"Let me see the power of this top-grade quasi-immortal weapon!"

Just when he was about to ponder the magical power of the Soul-Calming Bell, which had returned to being a quasi-immortal weapon.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the words on the cloud pattern stele began to change.

'Successfully subdue the Soul-Suppressing Bell Spirit, gain chance value +10'

With the added bonus of ten points of chance value, the third-class luck emitting brilliant golden light above Kong Ju's head began to surge again.

Just like the situation in Xihuang Paradise before.

The third-class luck cloud only boiled for a while and then there was no movement.

It seemed that the addition of ten points of chance value did not bring any substantial improvement to Kong Ju's luck.

At least that's what it looks like to the naked eye.

But Kong Ju has now been able to initially master the Cloud Pattern Stele. When he looked at his own luck, he could vaguely feel that something seemed to have appeared inside his third-class luck cloud.

He was certain that something had been born from his destiny.

As for what that thing was, Kong Ju couldn't see it.

"Never mind, improving luck is always a good thing." Kong Ju murmured without delving into it too much.

As his mind moved, the cloud of luck above his head disappeared.

On the other side, the cloud pattern stele twisted again, revealing new clues to opportunities.

'Kill the remnant of the evil immortal and gain +30 chance points'

Every clue to chance is closely connected to each other, and behind every clue to chance there may be a bigger clue to chance.

Kong Ju, who had mastered the Cloud Pattern Stele for many years, had already figured out the rules behind this.

But when he saw the new clues of opportunity, which actually pointed directly to the remnant of the evil immortal who had just escaped from the Witch God Temple, his body stiffened uncontrollably.

"Are you kidding me? That's the regret of an immortal."

Looking at the words on the cloud pattern stele, Kong Ju felt a bit overwhelmed.

Obviously, as Kong Ju's cultivation level increased, the level of opportunity clues became higher and higher.

From the initial stage of nurturing the wheel, to raising the wheel, to controlling life, to creating mystery, he finally reached the level of an immortal.

Even though Kong Ju was mentally prepared for this.

But when he was actually faced with the problem of having to deal with the regret of an immortal, he still felt a little headache.

This was beyond what he could bear.

He even wanted to ignore it.

"I don't want to die!" Kong Ju muttered.

However, looking at the huge chance value of thirty points, Kong Ju couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

The value of chance determines how precious the opportunity is.

The chance value is thirty points, but it is a chance clue that Kong Ju has never obtained before.

Kong Ju hesitated for a while between greed and rationality, and finally chose a compromise.

"Leave it there for now."

It is absolutely impossible to deal with the remnant of the evil immortal in the realm of life.

Looking back at what happened in front of the Witch God Temple, the evil immortal's methods, just the will he exuded, were enough to turn dozens of the Xianyun Realm's powerful people into lambs to be slaughtered.

It is conceivable that Zhang Sheng is not even an ant in front of the remnant of the evil immortal.

Only after creating Xuan will there be a chance.

However, the road to creating Xuan is so difficult, so it can only be put aside for the time being.

“However, since the Cloud Patterned Monument gave clues about the opportunity to kill the remnant of the evil immortal, does it mean that Master Wangsheng was unsuccessful in hunting down the remnant of the evil immortal this time?”

Kong Ju placed his palm on his chin and rubbed it gently, with a flash of regret in his eyes.

“What a pity!”

The powerful beings from the Xianyun Realm who took part in the battle this time were all waiting for Master Wangsheng to bring back the news about the remnant of the evil immortal being killed.

Including Kong Ju, they also hoped that the immortal who had passed away could eradicate this scourge.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

"It has been proven that even if only the remnants of immortals are left, they are not so easy to kill."

With a sigh, Kong Ju calmly withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

At this time, the old woman from the Jinming tribe had already approached.

In her opinion, Kong Ju was silent for only a breath or two, probably trying to study the mystery of the Soul-Calming Bell.

Now that the Soul-Calming Bell has been subdued, the matter is done and the old woman no longer has any other evil thoughts.

Instead, he moved closer to Kong Ju and gave him a few sincere congratulations.

Kong Qi responded politely.

Then the old woman pointed to the hundreds of statues lined up in the Wushen Temple and said meaningfully: "My friend Kong Ju, since the Soul-Calming Bell has recognized you as its master, please completely eliminate the disaster that has come to this Wushen Temple."

Others may not be able to hear the deeper meaning in the old woman's words, but Kong Ju, as the owner of the Soul-Calming Bell, clearly understands what she means.

The Soul-Calming Bell is a natural nemesis of ghosts and spirits.

The hundreds of statues lined up in this Witch God Temple contain the souls of the deceased witch practitioners from Gujiang.

Because he practiced the skills of the Witch God Temple, he was corrupted by the will of the evil immortal and turned into a monster.

