The architectural style of the Wu clan humans in this area is also very different from that in other areas of the Xianyun Realm.

Most of them use wood as the main building material.

Therefore, compared with the other three regions and one sea in the Xianyun Realm, this area is like a primitive area, and the humans living here are like uncivilized primitive people.

Most of the clothes they wear are even made of animal skins.

Two years ago, Gujiang launched a massive attack on Tianqi, attempting to join forces with the cultivators of Cangming Realm to destroy the Tianqi Dynasty.

As a result, the rear was left empty, which was taken advantage of by Huangfu Ying, who rushed in with Wudong and Wujin Haizhangsheng, and fought back and forth in the land of Gujiang for half a month.

The battle dyed the land bloody, and the rivers in Gujiang were all dyed red, and did not return to clearness for several months.

Fortunately, Huangfu Ying is not a bloodthirsty person.

In that battle, almost all the witches in Gujiang were killed, and hundreds of altars were destroyed.

Therefore, there were actually not many casualties among the people of Gujiang.

This is a small tribe located deep in the mountains.

There are only a hundred primitive wooden houses made of wood and dry grass, covering an area of ​​less than two miles.

It is surrounded by wild jungle.

A tribe of this size cannot even be ranked among the thousands of tribes in Gujiang.

But the altar of this tribe happened to be on the path that Huangfu Ying took when he launched a surprise attack on the Witch Temple.

As a result, the tribe’s statues and altars were all destroyed and turned into ruins.

And now under the dilapidated altar.

A woman covered in yellow fur of an unknown beast, with her two children who were half a person's height, was carrying stones with difficulty and piling them on the altar, trying to repair the altar.

The Wu people who grew up in Gujiang grew up in a distorted sacrificial atmosphere.

Worshiping the gods of their own tribe has become an integral part of their lives.

In their minds, gods are high above.

Even if the sacrificial process requires the tribe's shamans to sacrifice their lives, they do not feel afraid, but instead feel it is an honor.

Even though Huangfu Ying and his group did not massacre the Wu people in that battle, they still hated from the bottom of their hearts those who destroyed their tribal statues and altars.

"Child, except for the land of Gujiang, all the people are our enemies. They refuse to accept the gods, refuse to worship the gods, and they always want to destroy our Gujiang."

"Anyone except our land is a blasphemer."

"When you grow up and are lucky enough to be blessed by the gods and become witches, you must seek revenge and redeem our Asuka tribe."

"Let those who dare to blaspheme pay with blood."

The woman who was carrying the stones had bloody marks on her shoulders from the hemp rope that was dragging the stones, but she still had a stern face and spoke to her two children in the native language of Gujiang.

The hatred contained in the words made the two children dare not disobey and they nodded one after another.

Just at this time.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Countless streams of light passed over the heads of the Bird Tribe.

Even though it passed over the Feiniao Tribe in the blink of an eye, the terrifying aura that remained in the air still made the entire Feiniao tribe's witches paralyzed.

Among them were the woman and two children who were carrying stones.

The woman was frightened by the breath and collapsed to the ground. She couldn't even move a finger, but there was still madness in her eyes.

She remembered that two years ago, it was this aura that did not belong to the Gujiang witches that came to the Feiniao tribe, destroyed their altar, and smashed their Feiniao god sculptures to pieces.

"They are coming again!" the woman thought sadly.

At the same time, in the sky not far from the Asuka tribe.

Kong Ju, who was rushing towards the Witch God Temple with a group of palm students, turned around and glanced in the direction of the Feiniao Tribe with a complicated expression in his eyes.

The conversation between the woman and the two children certainly did not escape his ears.

"It's hard to understand, right?" Huangfu Ying also left the crowd at this time and landed next to Kong Ju.

He also followed Kong Ju's gaze towards the Feiniao tribe and said in a cold voice: "Even if these witches were chosen and sacrificed to the gods they mentioned, they would not show the slightest hatred."

"But he showed his incomparable anger towards us for destroying the idol."

"They are more fanatical about worshipping gods than their own lives."

Kong Ju nodded slightly upon hearing this and said four words: "Don't blame them."

"I really don't blame them." Huangfu Ying smiled lightly and said in a gentle voice:

"The will of the witch god has influenced this land for thousands of years and has become a fanatical worship engraved in their souls."

