Looking at the mechanical puppet in his hand, Xue Kong had a lot of thoughts in his mind. This thing was indeed a killer move.
However, Xue Kong clearly understood that if the spider puppet was damaged, he didn't know how to repair it. If the soul of the monster inside the puppet was completely consumed, it would eventually disappear.
Then this puppet will become useless.
He didn't know much about the art of mechanical puppetry and didn't know how to replenish his soul.
"It cannot be used in conventional combat. It can only be used as a killer weapon and used with caution." Xue Kong finally came to this conclusion and put away the spider puppet.
He remembered the bottle of blood of an unknown monster that he had just obtained.
I'm afraid it was prepared by Yue Dai to repair the spider puppet.
Yue Dai is dead, and there is no method of maintaining the puppet in the young man's storage bag. Even though Xue Kong has a huge memory in his mind, he is very lacking in this aspect.
Xue Kong did not feel any loss or regret.
If I get it, I am lucky; if I lose it, it is my fate.
He believed that it was a great fortune for him to obtain the spider puppet and possess this killer weapon, which could help him have an additional life-saving ability in the dangerous Demon Valley.
We should be happy, there is nothing to regret.
The flames on the two corpses and clothes gradually died out, and the interior of the cave fell into darkness again. Xue Kong cast a small fireball spell and came to the front of the ground sleeping vine.
The fruits in the flowers of the ground-sleeping vine are getting bigger and brighter, and will soon mature and fall to the ground.
Xue Kong simply sat cross-legged and waited.
Although he did not dare to take the elixirs in the storage bag that he did not recognize, the spirit stones were not a problem and others could not do anything.
Xue Kong took out pieces of spirit stones and began to practice breathing exercises here.
The practice was boring, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Xue Kong had been sitting cross-legged on the ground during these seven days, practicing with spirit stones. On the morning of the seventh day, the spirit sea in his body surged violently, continuously expanding, and its range increased by more than double.
His cultivation finally broke through to the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
Xue Kong slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of foul air, his eyes showing joy: "Eighth level of Qi Condensation!"
There are eleven levels in the Qi Condensation stage. Even if the Great Perfection is included, there are only eleven and a half levels at most. Xue Kong is now an eighth-level Qi Condensation cultivator, standing at the top among Qi Condensation cultivators.
It is already an existence that needs to be looked up to by others.
"Now that I have achieved a breakthrough in my cultivation, I feel more confident on this trip." Xue Kong smiled slightly, stood up, and dusted himself off.
The ground-sleeping fruits next to it had already ripened and fallen to the ground.
Xue Kong released his cultivation power and absorbed four Earth-Sleeping Fruits into his hands. Then he looked at the Earth-Sleeping Vine in the passage. After bearing fruit, it had returned to its original appearance of a dead branch, listless and lifeless.
The ground mian fruit is as heavy as a pearl, and when you hold it in your hand, you feel a slight warmth.
Xue Kong showed a look of satisfaction and put the mian fruit into his storage bag.
Afterwards, he did not stay there any longer. He left the cave, identified the direction, and flew towards the entrance of the Demon Valley.
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At this moment, in the direction outside the Demon Valley.
There were two long rainbows in the sky, rushing from afar. Their arrival was silent, like two clouds, floating lightly outside the Demon Valley, revealing two figures.
A group of monks were planning to enter the Demon Valley when they caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of their eyes.
He could not help but turn pale with fear and cried out in shock, "Jie...Jiangdan cultivator!"
The two men flew at high altitude without the help of any magic weapon or spiritual beast, but relied on their own cultivation to stand in the air. Their cultivation must be above the Jindan stage.
Foundation-building cultivators can only fly by controlling objects, and only cultivators at the Jindan stage and above can fly in the air.
The two people were one old and one young.
The old man had a thin face, looking like skin and bones, with hair and beard mixed with black and white, but his eyes were extremely bright and shining with brilliance. He had a cold and arrogant look on his face. He saw the group of monks outside the valley standing still, still looking at him.
He had a blank expression on his face and was about to step forward.
"Mr. Bai, don't cause trouble." Seeing that the old man was about to kill someone, the young man next to him immediately spoke out to stop him.
The young man looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with regular features, a face as white as jade, thick eyebrows, and gentle eyes. However, there was a hint of sadness on his face. He was wearing a light blue robe and looked very dignified.
He shook his head slightly towards the old man: "They are just Qi Condensation cultivators, please don't kill them, give them a way to live."
"It's certainly a good thing that you're kind and benevolent at home, but out here, there are wolves and tigers everywhere. One careless move could put your life in danger. Don't be careless."
Bai Gong said helplessly: "As long as they enter this valley, they will become our enemies. If we don't kill them, it will bring changes to our journey."
"The Qi Condensation cultivators cannot enter there, Mr. Bai, you worry too much." The young man felt that Mr. Bai was too cautious. If the two of them blew on the Qi Condensation cultivators, they would die.
How could it be possible that they would bring about changes?
Then he raised his head and shouted loudly to the group of Qi Condensation monks: "Go, don't stay."
"Yes, thank you two seniors." The group of Qi Condensation cultivators bowed their heads, clasped their fists and bowed, then fled into the Earth Demon Valley.
Before leaving, he murmured, "There are only six Jindan cultivators in Jingwu Country, and we saw two of them today. It seems that the treasures in the Earth Demon Valley are extraordinary, and even they are tempted."
"Hurry up and don't look back, or you'll get yourself killed."
When Mr. Bai saw this scene, he sighed deeply in his heart and his face was full of worry.
The young man beside him was extremely talented, rare in a thousand years. He was the wind spiritual root among the mutated spiritual roots, and his aptitude for cultivation was second only to the five elements of the heavenly spiritual roots.
Because of this talent, the boy was loved by all the elders in the family, and all the cultivation resources were tilted towards him.
At home, he lived a life of luxury, and had only heard flattery, never a bad word. He had never suffered any setbacks, nor had he seen the evil in people's hearts. He did not understand the principle of not looking down on others.
This smooth life makes it difficult for him to be wary of others.
Because of this, even though the boy is young and his cultivation has reached the terrifying late stage of Jindan, he still needs to be accompanied by someone when he goes out to prevent any accidents.
On the way here, Bai Gong repeatedly warned the young man to be wary of others and not to be too kind, but when he saw the scene before him, he was helpless.
He could only make up his mind in his heart that after entering the Demon Valley, he would never leave the boy's side.
If something happened to him, Bai Gong felt that he would die.
"Let's go, we'll go into the valley too." The young man smiled at Bai Gong and was about to enter the Demon Valley.
Mr. Bai suddenly stopped him and reminded him, "Your surname is unique. Remember not to use your real name in public. Change your surname to Zhang. If others ask, just say your name is Zhang Wensheng."
"Understood, Mr. Bai." The young man smiled lightly, his demeanor extraordinary. "My name is Zhang Wensheng, how am I?"
As he spoke, he clasped his fists and bowed to Bai Gong, which made Bai Gong sigh again and again, as he had no idea what to do with him.
The two walked side by side and flew into the Demonic Valley together.
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