This is also the source of the idols worshipped by many tribes in Gujiang.

The witch god relied on this method to rule Gujiang for thousands of years.

If one wants to eradicate the influence that the witch gods have brought to this land, it is impossible for these statues to continue to exist.

Zen Master Kongwang of Xiao Leiyin Temple had said something similar before.

And it would be perfect for Kong Ju to do this job.

Kong Ju naturally had no reason to refuse.

After nodding slightly, he pointed his finger at his forehead without hesitation.

With the flicker of golden light, the Soul-Calming Bell slowly flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness and hovered gently above his palm.

The oppressive feeling of the top-grade quasi-immortal weapon affected the surrounding environment, causing the space around Kong Ju to slightly distort.

The old woman even took a few steps back in fear, fearing that she would be affected by the power of the Soul-Calming Bell.

"This is my first quasi-immortal weapon." Kong Ju was very satisfied with the performance of the Soul-Calming Bell. After muttering something to himself, he activated his Ji Yue soul without hesitation, and poured the power of his soul into the Soul-Calming Bell.

"Show me what you can do."

As soon as the words fell.

Buzz! The soul-calming bell floated up from Kong Ju's palm and floated in the air three feet above his head.

A huge spiritual fluctuation instantly shook from the small body of the Soul-Suppressing Bell and turned into ripples, enveloping the entire Witch God Temple.

Inside the temple, hundreds of statues lined up began to tremble the moment the power of the Soul-Calming Bell came over them.

Hundreds of statues shook at the same time, causing the Witch God Temple and the altar that supported the Witch God Temple to begin shaking violently.

Roar, roar, roar!!! Immediately afterwards, Kong Jue heard the endless roars of ghosts and gods.

Some of them were venting their anger, some were howling, and some were even muttering.

Those were the sounds made by the monster sealed in the statue.

In their lifetime, they were all witches at the level of Palm of Life. The sound waves they emitted together formed a strange force, which shocked the old woman not far from Kong Ju and made her retreat repeatedly. She had to activate her spiritual power to protect herself.

This condensed power, just the sound itself, is enough to pose a threat to those at the peak of their powers.

It was conceivable that if they attacked together, Zao Xuan's spirit would be torn to pieces on the spot.

However, when those sounds reached Kong Ju, they were easily dissipated by the soul-calming bell hanging above his head and did not affect him at all.

Then the Soul-Calming Bell began to work.

It seemed to sense that it was being provoked.

The beings in these statues actually attacked their masters right in front of them.

A powerful will awakened from the soul-calming bell, and it stared coldly at the hundreds of statues in the Witch God Temple.

The next moment.

Huh! The atmosphere in the Wushen Temple was surging.

The irresistible force spread out towards the hundreds of statues on the scene, centered on the Soul-Calming Bell.

The roaring monsters inside the statue were pulled out one by one under Kong Ju's gaze.

They have various appearances, most of them have no human form, nor do they have human intentions, but some have a bloodthirsty will to kill.

However, under the suppression of the Soul-Calming Bell, they were unable to put up the slightest resistance, and many monsters even wanted to take this opportunity to escape from the Witch God Temple.

Among them were eight monsters that exuded the aura of peak power, and they struggled particularly fiercely.

But everything is in vain in front of the Soul-Calming Bell.

One by one, the monsters were drawn in by the Soul-Suppressing Bell and were submerged into the bell's main body.

In less than half a cup of tea, hundreds of monsters were all suppressed by the Soul-Soothing Bell.

Kong Ju witnessed the entire process of the Soul-Suppressing Bell suppressing all demons, and looked at the palm-sized Soul-Suppressing Bell with a smile.

After suppressing hundreds of palm-born monsters, the Soul-Suppressing Bell did not change at all.

It was as if it was just a trivial thing to it.

"It is indeed a top-grade quasi-immortal weapon."

After this battle, Kong Ju was able to get a glimpse of the power of the top-grade quasi-immortal weapon.

If hundreds of palm-born monsters were released, the Xianyun Realm would be turned upside down.

Not to mention that there are eight peak-level monsters among them.

"With this Soul-Calming Bell, I may be able to fight against Zaoxuan's clone." Kong Ju inferred.

He did not dare to say that he would fight with Master Zaoxuan because he knew his own limitations.

It is true that the Soul-Calming Bell is a top-grade quasi-immortal weapon, and it is definitely capable of threatening Master Zao Xuan.

But due to his low level of cultivation, he is unable to unleash its power.

"When I reach the peak of my life and hold the Soul-Suppressing Bell, I can fight against Zao Xuan."

After collecting the monster in the statue of the Witch Temple, the mission of the Soul-Calming Bell was also completed. Kong Ju thought about it and put it back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was almost the moment when the Soul-Calming Bell sank into Kong Ju's brow.

