Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Broken Temple

  A weapon without self-awareness cannot be called a "divine soldier". The reason why a "divine soldier" is called "divine" is that it has life within itself. Only those who have reached the realm of heaven, the heavenly masters, can use their own essence and spirit to mix and refine various rare materials into a divine soldier with a "divine" quality.

  With the divine sword in hand, a heavenly warrior with refined spirit and energy can release their power to the maximum extent. Even a powerful divine sword requires a heavenly warrior to possess the strength of a seven-star heavenly warrior for a short period of time.

  If he could merge with the divine spirit of Qī Xīng Tiān Shì and had enough yuan force to control the divine soldier.

  With the dagger in hand, yuan force surged in, and the dagger suddenly shone brightly with a silver light, threads of crystal clear silver light fluttered out, and strands of power fluctuations were released from the dagger.

  The girl's long arm waved, the dagger drew a beautiful arc, leaving a string of bright residual shadows in the air. This dagger was obtained by him from a young man at a great cost, and Bai Qingya never understood why he was willing to spend so many top-grade yuan stones, and even took out a black jade yuan crystal, a jar of fire dragon incense, and several cloud dream spiritual medicines.

  Only Ji Changkong knew that this dagger had a faint life in it. The previous owner of the dagger was an Eight Trigrams Heaven Master.

  The Bagua Tian Shi, placed in any country, any region, is a revered existence. The seven major families and six major sects of these hundred-year-old Tian Shi schools are able to stand high above others precisely because they have the Bagua Tian Shi!

  The divine weapon that Tiangong once used, even if the spirit of the divine weapon is exhausted, it would still be a priceless treasure if taken out for auction. What's more, although the spirit of the divine weapon in this dagger is extremely weak, it still exists.

  Fifty top-grade yuan stones, a piece of black jade yuan crystal, a jar of fire dragon incense, and several cloud dream spiritual medicines. These items were exchanged for a divine weapon with the spirit of the Eight Trigrams Heavenly Master's life-repairing technique. This deal was more profitable than robbery!

  Holding a dagger in his hand, his spirit concentrated, his heart calm and peaceful, his consciousness suddenly sank into the dagger.

  A vast and endless white expanse, with flickering ghostly flames drifting about, numerous shimmering silver lines intertwined together, forming a complex and dense web, threads of life pulsating, emanating from a central spark.

  Ling Jue suddenly moved, a large net woven from countless silver threads, and a strong soul fluctuation burst out from the center of the net, surging towards Ji Changkong's divine soul.

  "Get out!"

  His son was in pain, and he knew it for an instant, his spirit trembled, and he shook his head with a bitter smile.

  The spirit of the divine soldier in the dagger is extremely stubborn, and he has not yet advanced to the realm of the Four Symbols Heaven. He still can't grasp the method of communicating with this kind of life, and he can't reach an agreement between his soul and the spirit of the divine soldier in the dagger. As a result, he can only exert a small part of the dagger's power.

  He put the small dagger back into the gourd bag, and took out the wooden finger stalls to wear on his left hand. Seeing that the ten black ghost bugs in the wooden finger stalls had not bitten through the skin to suck blood, he removed the wooden finger stalls again and stuffed them back into the gourd bag.

  Since he suspected that Xiao Shu had leaked his advance, he began to carefully hide all the clues that could expose his identity. The wooden finger was something he had exchanged with Xiao Shu, so naturally he couldn't continue wearing it. However, the ten Wugui insects inside the wooden finger, due to having sucked his fresh blood several times recently, had a subtle connection with him.

  In order to maintain the growth of the ten black ghost bugs, he couldn't put the wooden finger in the mustard bag every day, so he would occasionally take it out and wear it for a while, ensuring that the black ghost bugs didn't need to continue sucking blood before putting the wooden finger away again.

  That repulsive ugly face emerged from the dense foliage of a large tree, quietly extending his senses to ensure that there was no life in the surrounding area that could threaten him. Only then did he come down from the big tree, looked up at the scorching sunlight and continued walking northwest towards the Tianwu Kingdom.

  It was late in the afternoon when the sky suddenly changed, with lightning flashing and thunder booming. After a while, egg-sized hailstones fell from the sky.

  Walking on the mountain path, Ji Changkong raised his head to look at the sky, and suddenly a piece of hail came fiercely, hitting his body extremely painfully.

  Perception stretched, tens of meters ahead, with a strong yuan force fluctuation, as if many people were gathering there. He, who had always been avoiding crowds, did not detour this time, but instead quickly moved towards one place.

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  Hail fell rapidly, heavily pounding his body. He narrowed his eyes and soon discovered a dilapidated ancient temple in front of him, with obvious yuan force fluctuations within.

  He took a light breath, disguising the aura on his body, checked his clothes to ensure there was nothing unusual, and then walked into the ancient temple with a normal expression.

  Whoosh!

  Some people gathered in the temple looked over together, cautiously sizing up Ji Changkong as he entered.

