Du Jun waved his hand and the skull immediately floated up. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a breath of energy to wrap the entire skull. His hands kept pinching out one magic trick after another. With various hand techniques, mottled energy burst into front of the skull, connecting one by one, creating another illusory skull mark.

When the skull imprint formed by the vitality was clearly formed, Du Jun looked solemn. With a pinch of his hand, the skull imprint immediately merged towards the skull. The dead black skull trembled, and a trace of killing aura flowed out, as if he was about to break through the envelopment of the vitality.

Du Jun was shocked. The raw material resisted and only appeared when the master's magic weapon was sacrificed and refined. This skull was clearly not a magic weapon, so how could it have such an abnormality? It was just that the situation was critical now. If the skull was swept out of the energetic energy, it would inevitably hinder the magic weapon's refining.

So Du Jun gushed his spiritual energy into the skull without hesitation. At the same time, the magic tricks in his hand changed repeatedly, and immediately let the skull imprint merge into the skull in one go. However, at this moment, the skull suddenly increased its killing energy and almost broke through the envelopment of its vitality.

"Not good, but the skull killed too much during his lifetime. After his death, he accumulated endless murderous intent in it, forming a little intelligence." Seeing this, Du Jun changed his mind and understood the twists and turns. Without saying a word, he opened his mouth and spewed out several vital energy and hit it, forming a thick vital energy to wrap the skull in it.

At this point, after several twists and turns, Du Jun's vitality in his dantian was exhausted and he could only stare at the skull nervously. Fortunately, this skull consumed a lot of killing energy when Hongying fought. At this moment, he struggled a few times and returned to peace.

Du Jun's eyes were clear and he said to himself: "But I don't know how many marks this skull can withstand? What kind of magic weapon can it become."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation and replenished his vitality. Soon, he opened his eyes and condensed an illusory skull mark again. While replenishing the skull energy, he also integrated the mark into the skull.

This is a long process. Du Jun is just a small realm of sinking the field at this moment. Although the vitality is pure, it cannot be as continuous as the small realm of entering the orifice. Therefore, every time a mark is condensed, the vitality in the dantian will be exhausted. You need to enter into a state of concentration and breathe before you can condense a mark. This goes on and on, I don’t know when he will refine this magic weapon.

Guigu.

There are only three days left before the battle between the great disciples of that branch, which makes the entire Ghost King Valley shrouded in a storm of oppression.

Gou Qian has been worried and glad in her heart recently. What she is worried about is that her cultivation has just reached the early stage of Shentian, and the good fortune and misfortune of the Demon Valley. But what she is glad that she has cast her right master. This early stage of Shentian is thankful to Minggan. If Minggan had not helped her, she would probably be stuck in the realm of Qiling Great Perfection.

At this moment, a large wooden barrel was placed in her own room. The water vapor in the barrel was steaming. She slowly took off her naked and flashed, revealing a delicate curve, but there was a lot of purple stasis on this slim curve.

As she stroked the purple stasis on her body, she couldn't help but cursed in her heart, and then slowly lay in the wooden barrel, feeling comfortable all over, and couldn't help but moan a few times.

"I don't know what the benefits of Ye Fei got from that waste. He was so stubborn. I originally intended to pull him, but I didn't want him to be so ignorant." Gou Qian relaxed, snorted coldly, and said to herself: "Senior Brother Minggan is now at the peak of the middle stage of Shentian. If you are sure to enter the late stage of Shentian, you still hold the upper-level spirit sealing magic weapon. How can this be reached by the destructed waste? I'm afraid that even if the waste does not die, it will be only a small realm of enlightenment for hundreds of years."

She chuckled proudly and said, "Maybe if the waste is not dead and has good luck, he may get a bad magic weapon."

In the canyon, Du Jun once again condensed a mark and merged into the skull. His eyes showed deep fatigue, and he was even more surprised: "Nine hundred and ninety-six marks have been imprinted. These ninety-six marks are not the bottom line of the skull."

Then, he was surprised and said to himself: "Can this skull actually have the potential of a yang magic weapon?"

Nowadays, there are only three marks left!

As the name suggests, the same-generation disciples of the Xuanyin branch are only relative to the same lineage. If they are placed on the entire Xuanyin branch or other lineage, the same-generation disciples of the same-generation disciples will be similar to ordinary disciples.

Among the disciples of each generation in Xuanyin, there will be three great disciples of the same branch generation coexisting, but there is only one great disciple of the same Xuanyin, but they competed for these three great disciples of the same branch generation.

The great disciples of the Xuanyin generation, regardless of ten generations of disciples, have a total of nine. They have a high status in Xuanyin and are highly respected. Moreover, only the great disciples of the Xuanyin generation have the qualifications to compete for the chief disciples of the branch where they are located.

Now, the lineage of the Ghost King Valley is declining, with a total of nine generations of disciples and nine generations of disciples of the same generation. Except for the six generations of individual tourists, all the remaining three generations of disciples of the same generation of branch are not affected by the great disciples of the Xuanyin generation. Even the chief branch of the Ghost King Valley has been suspended for hundreds of years.

