Chen Gong approached step by step, looking at her snow-like skin, he only felt that it was three points better than the snow in Shushan, squatted down, and smelled a very faint fragrance.

But what made Chen Gong feel the most incredible was her appearance, a pair of heroic eyebrows, and two thin lips tightly closed, revealing that her character must be cold and arrogant, with a sharp face, which is different from the softness of most women, but a kind of coldness.

She is very similar to Junwei, if she hadn't seen Junwei outside, she would have thought that she was lying here.

Junwei's appearance was very similar to this woman who should be Xuanming, which made Chen Gong think a lot, but no matter how much he thought about it, it couldn't explain anything, and this was at most a discovery that he was curious about.

If she is really Xuan Ming, it means that Shushan is really sealing the ancestor of the Wu clan.

The ancestral witch cultivates the method of refining essence, and the essence blood is extremely precious, because this essence blood can not only change the physique, but also has the magical power of inheritance. Although the people of the Wu clan below the Great Witch are all married and conceived, there is very little inheritance in the bloodline, and it is necessary to practice the method of refining essence to awaken the inheritance in the bloodline, but there are not many awakened people, and most of the inheritance supernatural powers after awakening are not as good as the first generation of Great Witches who have been given the essence and blood of the ancestral witch, and they will be weak from generation to generation. However, through cultivation, you can still learn many spells, which is also the reason for the mysterious spells of those witch clans.

The allure of the ancestral witch's essence blood has a great temptation for anyone in the world now, Chen Gong couldn't help but have an idea, but this thought only flashed and disappeared naturally, just like there was a heart-protecting thunder in the underworld that shattered this wisp of greed.

Chen Gong walked around the altar, although everything on the altar was reflected in his heart, but he still couldn't help but circle around, after the turn, Paraguay in order to get to Xuan Ming's side, his hand turned in the void, and there was an extra jade pendant, at first glance it looked like a small sword made of jade, a little heavy, this is the Wentian Sword Sutra of Shushan, he put down this jade pendant, rose up, and rushed into the gap in the sense to leave.

As soon as the vision changed, a snowflake fell on his body, cut in half by the protective sword gang, and then suddenly turned into snow mist, he was already out in just a moment, and the gap actually disappeared.

Chen Gong raised his head, the snow in the sky became denser, Jun Wei stood on the high hall, on the snow-white Dao Hall, her green robe was extremely eye-catching, but at this time she seemed to have fallen into a state of trance, Chen Gong looked at her face, as if thinking of the Xuan Ming lying in the seal.

She lost her mind, as if she didn't notice that Chen Gong appeared out of thin air, and Chen Gong didn't stay, she rose up and turned into a butterfly, the butterfly body shone with red light, pierced into the void and disappeared.

More than ten days later, the news of Jun Wei's succession to the head of Shushan came from the Void Immortal Continent, and on that day she put a sword-shaped jade pendant into the highest box in the preaching hall, and after a long time, only a disciple found out that the Heavenly Sword Sutra did not know when it had returned.

Chen Gong left Fengxiao Prefecture, for him, the whole thing was just an accident, but fortunately, he did everything he wanted to do, and when he saw the ancestral witch Xuan Ming in the seal, he returned the Heavenly Sword Sutra, although he didn't know if he could see it if he could see it.

It's just that he just got out of the howling state, and the road in front of him was stopped.

It was none other than the Lich Cher, who was dressed in a black robe that covered her body, and her face was like a skeleton covered with only a layer of skin. Except for the eyes that seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of the world, and the sweet voice that was incompatible with his appearance, she did not give Chen Gong any human feeling.

Chen Gong didn't have a good impression of her, and he wasn't surprised to meet her outside, so he didn't stay and flew over her head, but she suddenly asked, "Have you ever seen Sister Xuanming?"

"See. Chen Gong replied casually.

"Who do you resemble in the looks?" asked Cher the Lich.

Although Chen Gong was a little surprised, he still said casually: "Junwei." ”

At this time, Chen Gong flew over the head of the Lich Xue'er, and a white light suddenly shot out from below, Chen Gong did not feel the danger in the white light, so he caught it, but it was a jade slip, and the voice of the Lich Xue'er came from his ears: "Thank you for taking care of Jiuyin." ”

The voice hasn't fallen yet, she is already far away, even if Chen Gong doesn't want to accept it.

He walked all the way back, and the matter of Shushan made him feel that the sun and the moon were about to change, and the stars were about to move, and the only thing that could make people feel at ease at this time was his own strength, not to mention, Bai Yue was still in the Demon Suppression Tower of Nantianmen.

The ascension of the head of Shushan is a big deal, but there are a number of gods who are driven here, which is even more shocking, many people know that it is the method of exorcising the gods, on the way back, Chen Gong knows that there are many people who are chasing and killing the Lich Xue'er, among which the Emperor Dongyue is the leader, and the self-proclaimed Lich Xue'er is fleeing in all directions on the Void Immortal Continent.

Chen Gongshun arrived at the foot of the Tianjian Peak in the Guxiao Mountain Range, where the wind and waves were still calm, and the creatures in the mountains also increased after the turn of spring and summer, and most of them ran from other mountains.

Zhu Toushan was patrolling in the mountains, followed by a group of mountain demon beasts that had opened their spiritual wisdom, Chen Gong did not alarm him, but appeared directly in front of the temple, he took out the jade slip, and his spiritual sense probed into it.

This is the Wu clan's method of refining essence, called Xuanming Blood.

