They traveled nearly 50,000 miles in half a day, and in less than half a day, they would reach the edge of the wilderness.

Seeing this speed, Kong Ju could not help but exclaim in amazement: "If Dapeng had been so fast that day, that old fellow Zhou Yufeng might not have been able to catch up with him."

"Zhou and Feng?" Han Honghua turned her head to look at Kong Ju. She arrived in Tianqi a step later than them, so she didn't know about the grudge between Kong Ju and the Zhuyin tribe. Shangguan Yuzhou was bored, so he cheered up and told Han Honghua about the various dangers they encountered in Tianqi.

"This story begins when we destroyed an altar of the Black Snake Tribe in the Great Wilderness..."

On the other side, Huangfu Wuqin, who had endured the whole journey after parting with the Crown Prince and Qingluan Qingfeng, took the opportunity when Shangguan Yuzhou was talking to approach Kong Ju and asked in a voice transmission, "What did the Crown Prince say to you?"

Huangfu Wuqin was extremely disgusted with the prince, and his tone was full of disdain.

Kong Ju understood why Huangfu Wuqin hated the prince. He laughed and said softly, "It's probably about Tianqi and Wudong. It has nothing to do with us youngsters."

"Hmph, I think it's not just this matter, he must have other bad things in his mind." Huangfu Wuqin snorted.

Kong Ju shrugged noncommittally: "Who cares? We have already left Tianqi, how can he eat us?"

There are five people on Dapeng's back, Kong Ju and Huangfu Wuqin are talking about the prince.

Shangguan Yuzhou was chatting with Han Honghua about the day and the wind.

Only Zaifu Qiaoqiao stood obediently behind Kong Ju, silently listening to the conversation between her master and Huangfu Wuqin.

Her eyes looked at Huangfu Wuqin from time to time, then moved from Huangfu Wuqin to Shangguan Yuzhou, and finally to Han Honghua.

There is no doubt that Huangfu Wuqin is very powerful. Apart from Kong Ju, Zaifu Qiaoqiao is most afraid of her.

Then there is Shangguan Yuzhou, the swordsman who was about to be defeated by Taiguang's self when he first entered the Ascension Wheel.

Now its strength is even more unfathomable.

Even though Zaifu Qiaoqiao had already reached the realm of Youjing, she felt that she might not be able to take even a single sword strike from Shangguan Yuzhou.

These are two of my son’s fellow disciples.

And there is also his son’s good friend, Han Honghua.

The blood of this woman is even hotter than that of the monster. Standing on the back of the big roc, she looks like a human-shaped ferocious beast.

"These people are all from Wudong." Zai Fu Qiaoqiao sighed silently in his heart.

She was about to follow Kong Ju to Wudong, a place she had never been to before.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

Especially after meeting so many masters in Wudong.

She didn't know whether she could gain a foothold in Wudong with her ability and be able to help her master.

Zai Fu Qiaoqiao was daydreaming.

Her eyes suddenly focused, and the spirit between her brows suddenly radiated a deep yellow glow.

The Gujiang witch cultivators mainly cultivate spiritual consciousness, so their perception is naturally much sharper than that of other cultivators.

She seemed to sense some terrible aura, and in this brief moment, her face suddenly changed drastically.

Without waiting for her to remind him.

A strange scene appeared.

The tattoo patterns outlined on her body began to spread out from her body uncontrollably.

Especially the colorful python pattern she majored in.

Now, as if it had come alive, it crawled from her chest to her neck, and finally lay on her cheek, close to her consciousness.

"Hiss!" The colorful giant python flickered its tongue, and its cold snake pupils stared at the consciousness between Zaifu Qiaoqiao's eyebrows.

He looked as if he could swallow her consciousness at any time.

This is the first time that such a situation has occurred to Zaifu Qiaoqiao since he took in the soul of the Cloud-Swallowing Python.

Even though she tried her best to control the Cloud-Swallowing Python.

The latter remained indifferent.

What made Zaifu Qiaoqiao even more desperate was that the soul of the Swallowing Cloud Python had already wrapped around her entire body.

Not only was she unable to move an inch, not even a word came out of her throat.

Just when Zai Fu Qiaoqiao's face looked as pale as death.

"Bang!" A brilliant golden light of divine consciousness suddenly bloomed from Zai Fu Qiaoqiao's vision.

The power of her spiritual consciousness turned into a ten-foot-long golden bell, which rang violently in front of her.

Dang!!! The melodious sound of the bell was mixed with fierce spiritual power, and instantly swept towards the Cloud Swallowing Python that bound Zaifu Qiaoqiao.

