Xue Kong was stunned when he saw Qiu Huan's face full of murderous intent, his aura as powerful as a rainbow, the roaring and howling of the demonic scorpion spirit behind him, and his hands turning into the two pincers of the demonic scorpion.
"What was lost in the Tiandu Sect, I, Qiu Huan, will personally retrieve today. Xue Kong, you can only blame your bad luck. Without Du Gong by your side, you are no match for me today!" Qiu Huan roared.
His aura continued to rise as he rushed forward. The demonic scorpion spirit stimulated a sharp spiritual energy, sweeping up the trees in all directions and forcibly opening up a broad road.
This scene was quite similar to the one when Qiu Huan broke Xue Kong's four-sided green wood formation in the Tiandu Sect.
However, the difference was that on that day Xue Kong only had one means to fight the enemy and was forced to use [New Sprouts from Wasteland]. But at this moment, Xue Kong looked at Qiu Huan with a very calm gaze.
He slowly raised his hand, activated his cultivation, and pressed towards Qiu Huan through the air.
Suddenly.
With a loud bang, the pressure of the initial foundation building cultivation spread out and pressed heavily on Qiu Huan. The demonic scorpion soul was the first to be affected, and its soul body was twisted by the pressure, as if it was about to collapse.
It raised its scorpion tail unyieldingly, trying to resist Xue Kong's pressure, roaring and snarling.
But he soon couldn't bear it anymore and his soul and body collapsed.
At the same time, the two evil ghosts beside Xue Kong flew forward, pounced on the broken soul with a grin, bit it with big mouths, and chewed it with a crunching sound.
Qiu Huan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Before he could react, the pressure finally fell on him. With a bang, he was pressed to the ground with his limbs pressed to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get up.
"How is this possible!?" Qiu Huan was shocked, his pupils dilated. He tried to raise his head and stared at Xue Kong with resentment.
"He just raised his hand and pointed, and I was restricted in my movements and pinned to the ground, unable to get up!" Qiu Huan's eyes showed strong disbelief. "What kind of power is this!"
"Qiu Huan, you are such a good person." Xue Kong walked up to Qiu Huan, lowered his head, and looked at the person who was unable to move at his feet. "Just like the cultivator who gave me the Heavenly Sword, you both have a heart that is willing to sacrifice for others."
“That’s good.”
The dead tree slowly floated behind Xue Kong, and the breath of destruction was approaching, but it did not kill Qiu Huan immediately.
Qiu Huan suddenly understood something, his eyes reddened as he roared in dissatisfaction, "Why! Why are you growing so fast? I've been practicing day and night, forgetting to eat or sleep, and yet, to this day, I'm still only at the tenth level of Qi Condensation."
"And you, you are...building the foundation?" All this was too dreamy, and Qiu Huan didn't want to believe it.
It has only been more than three months. What a terrifying speed of cultivation.
"Don't say anything more. Since you are so righteous, just give me all your memories." Xue Kong raised his finger and placed it on the center of Qiu Huan's eyebrows as he tried to hold his head high.
The divine consciousness rushed into his sea of consciousness and brutally checked his life's memories.
It was a mess of memories, and also a painful memory. One picture after another, one person's voice, appearance and smile after another, all appeared in Xue Kong's sea of consciousness, and he selected the important content to look at.
"Xue Kong!"
"Xue Kong!!"
"You will not die a good death. Even if I die, I will not let you go!" Qiu Huan's expression showed intense pain. His eyes rolled back and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. He forced himself to stay awake and endured the pain brought by the soul search.
He kept cursing.
Xue Kong turned a deaf ear to him. When he retracted his fingers, Qiu Huan's cursing had become very weak. His will was indeed strong. Xue Kong himself couldn't figure out where this person got such great hatred for him.
"People always feel pain because of hatred. If you hold every holiday, every resentment, and every grievance in your life in your heart, then your whole life will be painful."
"You're just asking for trouble." When Xue Kong stood up, Qiu Huan's voice was already as soft as a mosquito. He had a strong willpower and did not become demented like Dong Shouying, but his ending was not much better.
His sea of consciousness was shattered and his spiritual awareness was damaged. Even if Xue Kong spared his life, his cultivation would continue to decline until he became a mortal.
A dead tree floated over and hit Qiu Huan, causing him to collapse and absorbing his vitality. His three souls and seven spirits eventually became food for the two evil ghosts.
Only the storage bag fell to the ground.
Xue Kong bent down and was about to pick it up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. He frowned. The pain came and went quickly and was suppressed by his cultivation.
"Searching souls twice in a short period of time has also affected my sea of consciousness. For the next month, I cannot use soul searching on any third person. I must first erase the memories I searched."
"Otherwise my sea of consciousness will be damaged."
The art of soul-searching is a vicious spell, which affects both the person whose soul is searched and the person who searches it. If the soul is searched too many times in a short period of time, the sea of consciousness will be damaged due to the confusion of memories.
Although this type of damage is not irreversible, it is very difficult to repair.
This is not only true for low-level cultivators. Even if the sea of consciousness of high-level cultivators is enhanced, there is a limit to the number of soul searches they can do. Unless the sea of consciousness turns into some special existence, this is true for everyone.
After suppressing the pain in his head, Xue Kong picked up the storage bag, scanned the bag with his spiritual sense, and then poured everything into his own storage bag.
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
He used the soul-searching method on Qiu Huan just to find out everything Qiu Huan had experienced after entering the Demon Valley, and whether Qiu Huan knew anything about the small purple tripod in the distance.
Unfortunately, Xue Kong didn't find any useful content.
Just as he was about to walk towards the place where the monsters were fighting, Xue Kong suddenly stopped. An evil ghost next to him made a gurgling sound in its abdomen, and then its swollen belly gradually shrank.
Its mouth opened exaggeratedly, and soon a newborn evil ghost came out of its mouth.
"The third one." Xue Kong glanced at the newly born evil ghost.
With a thought, he took the newborn evil ghost into his body to nurture it.
After doing all this, he raised his feet and walked towards the place in the distance where the group of monsters and a group of monks were fighting.
The purple cauldron attracted many monsters and cultivators. In the air, three figures of cultivators were flying and fighting fiercely with the mountain-like monster and the black wind monster.
Even though the hill-like monster's cultivation was only at the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, it was able to withstand the attack of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The same was true for the group of black wind monsters. Although their cultivation was even lower, they relied on the power of numbers and unity to fight back and forth with the two Foundation Establishment cultivators.
On the ground, according to Xue Kong's spiritual sense, there were still four foundation-building cultivators who did not participate in the fighting.
The four foundation-building monks were standing in the woods, obviously not knowing each other. Among these four monks, Xue Kong suddenly saw a familiar face.
"It's him." Xue Kong saw that man, an old man in blue clothes. The decorations on his clothes revealed his identity - the leader of the Qinglang Sect.
Xue Kong did not recognize the other three cultivators, but there was a middle-aged man with short hair who caught Xue Kong's attention. There was a black pill embroidered on each corner of his clothes.
"An alchemist, is it Gu He?" Xue Kong's eyes flashed.
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