.

Kong Ju's eyes suddenly bulged, as if he saw something.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared behind the black ice wall without any warning.

With the help of the crystal clear body of the black ice, Kong Ju could vaguely judge that the outline of the figure should be a human.

"A human monk appeared in the gray fog." This made Kong Ju's mood suddenly sink. This small blessed land in Xiling revealed something weird everywhere.

How could Kong Ju not think positively about the sudden appearance of the figure?

Just as he was about to speak and try to communicate with the figure standing behind the black ice wall.

"Snap!" There was a crisp sound.

Kong Ju kept staring at the inside of the black ice wall and saw a pale, dull male face with dead eyes.

He pressed his face hard against the ice wall, as if trying to squeeze in.

Kong Ju's black ice wall, which was blessed by the essence of frost and snow, was actually forced to crack by his face.

That was an ice wall condensed from Kong Ju's spiritual power. It would take a lot of effort for an ordinary cultivator at the eighth level of Yanglun to break it.

This man almost crushed it with just his face.

Kong Ju had already taken out his bronze halberd. He looked at the man who was trying to enter the house and warned him in a low voice, "Daoyou, if you take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude."

The man didn't seem to pay attention to Kong Jue's meaning, and continued to slowly move his face deeper into the ice wall.

Crack! The ice surface gradually cracked under the strange pressure, and a hole appeared, which was about to appear inside the house.

The sun rises.

A ray of morning light suddenly spread from the sky to the courtyard.

The man who tried to enter the house, the moment the light shone on his body, his entire body gradually became transparent.

Together with the heavy gray fog outside, it dissipated from Kong Qi's sight, as if it had never appeared.

With the help of the light, Kong Jue saw the man's full appearance at the moment he disappeared.

He is in his thirties, and is wearing a red-yellow robe embroidered with ancient ornaments, which makes him look very old.

A skylark pattern is embroidered on the cuffs.

It undoubtedly highlights his identity.

He is a disciple of Xihuang Small Blessed Land whose inheritance has been cut off.

Bang! The ice wall that had stood at the door all night collapsed along the location where the Xihuang Small Blessed Land disciple squeezed and destroyed it.

Broken ice was scattered all over the ground.

The warm morning light shone into the house through the door, bringing some warmth to Kong Jue.

But his heart was cold and his eyes were still fixed on the place where the man disappeared.

The place was already filled with the golden morning light.

"This small blessed land of Xihuang has been sealed for at least thousands of years. No cultivator can resist the erosion of time for such a long time."

"The Fudi disciple who just appeared outside the door cannot possibly be alive."

Kong Ju recalled the thrilling scene with lingering fear.

He was sure that if he was allowed into the room, something terrible would happen.

Even if he had the help of Xianyu Yanhe's Dharma body, he might not be able to escape unscathed.

"What the hell is this!" Kong Jue's throat rolled slightly and he swallowed.

Even though he had the experience of the powerful Ge Xia, he was unable to find any knowledge from those memories that matched that of the disciples of the blessed land.

In Kong Ju's plan, the most dangerous ones are the cultivators from Wudong who came with him to this small blessed land of Xihuang to compete for opportunities.

But after experiencing what happened just now.

Kong Ju felt that even the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon List were nothing compared to the real dangers of this small blessed land.

"This blessed land disappeared from Wudong for thousands of years. What happened in the first place?"

"Why am I seeing people from thousands of years ago?"

"Are the changes here the direct cause of the destruction of the blessed land? Or are the strange phenomena here born after the destruction of the blessed land?"

A series of questions popped up in Kong Qi's mind uncontrollably.

He felt that this small blessed land of Xihuang had too many secrets.

Moreover, the changes that happened here were far beyond his expectations.

This undoubtedly makes the road ahead more dangerous and full of uncertainty.

"I was originally thinking that after I went to Luoxia Valley, I would go to the mountain gate of the blessed land to see if I could get any benefits."

"After all, this is not a place to stay for long."

Kong Ji's greatest advantage is his ability to judge the situation.

Know when you should be greedy and when you should retreat.

The longer you stay in this hellhole, the more uncertain dangers you'll encounter. You won't even know how you died.

"Two things are certain."

"That half-human, half-ghost monk from the blessed land can only appear in the gray fog."

"And the gray fog will not permeate into the buildings of this small blessed land. Next time we encounter gray fog, we must find a similar place to hide."

"Another point is that gray fog is afraid of sunlight."

"So I try to move during the day."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Based on the experience that night, I quickly summarized several rules to save my life.

When Kong Ju thought of this, he knew he could not delay any longer.

Because he was still some distance away from Luoxia Valley.

"I must reach Sunset Valley before sunset."

With this thought in mind, Kong Ju put away the puppet and walked out of the courtyard where he had been hiding for the night.

I looked back at the location here and silently memorized it in my mind so that if I encountered similar danger in the future, I would have a place to hide.

After doing all this, Kong Ju mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, turned into a residual shadow and rushed towards the northwest.

He had to speed up.

Luoxia Valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The peaks in the middle are higher, while those at both ends are slightly lower.