"When I overthrow the Wu Temple and take over this land, these Wu people will realize what kind of life they lived before."

"When they start living like human beings, they will realize how dark the era ruled by the Witch God Temple was."

After saying that, Huangfu Ying twisted his body on the spot and chased after the team in front.

Kong Jue naturally followed closely behind.

He had already heard about Gujiang, the Temple of the Witch God, and the witch people of this land from his father-in-law Qiaoqiao.

"It's really the stupidity that has lasted for ten thousand years."

Kong Ju murmured to himself, feeling fortunate about the decision to attack the Witch God Temple.

He was not a kind-hearted person, nor was he a good man, but he still felt disgusted by this cruel and horrific way of ruling.

"The Witch God Temple deserves to die." Kong Ju thought silently.

White unknown stones are piled up into a mountain, forming the shape of an altar.

It is larger than any other mountain in Gujiang.

A staircase extends from the top of the altar to the ground, with no end in sight.

It crawled on the land of Gujiang, like a white beast, staring at the land with a fierce look.

At the top of the altar, a place that ordinary monks cannot step on in their lifetime, stands an ancient, huge palace made of piled stones.

The palace is surrounded by clouds.

The mist was like a veil that obscured the gaze of the powerful palm-born being, making it impossible to see clearly or explain.

It was evening at this time.

The fiery red setting sun shines on this white beast, dyeing its originally snow-white color into blood red, as if foreshadowing something.

Just when the setting sun was about to fall on the earth.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Countless streams of light came from all directions.

They were like meteors that streaked through the darkness, about to fall on the altar.

However, the moment they were about to touch the altar, they suddenly stopped.

In the darkness of mid-air, figures appeared one after another.

Boom boom boom!!! Continuous palm-generated pressure erupted from the bodies of the cultivators who were emitting spiritual brilliance.

The pressure created by dozens of palm masters gathered together caused the wind in this area to stop flowing, and the fog surrounding the palace seemed to be frozen.

These powerful people who are in charge of life are the ones who came to Gujiang from all over the Xianyun Realm to encircle and suppress the people in the Witch God Temple.

Kong Jue's party, who came from Wudong, was naturally also among these powerful people.

Kong Ju stood behind Huangfu Ying, and his pupils swept across the powerful palm-born beings standing in the sky one by one.

In this battle, seven or eight out of ten of the great masters from the Xianyun Realm came.

All the top masters from various domains who could come were present.

The soul at the peak of life is bright, like the moon surrounded by stars in the life.

Among them are Zen Master Kongwang of Yunmo, Emperor Kangren of Tianqi, Patriarch Wuyuan of the Endless Sea, and Ao Xin, the dragon son of the Dragon Palace.

Only Thunder Lord and the Demon King of the Coral Palace have not arrived.

Lei Zun is in seclusion to break through to Zaoxuan, while the Demon King of Coral Palace was still recuperating in Wudong because half of his body was shattered when he besieged the clone of Master Fei Shen in the Endless Sea, so he cannot go into battle.

Of course, Master Kongwang’s physical body was also shattered in that battle.

But Buddhism has its own method to reshape the body.

Today, Zen Master Kongwang is covered in golden light. No one knows what Buddhist teachings he used to condense a golden body with Buddha's light.

Kong Jue and Zhu Wei looked towards Zen Master Kong Wang and saw only golden light everywhere, as if there was no flesh and blood.

"I've heard that Buddhism can create golden bodies, but I didn't expect that there really is such a method." Kong Ju sighed softly.

After Zen Master Kongwang gave up his physical body, his strength became stronger than before.

Seeing this, Kong Ju silently withdrew his gaze and turned his eyes to Emperor Kang Ren of Tianqi.

He wore a Tongtian Crown, exuding a strong and majestic aura. He looked at the Witch God Temple below with a calm expression.

This time, all parts of the Xianyun Realm actively cooperated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Witch God Temple, entirely because they received guarantees from the Tianqi side.

They have the ability to suppress the strange magical treasure in the Witch God Temple.

"With the help of Tianqi Lingbao, even if only four people at the peak of Palm Life are present, it will be enough!"

"After all, most of the powerful people in Gujiang have been killed in the battle with Master."

Trying to use Zhu Wei's pupil to see through the fog covering the Witch God Temple.