Bang, bang, bang! In the Wu God Temple, there were continuous explosions.

Hundreds of statues that were suppressed by the soul-calming bells collapsed and turned into a pile of yellow earth because they no longer had the support of those monsters.

The smoke and dust rushed towards Kong Ju, but were blocked by his spiritual power and could not touch his clothes at all.

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Kong Ju whispered in the dust: "From now on, the Wushen Temple is completely wiped out from Gujiang."

As for the hundreds of monsters suppressed by the Soul-Suppressing Bell, they have not completely disappeared and are now in Kong Ju's hands.

They are not very useful.

Even the witch god didn't let them out to fight the enemy, so it can be imagined that these monsters have lost their minds.

Of course it's not completely useless.

Kong Ju is a man who is good at making use of what he has. In his opinion, these hundreds of monsters can play a very good role at certain times.

"If we can get to the territories of Yutingmen and Tianxiangmen and release these monsters,"

"I'm afraid that these two sects will be wiped out in less than a cup of tea."

Kong Ju felt the hundreds of monsters suppressed in the Soul-Calming Bell, and he was eager to try.

Of course, this is just an idea and it is still quite difficult to put it into practice.

First of all, Kong Ju didn’t know how to cross the boundary gate. Also, even if he left the Xianyun Realm, how to sneak into these sects was also a problem.

After all, only by releasing these irrational monsters within these sects' formations can the greatest effect be achieved.

"Everything depends on human effort."

Kong Ju was already thinking about how to implement this.

The old woman watched the whole process of Kong Ju suppressing the many god-like monsters. She could not hide the shock and sorrow in her eyes when she saw the power of the Soul-Calming Bell, which suppressed more than a hundred god-like monsters with the strength of the Palm of Life Realm in an instant.

"Such a powerful quasi-immortal weapon belongs to my Jinming tribe."

No matter how unwilling she was, the Soul-Calming Bell had now completely recognized Kong Ju as its master.

He had to pull himself together, pretending to be indifferent, and praised the power of the Soul-Calming Bell.

Kong Ju saw that the seniors at the peak of the Life Mastery Level of the Xianyun Realm had not yet come out of the passage. He put away the Soul Calming Bell and talked to the old woman in front of him about the Gujiang Saint: "Senior, do you know where the Gujiang Saint is?"

In this battle to destroy the Witch God Temple, Kong Ju did not see any trace of the Holy Son of Gujiang at all.

According to his talent, he has definitely broken through to the Palm of Life. At this moment when the survival of the temple is at stake, there is absolutely no way he would not participate in the battle.

Of course, Kong Ju was not worried that he could cause any trouble.

Even the witch god abandoned the temple and fled. He, a holy son without a temple, was no different from a stray dog.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I just asked casually.

"I don't know where the Holy Son of Gujiang has gone." The old woman shook her head.

According to her, the Holy Son of Gujiang has a high status in Gujiang, only obeys the orders of the witch god, and his whereabouts are erratic.

Although the Jinming tribe is the number one tribe in Gujiang, in the eyes of the Holy Son of Gujiang, it is nothing more than that.

Therefore, they had no information about the Holy Son of Gujiang.

I don't know where he went.

"Never mind, just don't let me meet him." Kong Ju replied casually and lost interest in asking further questions.

Another stick of incense passed by.

The leaders of Xianyunjie and Jinming tribe walked out of the passage in front of the statue of the witch god one after another.

When Kong Ju saw the high-spirited faces of Emperor Kang Ren and others, he knew that the harvest this time would definitely be considerable.

During this period, Huangfu Ying also came back.

However, Huangfu Ying, who always dressed appropriately and attached great importance to his dignity as the leader, looked a little embarrassed.

When Kong Ju first saw his image, his expression froze for a moment.

On his handsome face, there were two big panda eyes and nostrils that were constantly bleeding, proving that Huangfu Ying must have been killed after he went out with Han Xi just now.

Under Han Xi's intentional control, the injuries on Huangfu Ying's face would take at least ten days or half a month to heal.

This was undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing for Huangfu Ying, who had established his reputation in Wudong with his serious image.

Han Xi saw this point and wanted to make him look bad in public, which was very consistent with his nature that was full of evil taste.

Huangfu Ying met Kong Jue's gaze and pretended not to know what he was looking at. He replied expressionlessly, "What are you looking at?"

Kong Ju's face twitched violently, and he turned his face away, trying hard to suppress his smile. In his heart, he secretly gave Han Xi a thumbs up and praised, "Well done, Senior Brother Han Xi!"

After Huangfu Ying became the head of the sect, he had probably never suffered a real loss or lost face so much.