From a distance, it looked like a person opened his arms and embraced the valley.

The mouth of the valley opens to the west, which is exactly the direction where the sunset sets.

In the center of Luoxia Valley, a tall altar was built, just like the Frost Moon Altar.

The white and flawless jade stairs extend from the valley entrance all the way to the altar.

Unlike the altar at Frost Moon Altar, the altar at Sunset Cloud Valley does not have solid bricks and tiles underneath.

Instead, it was a large pool of water emitting a red-gold color.

Only a staircase leading to the center of the altar was left, and the rest was filled with pool water emitting dazzling shimmering light.

At this time, it was evening in the small blessed land.

The sun sets in the west.

The afterglow shone on the pool of water under the altar, reflecting an even more dazzling red-gold light.

The dreamy luster makes the valley surrounded by mountains on three sides look like a dream.

Being in it, there is a trance feeling that is detached from reality.

Outside Luoxia Valley, a young man was running rapidly from the horizon.

Wherever it passed, it raised clouds of dust on the land of Xihuang.

While running, Kong Ju looked back at the setting sun which was almost halfway below the horizon.

There was obvious anxiety in his eyes.

He had been traveling for a whole day, and this small blessed land of Xihuang was unbelievably large.

Along the way, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, for fear that he would not be able to reach Luoxia Valley before the sun set.

But fortunately, the Luoxia Valley is already within reach.

Kong Ju knew he had caught up.

About a cup of tea later.

The moment before the last ray of sunlight disappears from the earth.

Kong Ju's feet also landed on the stairs leading to the altar of Luoxia Valley.

He looked back and saw that the land behind him had fallen into darkness.

Countless creepy gray fogs are slowly rising from the ground.

The gray fog and the sun are clearly distinguished, one controls the day and the other dominates the night.

As the gray fog spread, the small blessed land of Xihuang, which looked like a fairyland during the day, became as terrifying as purgatory at night.

"Huff, huff!" Kong Ju stood on the stairs, breathing heavily, his face covered in dust and his lips were cracked from not having a sip of water after walking for a long time.

"This blessed land is too big. If I didn't have enough strength, I would have lost my life here."

Complaining about the size of the blessed land, Kong Ju picked up the wine jug and took a few gulps of the spring water, which restored the vitality to his throat that was about to crack.

He then raised his head and followed the stairs up to see the standing altar of Sunset Valley.

When the outside world was swallowed by darkness, only this place was still shrouded in red-gold light.

The pool water under the altar shines like a setting sun in the dark night, embellishing the three peaks surrounding the valley.

The light even shines through the clouds and onto the sky.

This undoubtedly gave Kong Jue some sense of security, because where there was sunset, that kind of gray fog would not be able to spread in.

"At least we don't have to worry about that kind of weird stuff coming in last night."

Kong Ju calmed himself down and climbed up the stairs.

His main purpose of coming to this small blessed land of Xihuang was to see the Xihuang Sunset in the Luoxia Valley.

However, when he actually walked up to the altar and looked at the scene in front of him, the hope in his heart was ruthlessly shattered by what he saw.

The white jade altar that was as tall as the mountain was not what he had imagined.

A shocking crack extended from the top of the altar to the bottom of the altar.

That ruthless scar almost split the entire towering altar in two.

On top of the altar, there were huge bird and animal corpses lined up.

A long spear wrapped in black lightning was inserted into the head of the corpse.

Endless years have passed, and the power carried by the spear has not dissipated. The black thunder continues to corrode the skulls of birds and beasts.

The bones that should have been white and pure were corroded and turned into dark black bones.

The position where the spear was fixed was exactly the starting point of the crack of the altar.

The moment Kong Ju stepped onto the altar.

He felt the creepy aura emanating from the spear.

The black thunder seemed to be able to destroy all vitality of time.

Even if they are far away.

Violence, anger and countless negative emotions grew uncontrollably in Kong Ju's heart the moment his gaze fixed on the spear.

He was actually able to have his mind affected by a weapon.

"Huh!" Kong Ju took a deep breath, forcing his restless heart to calm down.

The scene before him made him feel as if he had come into contact with an incredible secret.

Even though this bird is dead, its proud posture still retains some of the pressure from its presence.

Just one glance was enough to fill Kong Ju with awe.

Its identity is already clear.

Isn't it the Skylark, the guardian beast of the Xihuang Small Blessed Land, as recorded in the books? The Palm-Born Demon King, who is highly praised in ancient books.

The small blessed land of Xihuang is proud of it, and even embroiders it on the sect’s uniforms and prints it on waist badges.

According to legend, he has phoenix blood in his body, and is very likely to enter the next great realm after life.

He was pinned to death on the altar by the spear.

In a trance, Kong Ju seemed to be able to imagine the scene of that day, with a long spear breaking through the air.

Deng Yunlark soared up and tried to intercept it.

However, he was pierced by a spear and died on the altar, and the altar under him was destroyed along with it.

At the same time, it also destroyed the lifeline of Xihuang Blessed Land, the place that gave birth to Xihuang Sunset.

(End of this chapter)