The moment the latter was hit by the golden bell of spiritual consciousness, he let out a painful scream and separated from Zai Fu Qiaoqiao's body.

And then he was suppressed by the Golden Bell.

Zaifu Qiaoqiao's body softened and she fell on Dapeng's back.

At the same time, a familiar young boy's voice rang in her ears: "Strange, why would your beast soul attack you?"

That spiritual golden bell was naturally cast by Kong Jue using the spiritual witchcraft recorded in "The Golden Bell of Spirit Refining".

After he broke through the Soul Transformation realm, his mind and soul became one, and he could perform many of the witchcraft spells recorded in the Jinming Soul Refining Method.

Not to mention the soul of a mere monster, all monsters below the Soul Transformation realm will be suppressed by this golden bell.

However, Kong Ju stared at the soul of the Cloud-Swallowing Python that was suppressed in the golden bell with confusion in his eyes.

He had never heard of a witch cultivator's beast soul attacking its master, so he asked Zai Fu Qiaoqiao.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of Huangfu Wuqin, Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua.

Under the gaze of the four people, Zaifu Qiaoqiao's face turned pale. She seemed to remember some horrible legend and murmured, "The method of witch cultivation is obtained from the witch god statue, and the witch god statues are all passed down from the witch god temple."

"Legend has it that the messengers in the Wushen Temple can easily control the beast souls engraved on the bodies of Wu Xiu."

"You mean, someone from the Witch God Temple is coming?" Kong Ju immediately became alert.

As he finished speaking, Huangfu Wuqin, Han Honghua and Shangguan Yuzhou all looked alert.

There are countless tribes in Gujiang, but the one that truly controls Gujiang is not the largest of the many tribes, the Jinming tribe.

But it is the Temple of the Witch God which possesses a transcendent status.

It is equivalent to the spokesperson of the witch god in the human world.

Whenever there was an oracle, it was delivered through the mouth of the Witch Temple.

The messengers coming out of the Witch God Temple are all extremely powerful.

At the same time when everyone was feeling uneasy about the three words "Witch God Temple", an evil and crazy voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

"Xian Yu Wenfeng!"

The sound rolled in from the distant sky and reached Kong Ju's ears, and his expression suddenly became wonderful.

He glanced at Zai Fu Qiaoqiao and roughly knew who was behind the incident.

The name Xianyu Wenfeng was originally something he made up, and he had only mentioned this name to one person, and that was the Holy Son of Gujiang.

This flamboyant and evil voice is also very recognizable.

There is no one else except the Holy Son of Gujiang.

Thinking of this, Kong Ju looked in the direction where the sound came from.

But I saw a black cloud on the horizon ahead, rapidly moving along the skyline.

Even from a long distance away, one could sense the evil and cold aura emanating from the dark clouds.

Kong Ju whispered the essence of heaven and earth represented by the black mist: "The essence of the dark and resentful corpse!"

This scene further confirmed that the person coming was the Holy Son of Gujiang.

The speeding clouds finally stopped fifty miles away from the void where Dapeng was standing.

Then the smoke faded away, revealing three figures.

The man in the center was surrounded by black mist, and on both sides stood two witches, a man and a woman.

The male witch carried a longbow on his back, and the female witch sat on a pitch-black goat.

Kong Ju's eyes swept calmly over the three people in front of him.

The person in the center is undoubtedly the Holy Son of Gujiang.

The witch cultivator carrying a longbow was also an old acquaintance of Kong Ju. He was one of the two cultivators who had mastered archery outside Bai Xiao's tomb.

After being ambushed by Kong Ju's Feng Tao Da Zang Xue, he fled in embarrassment.

Even though Kong Ju won easily at that time, this male witch cultivator was actually quite powerful.

As for the witch riding the black goat, she is naturally not a weakling either.

However, Kong Ju's cultivation has increased dramatically recently, and he does not take the two subordinates of Gujiang Saint seriously. Even Gujiang Saint may not be his opponent now.

So he behaved quite calmly.

But Huangfu Wuqin and others on Dapeng could not ignore the existence of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

The moment they saw the thick black fog, they all made solemn sounds.

"The Holy Son of Gujiang!"

Huangfu Wuqin snorted, her golden eyes were filled with a stern look, and thunder surged around her body, condensing into a thunder beast above her head.

Shangguan Yuzhou drew his sword.

The three of them were eyewitnesses of the battle in Chaodi Ancient City. The performance of the Holy Son of Gujiang in Chaodi Ancient City that day was extremely ferocious, so they were naturally ready for battle.