  The ancient temple was not small, covering several acres of land. In the center of the temple stood an image of the god of the earth, surrounded by a few clusters of unfamiliar people scattered around.

  On the left corner of the temple, two girls who were obviously sisters sat against the wall. One wore a red long skirt and the other wore a green one, both dragging on the ground. The two girls looked vigilant, with the girl in red holding a sword and the girl in green holding a silver whip. They seemed to find the birthmark on Ji Changkong's face ugly, frowning and looking away with easily detectable disgust.

  On the right corner of the temple, a boy in his early teens, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, with a pair of shiny black eyes full of innocence, was wandering around. By his feet, a giant python as thick as a man's waist was coiled, the python had two heads, and four triangular eyes were emitting green light, when the blood-red tongue came out, there was a strong bloody smell.

  Not far from the three blue-robed heavenly envoys, there was a gray-robed young man who looked ill. His face was pale, his head hung low, and he kept covering his mouth to cough softly, as if he had contracted some serious illness.

  In front of the land god statue, a corpse was lying on the ground. The body looked like it had just been burned by fierce flames, and there were still sparks that hadn't been extinguished.

  As she stepped inside, Ji Changkong glanced around at the few people in the temple. Suddenly, he felt a pang of regret and thought to himself that he probably shouldn't have entered the temple. The atmosphere inside was eerie, with no one speaking, each person lowering their head and casting down their eyes, lost in thought.

  Not saying a word, Ji Changkong furrowed his brow and walked to the left, thinking of finding a place to sit down first. Outside, hail was raging, before he came in, the hail was as big as a fist, this was not a good time to rush on the road.

  Suddenly, two girls standing at the left corner of the temple turned pale and coldly stared at him, their hands tightly gripping their weapons as if they would strike at any moment.

  Two Four Heavenly Kings!

  He quickly judged the true realm of the two girls, his face changed slightly, and he looked at them with some inexplicable gaze, not knowing where their hostility came from.

  He suddenly stopped, cleared a spider web beside him, and sat down not far from the two girls.

  The red-clothed and green-clothed girls, seeing that he seemed to have no intention of making a move, glanced at each other with some confusion in their eyes, slightly let out a breath, but still warily stared at Ji Changkong, as if afraid he would suddenly make a move.

  Hiss! Hiss!

  The double-headed python coiled under the boy's feet suddenly moved, winding its way through the temple and slowly crawling in the direction of Ji Changkong.

  The two-headed python is a ferocious beast comparable to the three-eyed dragon python, both heads can spit out toxic smoke, dense and sharp white teeth are unmatched, agile movements, extremely difficult to deal with.

  There is also a two-headed python in the poisonous dragon pool, but it's not as thick and big as this one. The two-headed python in the poisonous dragon pool has only been around for 500 years, while this one, judging by its size, may have lived for 700 or 800 years.

  His face changed slightly, and Ji Changkong, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up again. In the mustard bag behind his chest, he grabbed a small dagger that was not yet able to exert its full strength, which he tightly grasped.

  Not far away, two girls turned pale and quickly stood up, staring at the slowly approaching double-headed python as if they were facing a great enemy. After a while, the two glared at Ji Changkong with hatred, as if they felt he had brought trouble over.

  The small dagger's silver light slowly brightened, and a thread of silver overflowed, revealing the sharp blade. It gave off an invincible feeling. The young man furrowed his brow, staring at the dagger in his hand for a few seconds before suddenly covering his mouth and letting out a strange laugh.

  The double-headed python slowly approaching Jialongkong suddenly stopped its advance, shook its two heads, and then coiled in place. The two heads separated, one staring at Jialongkong, the other staring at the two girls on the other side.

  The two girls looked even more ugly, glaring at the little boy in front of them with hatred, not daring to sit down, and continuing to respond cautiously to the double-headed python that might pounce on them at any time.

  Noticing that the temple's atmosphere was somewhat strange, Ji Changkong glanced at the few people inside the temple, and suddenly smiled wryly. Without regard for the double-headed python coiled in front of him, he sat back down where he was, gazing with great interest at the dilapidated temple gate.

  Tap tap! Tap tap!

  Heavy footsteps came quickly from outside, several people were coming, walking very hastily and hurriedly, the target should be this broken temple.

  A few temple people, their eyes gathered at the temple gate. The young man in gray clothes who had been coughing and lowering his head finally stopped coughing, raised his head, and a pair of dull gray eyes showed indifference.

  Three Celestial Masters from the same sect, who had been indifferent to their surroundings all along, suddenly stood up and immediately formed a triangular formation.

  The boy had a smile of innocence and purity, but three flying blood snakes suddenly emerged from the back of his neck. The flying blood snakes stuck to his neck, shoulders, and opened their mouths, which were shrouded in a bloody mist, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Their eyes gazed coldly at the temple entrance.

  "The red-clothed girl called out in a low voice, her long sword raised high as she charged forward."