To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

On the other side, the battle at Shangguan Yuzhou is also coming to an end.

He has condensed the Dao Foundation, and the inheritance of Dongxian can now be almost displayed.

The sword rain sky swallowed up the witch cultivator in the Fetal Light Realm.

The sky was full of sword rain, and the arrows that poured out of the sky beat her colorful giant snake until it was covered in blood, and even the snake's scales were almost completely shattered.

The witch Xiu was even more unbearable. There was no intact skin on her body.

"The Tianhe hangs upside down!" With Shangguan Yuzhou's sword, the Tianhe hangs upside down, and the blue river turns into sword energy, cutting off the head of the colorful giant snake.

The giant snake was chopped off, and the Witch Xiu suffered severe injuries. After vomiting blood, she fell from the void, leaving no room for resistance.

The outcome has been decided.

Dapeng and Shangguan Yuzhou both finished their battles and were about to come to help Huangfu Wuqin and Kong Jiao to fight the old man together.

In the center of the thunder sea where the golden thunder boiled, Huangfu Wuqin suddenly appeared. In her hand was a pure white wine flask with a green-faced fanged monster tattooed on the surface.

"Soul Refining pot!" Looking at the white wine pot in her hand, Kong Jiao smiled and understood what she was thinking.

Huangfu Wuqin gently opened the lid of the wine pot.

The two corpses of the three ascending wheel shaman cultivators who were killed by Dapeng disappeared without a trace, leaving only two groups of heaven and earth essences still in place.

at the same time.

call! A dark wind suddenly rose.

The light in the valley was instantly blocked by the overwhelming demonic energy.

The monster depicted on the Soul Refining pot jumped out of the pot riding on the evil wind, and its bodies continued to collide and grow in size, turning into a demonic shadow holding a trident that was larger than the altar below.

"Jie Jie Jie!" The creepy smile echoed in the sunless valley, reaching the ears of the old man lying on the altar.

His smile had frozen on his face.

The demonic shadow did not give him any time to react. The trident had already descended from the sky, carrying countless ghostly shadows and killing the eight-clawed spider incarnated by the old man.

In an instant, the old man's body seemed to be frozen.

"Roar!" He screamed desperately, and finally mobilized his eight spider legs to block the path of the trident, trying to block the monster's attack.

Dang Dang Dang! After a series of crisp shattering sounds.

The indestructible spider legs that had threatened Huangfu Wuqin were instantly broken.

The trident was so devastating that it penetrated directly into the body of the old man's spider, killing him on the altar.

It only took one blow.

The previously arrogant leader of the Black Snake Tribe died on the spot.

His body that turned into a spider became smaller and smaller in the spurts of countless black breaths, until it turned into a human form.

At this time, the old man had no limbs. His hands and feet seemed to have been chopped off along with the spider's legs.

"No matter how powerful it is, it's just a rising wheel. Not everyone is like the master of Dongxian Hall, who can use the body of rising wheel to resist the palm." Seeing this scene, Kong Jiao shook his head, and then walked out of his hiding position. .

Now that the battle is over, there is no need for him to continue to lurk.

"Senior Sister Huangfu, your Soul Refining Pot is very useful." Shangguan Yuzhou has rushed over. This is not the first time he has seen Huangfu Wuqin sacrifice the Soul Refining Pot, but he still endured the sight of the monster holding the trident. I couldn't help but marvel.

A heavy spiritual weapon that can summon palm-level monsters.

It is equivalent to having a palm-born powerful person protecting you.

"It's easy to use, but it requires two ascending wheel cultivators every time." Huangfu Wuqin touched the Soul Refining pot, but there was no look of fondness on his face, and he commented objectively: "It's not Every time, there are monks who come to sacrifice to it. Improving one's own strength is the right way."

Huangfu Wuqin could see clearly that if the old man hadn't suddenly sacrificed his own people to forcibly increase his strength, she probably wouldn't have wanted to use the Soul Refining pot.

Kong Jiao had already flown to the altar while the two were talking.

The old man's body was still warm, and a gray-white essence of heaven and earth floated on his body.

At first glance, it was clear that he had a good character. Kong Jiao just glanced at it and looked away, walking straight to the statue of the witch god with a python wrapped around it.

This witch god statue was obviously buried on this altar before, because it was lifted out by Huangfu Wuqin's thunder attack.

Now with the death of the old man, it fell quietly beside the altar.

Kong Jiao leaned down and looked at the shaman statue in front of him quietly.

When his eyes just came into contact with the eyes of the statue, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a sense of agility in the eyes of the statue, which were obviously made of stone.

This gave him an indescribable weird feeling, as if the witch god statue had its own consciousness.

"Gu Jiang is indeed not a good place. Even the statues of the witch gods they enshrine are very evil." Kong Jiao muttered.

After a moment's hesitation, he pressed his palm against the witch god statue.

Since the Soul-Calming Bell was sensitive to it, Kong Jiao naturally wanted to pick it up and study it carefully.

The moment his palm came into contact with the witch god statue.

The silver bell deep in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly shook again and made a soft sound.