From this, it can be seen that the owner of the Ghost King Valley is in a hurry. No matter how glorious the individual guests and the disciples above the individual guests are, they are now unable to gradually compete for the chief disciple of Xuanyin due to the rules of the sect. Therefore, these disciples below the six generations are the top priority for the revival of the Ghost King Valley!

Therefore, although he was not very optimistic about the current ten generations of disciples of the Ghost King Valley, he was still there for the dispute between the Ten generations of disciples of the Ghost King Valley. After saying a few words to show his importance, he returned to the Ghost King Hall indifferently and went to practice in a quiet manner.

However, the host of this ceremony was an individual guest. There were very few disciples from seven generations and eight generations, and only those nine generations were absent. At this moment, the master is worthy of disciples.

Qu Hou actually came unexpectedly. He sat on a huge rock in a disgusting manner, looking drunk, infatuated, angry, and worried. He didn't care about the Hongdan who looked back frequently in the distance, and even smiled at the Hongdan with a deep smile.

Qu Hou was playing with a broken sachet in his hand and sighed: "It has become a fact. Everyone is dead, no one can reverse it. Alas, Du Jun, if you are not dead at this moment, this sachet..." The rest of the words were swallowed in his stomach with a mouthful of wine.

In the seal formation, Du Jun hesitated to look at the skull, his face rarely showed a look of hesitation, and he said to himself: "One Thousand and Thirty-six Brands, Yang-grade First-level Magical Weapons, do I still want to continue? Seeing this skull seems to have reached the bottom line, but once the refining is over, the skull becomes a magical weapon. The first-level Yang-grade grade is determined, and I cannot sacrifice and refine it again in this life, and improve it!"

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly grabbed the mud ball in his hand and said to himself: "Just keep sacrificing until the bottom line of the skull. By then, joining this mud ball will definitely be able to refine a magic weapon with higher grades."

The refining of magic weapons is not a smooth road. If you are not careful about magic weapons, you will also destroy the raw materials. Of course, if you have other treasures of heaven and earth in your hands, you can invest them when the raw materials cannot bear them. This will not only preserve the raw materials, but also improve the quality of the magic weapons, but the probability of "Magic Explosion" will also become very high.

When Du Jun thought of this, his thoughts changed again and he guessed in his mind: "But once it fails, not only will my hard work in this year be ruined, but the mud ball and skull will definitely not be guaranteed."

After a few thoughts changed rapidly, Du Jun didn't know what to do. If he missed this sacrifice, even if the skull had great potential, he would always be in the early-level Yang-grade magic weapon. However, if he took the risk of sacrifice, he would have half the success or failure.

While worrying about gains and losses, Du Jun gritted his teeth and said to himself: "I think there will be a battle between the ten generations of disciples in that vein in the past few days. If I miss it, how can I compete for the chief Xuanyin? Without that magical transformation pill, even if I have the fake spiritual roots of the Nine Evil Lotus Seal, Gong Ji will not be as good as the sky."

As soon as he thought of this, a sudden light of inspiration flashed in his mind. He opened his mouth and spit out the bone. He reached into his hand and smiled and said, "Why did I forget it? It's time to try its magical powers."

The Ghost King Valley is very vast. No matter the inner valley that is shrouded in mist all year round, it is an outer valley, which is thousands of feet long. The Ghost King Temple and the ten-story circling buildings only occupy one of the ten outer valleys.

Looking out from the outer valley, there are mostly evil mountains around.

At this moment, before approaching an unknown evil mountain in the inner valley, all the disciples of the ten generations of Guigu who have obtained the status of an inner sect disciple stood nervously, and behind them were a group of people. These people were the nine generations of disciples, and the masters of the ten generations of inner sect disciples in front of them who were about to face trials.

Now, everyone's eyes are all focused on a person. He is hunched and hunched. His former tall and burly outline is vaguely seen, his aura is dim, as if he can die at any time.

This person was the individual guest who presided over the ceremony. After a long time, he slowly turned around and looked at the ten generations of disciples. An inexplicable smile appeared on the face of a thousand-year-old tree. He silenced: "When I just entered Xuanyin, I also entered this Demon Valley... Demon Valley..."

At this point, a playful smile appeared on his face and closed his mouth.

This person's behavior immediately made the ten generations of disciples who were already very nervous. At this moment, the individual guest turned around silently, waved his long sleeves, and a ray of cold air popped up, and suddenly sank into the evil mountain.

Just in the sight of all the ten generations of disciples, the fierce peak gradually faded and disappeared, and the one that was taken was a black hole. The hole was not based on something, but was suspended in the air, like the eye of the wind, but it was pitch black and exuded a terrifying and fierce aura from time to time.

"Enter the valley." The individual guest waved his hand casually, and after speaking, he retreated to the side, sat cross-legged not far from the entrance of the cave, but he meditated and entered into meditation.

At this time, all the ten generations of inner sect disciples were nervous and looked back at their masters. These nine generations of disciples did not disappoint their disciples, and they called their disciples to their side and secretly stuffed one or two life-saving objects.

Then, ten generations of inner sect disciples of the Xuanyin Ghost King Valley entered the Demon Valley and began!
Chapter completed!