As for Zaifu Qiaoqiao, he was the one who showed the most fear among the few people.

The moment he saw the Holy Son of Gujiang, he collapsed on the back of Dapeng, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

The Holy Son of Gujiang has a natural deterrent effect on all witch practitioners in Gujiang.

Zaifu Qiaoqiao's fear of the Holy Son of Gujiang is engraved in his bones.

Compared with Kong Ju's side, they were on high alert.

The Holy Son of Gujiang, however, behaved calmly.

In the mist, the pair of crazy eyes looked at Dapeng's back, swept across the faces of Huangfu Wuqin, Shangguan Yuzhou, and Han Honghua, and when he caught a glimpse of Zaifu Qiaoqiao's terrified face, an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Kong Ju's eyes, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance of dozens of miles.

"Do you dare to come over and have a chat?" The creepy voice of the Holy Son of Gujiang echoed between heaven and earth.

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Kong Ju was still wondering what the purpose of the sudden appearance of the Holy Son of Gujiang was.

After hearing what he said, and considering that he had just called himself Xianyu Wenfeng, Kong Ju's eyes immediately showed a meaningful smile, and then he nodded slightly.

"Brother Kong Ju, don't go. There must be a trick!"

"Little Confucius, this guy has bad intentions, don't be bewitched by him!"

Just as Kong Ju was about to leave, Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua spoke out to stop him.

Han Honghua even stood in front of Kong Ju.

She didn't understand why Kong Ju, who was usually cautious and thought twice before doing anything, was so impulsive today.

On the contrary, Huangfu Wuqin was the calmest one.

Because she was the only one among the crowd who knew that Kong Ju had realized his supernatural powers.

"Before Kong Jue realized his magical powers, he could fight the Holy Son of Gujiang back and forth. Now this guy is definitely not Kong Jue's opponent."

Huangfu Wuqin was still judging the power gap between the two in his mind.

At the same time, he said to Han Honghua and Shangguan Yuzhou, "Let him go. Don't worry."

"This!" Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua wanted to say more.

Kong Ju had already bypassed Han Honghua and flew towards the Holy Son of Gujiang. During this process, he did not forget to turn around and give the two of them a faint smile, and slowly transmitted his voice: "Don't worry, I know my limits."

As he spoke, Kong Ju's figure flashed, and the Youxu body technique was activated. After a few flashes, he was in front of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

"You have courage!" Under the black fog, the Holy Son of Gujiang gave Kong Ju an admiring look.

Kong Ju raised his chin slightly and glanced at the ground below: "Let's go, don't we want to talk?"

"Okay!" The Holy Son of Gujiang took the initiative to leave the two witches and go with Kong Ju.

During this process, the Holy Son of Gujiang and Kong Ju were only ten feet apart.

At this distance, the dark and resentful corpse spirit entangled with the Holy Son of Gujiang could occasionally sweep across the corner of Kong Ju's clothes.

The side of his body that was close to the Saint of Gujiang felt cold and gave him goosebumps.

However, with the operation of the Frost Heaven Dao Foundation in his body, these discomforts soon disappeared.

Kong Ju didn't know whether the Holy Son of Gujiang had reached the Earth Level after absorbing the essence of the dark and resentful corpse.

Anyway, his Frost Sky Immortal Base is of the real Earth level, which can eliminate the influence of the Dark and Resentful Corpse Essence on himself.

At the same time, Kong Ju glanced at the young man who was entangled in the dark and resentful corpse spirit from time to time.

At this distance, Kong Ju was confident that he could use his magical power from the other shore to severely injure the Holy Son of Gujiang in an instant.

However, he had no obligation to help Tianqi deal with the Holy Son of Gujiang. Wudong had no grudges against Gujiang, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

The reason why he took action to resist the Holy Son of Gujiang in Chaodi Ancient City was also because of his promise to the Crown Prince and to allow the Crown Prince to concentrate on resisting the cultivators from other worlds.

Soon the two came to a secluded valley under the earth.

This place seems to be the location carefully selected by the Holy Son of Gujiang.

There is a temporary pavilion, and the seats in the pavilion are all made from freshly cut rocks.

The Holy Son of Gujiang strode and sat down on the other side of the stone seat.

Kong Ju was not polite either. He sat calmly at the other end and looked at the Holy Son of Gujiang from a distance.

At this time, the Holy Son of Gujiang also removed the dark and resentful corpse spirit that wrapped his whole body, revealing a young man's face covered with black tattoos.

His facial features were filled with tattoos, his entire face was pitch black, and the white of his scarlet eyes was particularly eye-catching.