Yet nothing could be seen.

Kong Ju's tiny pupils could already see through the elementary means of creating mystery.

But it is obvious that the layer of fog outside the Witch God Temple is not just a means of creating Xuan in the early stage.

Seeing this, Kong Ju had to retract his gaze, secretly shook his head and sighed: "Even if the evil immortal has been dead for ten thousand years, his strength is far higher than Zao Xuan."

What is strange is that during this process, Kong Jue was looking down on the overall situation.

The Xianyun Realm did not immediately launch an attack on the Witch God Temple.

The four top palm masters surrounded but did not attack, all with a leisurely look, waiting for something.

Since the top palm master didn't take any action, the other palm masters naturally shouldn't act rashly either.

During this process, the fog in the Witch God Temple solidified for a short time, and then began to stir again.

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It rolled even more rapidly.

The atmosphere in the air seemed to be affected by the fog of the Witch Temple and became solemn.

There was no sound of insects or birds between heaven and earth, not even the sound of the wind; there was an eerie silence.

"What are you waiting for!" Han Honghua rubbed her arm impatiently. After the palm strike, the blood in Han Honghua's body became even more terrifying.

Kong Ji was so close that he could feel the burning sensation on his body.

"Don't panic, Sister Hua. My master and the others must have made arrangements. We just need to wait." Kong Ju comforted her slowly.

Shangguan Yuzhou and Huangfu Wuqin both nodded in agreement.

Huangfu Wuqin, who was always fearless, even said, "The Wushen Temple is not simple. We should be cautious."

Suddenly, the candlelight in Kong Ju's eyes jumped, and he looked up at the sky above the altar area.

I saw that they were outside the encirclement formed by the powerful palm-born people from the Xianyun Realm.

Three great masters of life, led by a middle-aged man in a blue pleated skirt, were calmly watching the scene of the Xianyun Realm besieging the Witch God Temple.

Judging from their attire, they don't look like Gujiang witches, because most of the Gujiang witches wear animal skins, even the great masters of the Palm of Life.

The three of them, both men and women, were wearing long pleated skirts.

Kong Ju just felt that the long skirt looked familiar, and after a little recollection it seemed as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Xian Yuyanhe wears this kind of clothing. They are from the Jinming tribe!"

Kong Ju narrowed his eyes and roughly guessed the identities of these three masters.

After confirming the identities of the three people, Kong Ju's eyes looked at them differently, with a faint fire surging in his eyes.

With the help of pupil technique, he only felt that the souls of these three palm-born masters were more bizarre than ordinary palm-born masters, as if they were painted with ink and filled with haze.

The soul of one of them was surprisingly already at the peak of his life.

Kong Ju also practiced the Jinming Spirit Refining Method, but after coming into contact with some witch practitioners, he felt that the Gujiang practice method was weird, so he stopped practicing.

When the Jin Ming Soul Refining Technique is practiced to the extreme, a shadow as red as ink will indeed appear.

It may even affect the soul.

"The Soul-Calming Bell is the clan treasure that Xianyu Yanhe stole from the Jinming tribe."

"And the opportunity of Gujiang was guided by the Soul-Calming Bell."

"So there must be some intersection between me and the Jinming tribe."

While analyzing the clues of this opportunity in my mind.

Kong Ju squinted his eyes and looked at the three people.

The strange thing is that the three leaders of the Jinming tribe have been on the sidelines, and have no intention of helping the Wushen Temple. Instead, they have a feeling of sitting on the mountain and watching the fight between tigers.

"This is strange. Isn't the Jinming tribe under the control of the Wushen Temple?"

"Aren't they afraid that after the Witch God Temple is destroyed, their Jinming tribe will be the next to fall?"

Kong Ju was confused.

What made him feel most incredible was that the four peak masters from the Xianyun Realm, including his own master Huangfu Ying, all looked as if they had not noticed the three masters from the Jinming Tribe.

They didn't hide it deliberately.

The more Kong Ju thought about it, the more puzzled he found it. At this time, Huangfu Ying suddenly turned around, glanced at his disciple, and said in a gentle tone: "Don't pay attention to those three people. In a sense, they are our allies."

"ally?!"

"Jin Ming's tribe rebelled?"

Kong Ju's expression suddenly became strange.