Kong Jiao felt a coldness in the palm of his hand, and a wisp of black breath was immediately peeled off from the witch god statue. Following his palm, he was quietly introduced to the Soul Soul Bell floating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Finally, the black aura stayed on the radiant surface of the soul-suppressing bell, condensing into a monster pattern with a python wrapped around it.

The shape of the pattern is exactly the same as that of the witch god.

Kong Jiao saw this scene, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said secretly: "This soul-suppressing bell is the treasure of the Jinming tribe. It is indeed not just a simple soul-concentrating weapon."

Time was short and the timing was inappropriate. Kong Jiao had no chance to study the pattern of the witch god, so he had to withdraw his palm pretending to be nonchalant.

At the same time as his palm left the witch god statue.

Before that, the statue of the god had spiritual brilliance, as if it had been eroded by time for thousands of years.

Wow! In front of Kong Jiao's eyes, it turned into rubble on the ground.

Shangguan Yuzhou also came to the altar. He couldn't stand the smell of blood rising above him, so he kept covering his nose.

Seeing that the witch god statue was broken, he asked in a vague tone: "What kind of thing is this broken?"

Kong Jiao stood up at this time and replied casually: "Who knows."

After saying that, he picked up the re-condensed essence of heaven and earth on the old man and sent it to Huangfu Wuqin: "Sister Huangfu, this is the gray stone essence ranked seventy-fourth in personality. It belongs to you."

"No!" Huangfu Wuqin glanced at the essence of heaven and earth, and waved his hand with disgust: "Take it away!"

Wheel-Nurturing monks can only meet and find the essence of heaven and earth whose character is ranked among the top 100. In Huangfu Wuqin's view, they are dispensable.

Kong Jiao accepted the gray stone spirit and the old man's body with a smile.

With the death of the leader of the Black Snake Tribe, no one can stop Huangfu Wuqin from overturning the altar.

Kong Jiao and Shangguan Yuzhou left the altar very wisely.

Huangfu Wuqin directly ordered the Soul Refining Pot monster to smash the altar to pieces.

With deafening roars, the altar was reduced to ruins amidst the wanton laughter of the Soul Refining Pot Monster.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved.

Huangfu Wuqin put away the Soul Refining pot.

Then Kong Jiao and the others walked up to the witch Xiu of the Fetal Light Realm who was beaten to the point of being breathless by Shangguan Yuzhou.

"What are you people from Gu border doing here at the border of Tianqi?"

"What's your plan for building this altar?" Huangfu Wuqin asked coldly, looking at the witch Xiu who was covered in bruises and sword marks on his skin.

Even though the latter was on the line between life and death, he still showed no timidity. Instead, there was endless resentment brewing in his eyes. Looking at Huangfu Wuqin who looked like a fairy in front of him, he cursed in a weak voice: "You destroyed the witch god statue, kill me." The leader of the Black Snake Tribe will definitely be punished by the Black Snake God."

"You will suffer from the bite of thousands of snakes."

"Your souls will be swallowed by the Black Snake God."

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"How about killing me!" Shangguan Yuzhou was a little impatient. The witch Xiu in front of him didn't look like he could communicate at all.

"Keep it, let Senior Sister Huangfu take her back to Tianqi Dynasty, you can always pry her mouth open." Kong Jiao looked at Huangfu Wuqin, as if asking her opinion.

After all, the reason for this attack was because of Huangfu Wuqin. After all, her mother was from the Tianqi Dynasty and had feelings for the Tianqi Dynasty.

In addition, none of the three of them is good at interrogation.

Just kill him, in case any important clues are missed.

"Can she still be saved?" Huangfu Wuqin's eyes flashed with golden brilliance, as if he saw the seriousness of the witch Xiu's injury, as all his meridians were almost shattered by Shangguan Yuzhou's sword energy.

The spiritual consciousness that the shaman cultivators depended on for their survival had dimmed. Without them taking action, they might not be able to survive for long.

Kong Jiao just glanced at the witch Xiu, already knowing what he was doing, and calmly replied: "It can be saved."

With his current Alchemy Dao cultivation level, as long as the witch Xiu's head is not cut off, he can give her a sigh of relief.

Huangfu Wuqin was waiting for Kong Jiao's words, and finally smiled: "Then take it away."

Kong Jiao briefly treated the female cultivator's injury, fed her some nectar, and applied external Spirit Medicine intermittent ointment to heal her wounds.

Her injuries were finally stabilized.

The witch Xiu didn't seem to appreciate it and kept cursing Kong Jiao in the process.

Kong Jiao was impatient and directly sealed her mouth with spiritual power. In addition, he also used the divine consciousness seal in Jin Ming's Soul Refining method to wrap and seal her dim consciousness.

Even after she recovered, she could no longer use force.

His Jin Ming Soul Refining method was passed down to the Jin Ming Tribe, one of the top tribes in Gu territory, and it was easy to seal the divine consciousness.

It was of little use to a monk cultivating spiritual power, so he had never used it before.

It is not easy to use it to deal with Gujiang monks.

When the witch cultivator saw the golden bean of spiritual consciousness flashing between Kong Jiao's eyebrows, her expression was obviously frightened. She didn't even need Kong Jiao to seal her mouth. She probably didn't dare to curse anymore. (End of chapter)