Chen Gong looked at it from the beginning to the end, word by word, and then he knew what was the difference between the Wu clan's exercises and the Taoist Qi refining.

The ancestors of the Wu clan were born with the birth of heaven and earth, and each of them created a kind of exercise for the Wu people to practice. The biggest difference between the Wu clan and the Taoists is that the Taoists accept the spiritual energy in the body to refine the pill and turn the baby, while the Wu clan absorbs all kinds of turbid qi between heaven and earth, condenses and strengthens the body, and when the body is tempered to a certain extent, it will give birth to a drop of essence blood, and in a special way in the essence of the blood imprinted into the spell, become a supernatural power. As this drop of essence blood becomes purer and richer, the supernatural power imprinted into the spell will become more and more powerful.

Then you can condense the second drop, imprint the spell again, and become a supernatural power.

It is not impossible for people in the world to learn this method of refining essence, but it is difficult to achieve it because of bloodline, so most people will not learn it. And when the witch clan reached a certain time, there was an ancestral witch who gave essence blood, and this is why the great witch appeared. The Great Witch will give the following witch essence blood, so when the ancestral witch disappears, when the Great Witch dies, the bloodline behind it becomes thinner and thinner, and the people of the witch clan will fall.

Chen Gong's heart flashed with inspiration, and after reading the Xuanming Transformation Blood, the long-term thinking about the cultivation method finally began to slowly take shape, and everything that he originally knew about himself was also slowly combined.

His body turned into a wisp of light smoke and melted into the statue, and at this time, a red sun jumped out of the eastern sky, and the red light sprinkled all over the north and south of the river.

Chen Gong continued to absorb the aura of Gu Xiao, condensed the nine great primordial infants, and used the method of transforming the blood of the Xuan Ming to replace the ancestral witch's essence blood with the immortal yuan power, and engraved the various magical powers of the fire lotus wind seal on his own primordial infants, which was a huge project, and it could not be completed in a short time.

While Chen Gong was continuing this huge project, Li Zhiming had already traveled to a place called Hanhai Country, where it is said that there used to be an inland sea called Hanhai, but then for unknown reasons, there was an island in the sea overnight, and the water in the sea dried up, and the bottom of the sea dried up and cracked, as if it had been affected by drought for several years.

After a few years, trees slowly grew in the Hanhai, slowly changing the original scene, but after a few years, there was no water stored here, because there was a big crack extending from the Hanhai to a very far place.

The crack absorbed the water that had gathered in the original Hanhai, and then formed a river, which was named the Tianfu River, because people did not know why the Hanhai dried up, and why this crack formed, so they could only attribute it to the Heavenly Fury.

With the passage of time, the previous events gradually became legends, and the people who originally saw Hanhai dry up overnight have all died, and one generation or two generations or three generations, from afar, a group of people moved to the former Hanhai, and they occupied the entire Hanhai, and then named the Hanhai Kingdom.

However, at this time, Li Zhiming's situation was extremely bad, he was hung in an iron cage, his hair was scattered, and he was covered in blood.

Outside the iron cage, there was a girl crying tears, but she covered her mouth with her hands, and she didn't dare to cry, but there was still a sadness that could not be concealed in the darkness in this silent night.

"Zhenzhen......" Li Zhiming shouted weakly.

"Brother Zhiming......" The girl named Zhenzhen cried even more after shouting.

"Don't cry, Zhenzhen, don't cry, I'll be fine. Li Zhiming said.

Zhenzhen grabbed the iron fence with both hands and cried, "The elder said that you have blasphemed the god of the Heavenly Fury River, and will burn you to death on the altar tomorrow, and then sprinkle your ashes into the Heavenly Fury River. ”

Li Zhiming seemed a little unexpected, but after only a slight pause, he continued: "Zhenzhen, don't cry, I have something for you to do, can you help me?"

"Brother Zhiming, I, I begged my father, and I also begged the elders, but they refused to let you go. Zhenzhen hurriedly said.

"I don't want you to do this, I just want you to go and tell the elder that he will let me bow down to the portrait of the master one more time before I die, and as long as he agrees, I am willing to recite the soul dedication mantra when I die. ”

"Brother Zhiming, don't, woo woo, don't. Zhenzhen's crying voice couldn't hold back anymore and turned into a big cry, but Li Zhiming didn't speak anymore, he had already closed his eyes.

He believed that the people who were watching had already heard this, and even if Zhenzhen didn't ask for it, someone would come tomorrow to distract him.

As for the portrait he was talking about, it naturally would not be the portrait of the master, but Chen Gong's. At this time, if they knew that the image was a portrait of a god, it would be impossible to see it, and they would be burned immediately.

In his heart, he thought of the mountain that stood like a sword, of a temple, of the mountain god sitting in front of the temple.

The night was bleak, a waning moon, and a few points of starlight shone on Li Zhiming's face covered with whip marks. His clothes were torn, and there must have been a shocking wound where they had been torn, but his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky in the darkness, and there was no fear, no hesitation, a look that only a firm believer would have.

The weather was not cold, but there was dew, and the dew condensed on the leaves, slid down the lines of the leaves, and dripped on the ground as a little watermark.

The entire Hanhai Country was once an inland sea, but now it is a huge basin where the fog of the early morning can easily gather.

The sun rose in mid-air, and the fog of the entire Hanhai Kingdom slowly dissipated, and a group of young people untied Li Zhiming, and then tied him to a wooden cross, and carried him away, and no one spoke to him, as if it was sinful to say a word to him.