This was the first time that Kong Ju saw the true appearance of the Saint of Gujiang. Judging from his outline, his real age was definitely no more than twenty years old.

Kong Qi couldn't help but exclaimed: "So young!"

It has been seven years since Kong Ju first walked out of Cangwu Sect and headed for Frost Moon Altar.

He has been practicing for more than ten years in total.

We are all twenty-four now.

And the Holy Son of Gujiang is so much younger than him.

"I thought it would take some time to talk, but I didn't expect you to be so decisive." The Saint of Gujiang picked up a pot of tea on the stone seat, filled it up for Kong Ju, and poured himself a cup as well.

"Aren't you afraid that I will set a trap to kill you here?"

The Holy Son of Gujiang smiled as he said this, his voice as defiant as ever.

Kong Ju didn't take it seriously and replied with a smile: "You are not afraid that I will suddenly attack and kill you, so why should I be afraid?"

There was already a strong smell of gunpowder in this sentence.

The hand of the Holy Son of Gujiang holding the teapot paused for a moment, stared at Kong Ju's handsome face for a moment, and then laughed: "You are much braver than the Crown Prince of Tianqi."

After saying this, the Holy Son of Gujiang drank the tea in the cup.

He looked at Kong Ju with provocation in his eyes.

"Brother Xianyu, don't you dare drink?"

Kong Ju glanced at the tea in front of him. As a third-rank alchemist, he could tell the difference between elixirs and poisons with just his eyes.

There is obviously no poison in this tea.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the Holy Son of Gujiang has a colorless and odorless poison that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and sense of smell.

For example, Shangshen Powder.

However, Kong Ju had no fear as the breeze blew away the moon.

He immediately picked up the teacup and took a sip casually.

At the end, he commented: "The tea is good, it doesn't seem to be from Tianqi."

Kong Ju's frank attitude made the Holy Son of Gujiang admire him even more. He immediately smiled and said, "The Wushen Temple's Ten Thousand Years Nourishing Tea is of great benefit to the soul. If you are not a distinguished guest, I would not be willing to use it to entertain you."

Sure enough, after drinking Kong Jue's tea, he clearly felt a cool force flowing through his limbs and bones into his dantian, and finally merging into his Frost Sky Immortal Base.

On the immortal foundation, the golden elixir glowed a little brighter.

The mark of the red spider lily on the golden elixir became clearer.

"This sip of tea is worth half a year of hard training!"

"The Wushen Temple actually has such a divine object."

This scene made Kong Ju's eyes bright, and he subconsciously looked at the teapot on the stone table.

He reached out and picked it up, wanting to pour himself another pot.

However, after shaking for a long time, there was not a drop of tea left in the pot.

This scene made the Saint of Gujiang twitch his face, and he immediately responded unhappily: "There is only one cup, I can't bear to have more."

"That's such a pity!" The disappointment on Kong Ju's face was visible to the naked eye.

After reluctantly putting down the teapot, he calmly looked at the Holy Son of Gujiang: "Thank you for your warm hospitality, Holy Son. I wonder why you invited me."

"Originally, I was in trouble, but after meeting the Black Snake Tribe's Zaifu Qiaoqiao, I'm fine now." The Holy Son of Gujiang fiddled with the teacup with his fingers and said slowly, "Zaifu Qiaoqiao is a hunting elder of the Black Snake Tribe. She looks like a member of the Black Snake Tribe, but her true identity is actually the second daughter of the lineage of Zaifu, the chief of the Man Yak Tribe."

"Zaifu's lineage is the brother of the current patriarch of the Jinming tribe, and he is under the command of Xianyu Zhaoye."

"Later, due to a dispute over succession, Xianyu Zhaoye was killed, Zaifu's lineage was also implicated, and the Man Yak tribe was massacred."

"According to tradition, the Man Yak tribe should be the son of Xianyu Zhaoye and a vassal of Xianyu Yanhe."

Having said that, a sinister smile appeared on the face of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

"According to the time, if Xianyu Yanhe hadn't achieved a breakthrough in Palm Life, he would have died of old age."

"And Zaifu Qiaoqiao was willing to betray the Black Snake Tribe in order to follow you."

"You should be the grandson of Xianyu Yanhe."

"I'm right, Xian Yu Wenfeng!"

Kong Ju looked at the person in front of him with a strange look, and saw the confidence revealed on the face of the Holy Son of Gujiang.

He nodded vaguely.

He silently said in his heart: "Even if I have a silver tongue, it can't compare to the imagination of this Gujiang Saint." (End of this chapter)