Xu Qing, Xu Qing shook his head.

When did the three gods of the sun, moon and stars appear in Yanyue, and whether they are related to this conspiracy, this question is meaningless to Xu Qing.

"Now, the biggest thing for me..."

"That's how to transform Jiuli sealed in the purple crystal into my combat power and improve my cultivation!"

"Let them truly merge with me!"

Xu Qing looked decisive and already had the answer deep in his heart as to how to do this.

"I now have three divine treasures and one emperor's sword secret treasure. I still need one to complete it..."

"Originally, it can be formed in the form of a red mother, but there are hidden dangers."

"And now... if Jiuli is refined into a secret treasure, everything will be easily solved. Jiuli, as the pinnacle of witchcraft, can be so valued by the Spider God, which shows that his personality is by no means weak or even greater than that of Chi Mu.

The probabilities are transcendent.”

"It is very suitable to make it my fifth secret treasure. It is a witch treasure!"

"After becoming my Wu Zang, nature will be completely integrated with me and will not be separated easily, and Jiuli's mist will also become my means!"

A faint light appeared in Xu Qing's eyes.

He felt extremely strongly about Wu Yuan Gray Mist, and knew how overbearing it contained the rejection of gods and cultivation.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing stood up, looked solemn, and bowed to Jiuli.

In this prayer, we worship cause and effect, and we worship brilliance.

Then he sat down, closed his eyes, and started refining!

At the same time, in the depths of the Jiuli Forbidden City, some distance away from him, the suppression of the shrine by the three gods had also ended.

As the three gods' shrines dissipated, the mud on the ground returned to normal, and the surrounding mist flowed, covering all traces.

Under the mud, the seal of the spider god in the shrine became more intense, and its last breath seemed to be showing signs of being extinguished.

The mountain of ashes beneath it was business as usual, without any changes.

However, deep in the mountain where outsiders cannot explore, there is a sigh that echoes faintly.

It was a figure hidden in the mountain of ashes.

This figure exudes the meaning of vicissitudes and years, and is extremely ancient.

He was as motionless as a dead corpse.

But at this moment, he opened his eyes.

If there were any monks from the Yanyue Xuantian Clan here who could clearly see the appearance of this person, they would definitely be shocked to the extreme.
Chapter completed!