And this is in front of the many top palm masters in the Xianyun Realm.

However, due to the current status of the Cangwu School in Wudong, Patriarch Wuyuan, Emperor Kang Ren, and Zen Master Kongwang could only pretend not to see Huangfu Ying's disfigured appearance.

He began to discuss the resource allocation this time and the future resource allocation issues in Gujiang with Huangfu Ying.

Huangfu Ying communicated secretly with a few people without making any expression, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Kong Ju shook his head repeatedly and said, "To be the head of a sect, one must not only be treacherous, but also have a thick skin. A righteous young man like me can never do it."

While everyone was negotiating the allocation of resources, Kong Ju, who had never had any interest in sect affairs, quietly left the Witch God Temple.

During this process, no one asked how the statues in the Witch God Temple were broken.

Anyway, the Xianyun Realm and the Jinming Tribe had already reached a consensus to destroy those Witch God Temples in the Witch God Temple.

If it breaks, it breaks.

As for the matter of Kong Ju getting the spirit of the Soul-Soothing Bell, the old woman also secretly informed him after the chief of the Jinming tribe walked out of the treasure house of the Witch God Temple.

Therefore, before Kong Ju left, the chief of the Jinming tribe deliberately cast his gaze over to him.

After the two looked at each other, they nodded silently, and they all understood the deal tacitly.

Half a day later.

Several peak masters from the Xianyun Realm withdrew from the Witch God Temple and bid farewell to the chief of the Jinming tribe.

Kong Ju also boarded the giant spirit boat that was returned to the Cangwu Sect.

The only difference from before was that there was one more person on the giant boat.

In other words, there was a new, several-meter-tall, sturdy, short tree with tangled roots.

It is Gujiang's famous Ten Thousand Years Nourishing Spirit Tea, which is extremely beneficial for warming the Shenglun and the soul of the palm of hand.

Huangfu Ying exchanged it from the various sects in the Xianyun Realm at the cost of great sacrifice of his own interests in the Wushen Temple.

Kong Ju had the good fortune to drink tea made from Zishen Tea from the hands of the Holy Son of Gujiang before, so he still remembers it clearly.

What Kong Ju did not expect was that this ten thousand year old nourishing tea actually had consciousness. It had transformed into the essence of plants and possessed the strength of the realm of controlling life.

When Kong Jue approached it, it even transformed into a gray-haired old man, sitting on a wheelchair made of tree roots, and nodded at Kong Jue with a smile.

However, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains made from spirit-infused heavy weapons, making it impossible for him to escape.

He seemed to have gotten used to this situation. He was content to lift his chained legs and said to Kong Ju with a smile, "My dear friend, I can sense the aura of a kindred spirit from you."

As he spoke, Zishencha stretched his neck and moved closer to Kong Jue, and twitched his nose violently twice.

Kong Ju certainly knew who he was talking about.

Zhenren Changqing and Ningshuang are both the essence of human spirit.

I have been with them for quite some time, so it is inevitable that I have been influenced by their spirit.

Therefore, Kong Ju just smiled and said nothing, without revealing any relevant information. He also said to Zishencha kindly: "Master Cha, you seem to be quite happy."

According to the magical medicinal properties of this Zhishen Tea, whether it is in the hands of the Wushen Temple or the Cangwu Sect.

There will definitely be no freedom.

For Zishen Tea, it was just house arrest in a different place.

This is also the current situation of the spirits of plants and trees. Ningshuang is also lucky as she met Kong Ju and has the support of the Cangwu Sect.

Otherwise, soon after he was born, he would be tortured and imprisoned by that force and used as a continuous supply of spiritual medicine.

Or, directly refine it into a great medicine.

This nourishing tea makes him look relaxed. Kong Ju really admires his mentality.

"I've wanted to leave the Witch God Temple for a long time. That shabby place is so gloomy. Anywhere is better than staying in the Witch God Temple." Zishencha shook his head, still looking relaxed and contented.

Kong Ju just smiled and said nothing more.

Although he had a natural liking for spiritual creatures such as human spirits, this nourishing tea was after all obtained by his master in exchange for his own interests.

I definitely can’t take it away, and since he doesn’t mind, I don’t want to meddle in his business.

Anyway, even if he escaped from the control of the Cangwu sect, he would be controlled by some other sect in no time.

After all, Zishen Tea is too famous.

Kong Ju calmed down and stood at the stern of the giant boat, watching the altar of the Witch God Temple gradually disappear from his sight.

You can still vaguely see the figures of the three great masters of the Jinming tribe in front of the Witch God Temple.

They were watching themselves.

"From today on, Gujiang will change its nature to Jinming." Kong Ju looked at the land of Gujiang and sighed silently. He was also a witness to the change of power in this area. (End of this chapter)