"It's the witch cultivator's altar!"

"Fortunately, there is no mask!"

"I didn't expect there was an altar of witch cultivators here. In this way, that evil soul, which is transformed by the soul of witch cultivators in this altar?"

"It's so poisonous, damn witch cultivator!"

The third son of Guiyin fell down one after another. When he saw the altar and statue, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhou Shu looked a little calm and took two steps back, "Several seniors, are there many witch cultivators altars in Taiyin Mountain?"

It sounds like they have all seen the altar and many of them.

He had no fondness for the altar and statue of the witch cultivator, and was even a little worried. Even now, he did not dare to say that he had absolutely certainty to deal with the terrifying curse power in Qingyuan Valley.

Wu Xiu is really too mysterious. He will not touch these easily before he can fully understand them.

Xuan Ningzi looked at Zhou Shu and shook his head unconsciously, "My friend, don't call us seniors, we really can't bear it."

Xuan Jizi followed, "Yes, what my friend did before is incredible. I really don't have the right to be my friend's senior."

Xuan Yizi was even more direct and shouted to Zhou Shu directly, "Senior."

Zhou Shu smiled slightly and did not refute, "What do you think of any of you? I just want to know about the altar now."

Xuan Ningzi nodded and explained, "Young friend said it well. There are indeed many witch cultivators altars in Taiyin Mountain, which were left behind when Nan Zhanzhou invaded Dongshengzhou. I am afraid there will be tens of thousands of them. However, I have only seen two of them in front of me, and they are much smaller than this one."

"It's the altar of the great monks in the witch cultivator. What we saw before was much worse than this."

"No wonder that evil soul is so strong."

Xuan Yizi nodded, "But now that the evil soul has been destroyed, you don't have to pay attention to this altar."

Zhou Shu stuttered slightly, "Don't you care. Are you not worried about the power of curses in this statue?"

"The power of curse?"

Xuan Ningzi showed a hint of suspicion and then said, "My friend knows a lot, but this statue and the altar have nothing to do with the curse."

Zhou Shu seemed to have thoughts, "I would like to hear the details."

"My friend knows the power of curses, and I believe that witch cultivators are divided into three categories. One type relies on the spirit spirit and is good at using the spirit sealing technique, but this kind of witch cultivator never builds an altar. The other type is the mysterious cursed witch cultivator. They use the magic cultivator well, and the magic cultivator can attach the power of gods to make their opponents die in an inexplicable way. The other type also relies on the power of gods to strengthen themselves and exert their ability to surpass themselves. The latter two witch cultivators will build an altar because they both need to sacrifice to gods to gain power."

Xuan Ningzi said slowly, "The difference is that the witch cult who is good at cursing sacrifices is the witch god Xiang Miao, while the witch cult who strengthens himself sacrifices is the witch god Xiang Liang."

Zhou Shu looked at the statue, "Is this the witch god Xiang Liang?"

"good."

Xuan Jizi nodded, "It is rumored that Xiang Liang and Xiang Miao are twins with the same appearance, but the difference is that one wears a mask and the other does not wear it."

Xuan Yizi followed, "The Wu Xiu would never make mistakes with the gods he sacrificed, so this would definitely not be related to the curse. If Xiang Miao was worshipped here, I would have advised the young master to leave long ago."

"So that's it, thank you three for your advice."

Zhou Shu nodded slowly and let go of a lot of heart.

"Most witch cultivators who strengthen themselves, if their bodies and souls are not destroyed, will attach their souls to the statue. On the one hand, they can prove their respect for the witch god and sacrifice themselves to the witch god. On the other hand, they also hope to gain power from the sacrifices and have the possibility of awakening and resurrection in the future."

Xuan Ningzi looked at the statue and said slowly, "It seems that he has not succeeded, but has transformed into a demonic soul. However, it is also a bit strange. This situation rarely happens. It will either be completely annihilated, or the soul will wake up after sleeping."

The other two people couldn't help but nodded. They had never seen this before and couldn't help thinking.

Zhou Shu looked around, his eyes stopped in front of the four jade pillars beside the altar, "What are these jade pillars?"

"Yuzhu?"

Xuan Ningzi followed and looked over, slightly surprised, "The witch cultivator only knows how to build altars with bones, never use jade. How could there be jade here?"

Zhou Shu was thinking this way, and he couldn't help but radiate a lot of spiritual consciousness and explored into the jade pillar.

He felt a little confused. The jade pillar was covered with many inexplicable black fog, and some scattered residual souls floated in the black fog, in an unconscious state, as if they were dead.

Soon, Xuan Ningzi also noticed this, his face changed slightly, and he said in surprise, "Ah, I understand!"

"Brother, what do you understand?"

"Look at these jade pillars."

Several people stood in front of a jade pillar and entered the jade pillar. Their expressions gradually changed, and they showed some joy.

A little weird.

Zhou Shu didn't understand, so he shook his head slightly and waited for them to explain.

"My friend, it turns out that this altar has been tampered with."

Xuan Ningzi quickly explained, "There is a sleeping ancient soul in the jade pillar. It seems that after the witch cultivator entered the altar, the monks in Dongshengzhou set up the Four-son Soul Locking Formation in order to stop him from offering sacrifices to the witch god. The Four-son Soul Locking Formation did not have any array talismans, and it had nothing to do with the formation. They just used themselves as the array eye, sacrificed themselves, sealed their souls into the jade pillar, and made a swearing to suppress the souls in the statue forever. There is no end."

Zhou Shu was shocked, "There is such a formation?"

He has obtained the inheritance of formations and is well-versed in many formations, but he has never heard of such a decisive formation. He uses himself as a formation and sacrifices himself to seal his opponent.

Totally sacrificing oneself as a human being is contrary to cultivating immortality.

"Yes, I have only seen it in the classics of the sect. It is better to say it is a magic trick to get together..."

Xuan Ningzi sighed quite emotionally, "There are no such monks now, and the Four Sons' Soul Locking Array has long been lost. I never thought that I could see real examples here. There are really many places for ancient monks to learn from."

"Thinking about the Southeast War, it's really tragic."

Xuan Jizi also felt the same way, "I don't know how many immortal cultivators in Dongshengzhou have given their own everything to resist Nan Zhanzhou and even ignored the path of immortality. For the monks in Dongshengzhou, these four people are role models."

"It's really worth admiring."

Zhou Shu nodded unconsciously and smiled, "But in my opinion, what you did is not worse than these four ancient monks."

Xuan Ningzi shook his head, "My friend praised it. It was our fault. If we had informed other sects earlier, we would have a way to remedy it together. It was our mistake in choosing, so we can only be responsible."

Xuan Jizi sighed lightly, "Yes, it would have been great if I had told Elder Lin at that time, alas."

Xuan Yizi shouted, "What are you talking about? The evil soul is gone!"

The few people were slightly stunned, as if they suddenly realized it. They immediately looked at Zhou Shu together, wanting to get an explanation from Zhou Shu.
Chapter completed!