In the Gu Territory ruled by the Wushen Temple, there would be allies from the Xianyun Realm? No matter how unbelievable he was, the fact was right in front of him.

At the same time Huangfu Ying's words fell.

In this world of silence.

Kong Ju only felt his eyes flicker slightly, and saw a golden beam of light suddenly flashing in the clouds above the Witch God Temple.

The beam of light was like a golden sword, slashing down from the top of the sky, piercing through the surrounding darkness, and heading straight to the top of the altar, into the fog where the Witch God Temple was located.

The ultimate golden beam of light contains power that surpasses that of palm life.

The mist surrounding the Witch God Temple melted away instantly the moment it came into contact with the golden light.

Kong Ju immediately followed the direction of the golden light column and saw the source of the golden light.

I saw a graceful young man wearing a robe with a five-clawed dragon pattern and with an upright posture, hiding behind the clouds.

In his hand, he held a palm-sized, ancient stone mirror.

The beam of light that hit the Witch God Temple burst out from the stone mirror.

The identity of the young man was naturally Prince Tianqi, Bai Yuanqi.

It seemed that he felt Kong Ju's gaze.

The prince's golden eyes also looked over and he nodded slightly at him.

"So they are waiting for Bai Yuanqi to take action." When Kong Ju saw Bai Yuanqi, he immediately understood what everyone was waiting for.

The magic weapon in Bai Yuanqi's hand was obviously no ordinary item, at least it was a quasi-immortal weapon level.

As Kong Jue and Zhu Weizhi looked, the will in the ancient stone mirror seemed to awaken and spread to the void where Kong Jue was.

Fortunately, the will in the stone mirror had no ill will towards Kong Jue. It withdrew its will after just one glance.

"As expected of Tianqi, this background is truly terrifying!"

Including the scroll of gold and jade, there are two quasi-immortal artifacts that have surfaced in Tianqi.

At the same time, Kong Jue could see clearly the cultivation level of Bai Yuanqi, the Crown Prince of Tianqi.

"Late stage of palm life." Bai Yuanqi's cultivation has always been one step ahead of Kong Ju.

His soul is also extremely extraordinary. Thanks to the blessing of Da Geng's essence, Bai Yuanqi's soul is sharper than magic weapons.

When Kong Jue and Zhu Wei looked at it, it was as if they saw a very evil weapon, and there was a slight stinging feeling in their eyes.

This is the peak earth-level soul: Eightfold Gold It is only one step away from the heaven-level soul.

"The prince can now rival the peak masters." Kong Ju gave Bai Yuanqi a very high evaluation.

On the other side, Bai Yuanqi attacked with the stone mirror magic weapon.

The Witch God Temple, which had been hidden in the clouds, finally revealed its full appearance.

Kong Ju withdrew his gaze from Bai Yuanqi and turned to look at the Witch God Temple.

The palace was shaped like the head of some monster and was hideous and ferocious.

Placed on top of this towering altar, it looks like the head of this white beast.

As the golden light faded away, the Witch God Temple also responded.

At the entrance of the Witch Temple, a group of figures rushed out, at least thirty people.

They stood outside the gate of the temple.

As if in response to the pressure from the great Palm-Born Master from the Xianyun Realm, the bodies of those figures also surged with the pressure of the great Palm-Born Master.

The pressure from both sides collided above the altar sky, causing the situation in that part of the sky to change suddenly.

"A total of thirty powerful palm-life masters! The Temple of the Witch God actually has such a strong foundation." The powerful palm-life masters from the Xianyun Realm exclaimed in surprise.

No one expected that there would be such a deep background in the Temple of the Witch God.

The palm student from Wudong was more unbelievable than the other palm students.

Especially the several palm masters from the Cangwu sect where Kong Ju was, their eyes shrank uncontrollably the moment they saw the thirty powerful palm masters.

The candlelight in Kong Ju's eyes began to flicker under the influence of his emotions. He parted his teeth and spat out three words: "Starry Sky Robe!"

That’s right, starry sky robes. Each of the thirty beings that walked out of the Witch God Temple was wearing a starry sky robe.

The people who attacked Yu Xianqi, wiped out Xihuang Fudi, and attacked Kong Ju and others in the starry sky altar space of Qinghu Fudi were wearing the same clothes. (End of this chapter)