To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 30 The Tribulation of the Frost Moon Altar

call! There is still heavy snow in Shuangyuetan Canyon.

Strong cold wind mixed with snowflakes were raging in the canyon.

Ordinary people walking among them might not even be able to open their eyes.

Amidst the heavy snowfall, there is a place where thick snow accumulates at the bottom of the canyon.

Suddenly an arm stretched out from the thick snow covering the ground and dug out a snow cave.

The young man first stuck out his head and carefully observed his surroundings with his narrow eyes.

As far as the eye can see, except for the wind and snow in the sky, there is no trace of any monks.

After confirming that there was no danger, he slowly climbed out of the snow pit.

casually patting the snow residue still attached to his clothes, Kong Jiao squinted his head in the wind and snow and looked up at the sky, as if to confirm the time.

It is already noon at the Frost Moon Altar.

It's just that the sun in the center of the sky has been obscured by the wind and snow, and only an outline can be seen.

The heat that fell did not dispel the coldness of the Frost Moon Altar. The cold wind was still raging here, and the goose-feather-like snow continued to increase the thickness of the snow on the ground.

Only a moment after Kong Jiao came out, another layer of snowflakes was attached to his body and hair.

He didn't bother to clear the snow.

Holding the Jiangshuang Canjing in his hand, he looked in the direction of the Shuangyue Altar and slowly touched it.

On weekdays, there were monks passing by from time to time, or there were fighting scenes at Shuangyue Altar, but now there was only deathly silence.

The chilling atmosphere left in the air made the world even colder.

Due to Kong Jiao's cold-resistant nature, but also because he was stimulated by the murderous aura remaining in the air, he couldn't help but shudder.

"What kind of person is this Han Dong? He's only in the Seventh Level of Wheel-Nurturing. His murderous aura is so overbearing." Although he was complaining in his mind, Kong Jiao's expression became even more fearful.

After walking for about a tea hour, he saw the first corpse.

Most of the body was covered by snow, leaving only a piece of human skin wrapped around it, and its face, as skinny as a mummy, was still exposed outside the snow.

Now it is also frozen into an ice sculpture.

Kong Jiao could see deep fear in the remains of the mummy's expression before death.

He just glanced at it lightly and passed by the corpse silently.

As he gradually approached the Frost Moon Altar, more and more corpses appeared in front of him.

Their deaths all have one characteristic, that is, they were sucked dry by some kind of force.

Kong Jiao knew that this was Han Dong's method.

It proved that these people all died at the hands of Han Dong.

"This guy is really brave. These dead people come from several sects. Isn't he afraid of being hunted down by many sects together?" Kong Jiao thought so, and smiled at himself.

"Yes, he was originally on the Ashen Parasol Sect's bounty list. It's not just Ashen Parasol Sect that wants him. What else is he afraid of?"

In fact, Kong Jiao's hiding place is not far from the center of Shuangyue Altar.

It's just that he walked very slowly, trembling with fear at every step, and his body clung to the obstacle.

The distance that could be covered with a cup of tea, he just walked with a stick of incense.

At any rate, he finally entered the dilapidated buildings of Shuangyue Altar without any danger.

With the cover of those broken walls and ruins, Kong Jiao also felt a sense of security. He jumped into the remains of a building at the right time, and slowly moved forward using the gaps in the collapsed buildings.

Although it is slow, it is safer.

Finally, he touched a higher place on the Frost Moon Altar, close to the central altar.

The view from this position was excellent. Kong Jiao leaned down and used the gaps between the buildings to inspect the current situation of Shuangyue Altar from a high position.

What he saw were shocking corpses that were mostly covered by the wind and snow. All of them were frozen by the cold air, turning into ice sculptures standing in the wind and snow.

"I'm afraid there's not a single living person left in the entire Shuangyue Altar."

Kong Jiao swallowed secretly, thinking this.

Suddenly his eyes shrank, and he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.

Then his eyes were fixed on the altar of Frost Moon Altar, the figure in red that was almost covered by snow.

Han Dong!

The culprit who started the massacre at Shuangyue Altar has not left yet.

He was sitting on top of the altar, still wrapped in the falling snow.

His hands formed some kind of seal, and he seemed to be guiding some Taoist magic.

During this process, Han Dong was carving clay and wood sculptures, as if he had no consciousness.

This made Kong Jiao's body, which was tense because of seeing Han Dong, slowly relax.

"It seems I'm lucky!" Kong Jiao wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and smiled happily.

Kong Jiao didn't see Han Dong's appearance clearly when he met him for the first time.

Now, from this position, his appearance can be seen clearly.

His cheeks have soft curves, his eyebrows tend to be feminine, his nose is high, and his long hair is meticulously combed.

In terms of facial features alone, he is definitely the most handsome man Kong Jiao has ever seen.

A red dress makes his appearance even more gorgeous.

But from the appearance, no one would have thought that this was a murderous man who had slaughtered all of Shuangyue Altar and had a great reputation.

At first, Kong Jiao was still wondering what Han Dong was doing.

The answer soon came.

Traces of blood-colored mist began to be peeled off from the dead corpses on all sides of the Frost Moon Altar.

They gathered towards Han Dong in the center of the altar.

Then it penetrated into his body.

With every ray of blood absorbed, Han Dong's momentum increased.

Seeing this scene, Kong Jiao couldn't help but think of what the woman who blocked his way said.

She once mentioned the word 'blood food'.

Now Kong Jiao seems to understand the meaning of those two words.

"Han Dong actually used the spiritual blood of monks to practice. Is this why he massacred Shuangyue Altar?" Horror flashed in Kong Jiao's eyes.

"No wonder he's wanted."

In this way, Han Dong's purpose of coming to Shuangyue Altar becomes clear.

After searching the surrounding areas under the leadership of several sects, I could not find anything like Frost Moon Altar. They were all places below the sixth level of Wheel-Nurturing, and there were a large number of monks.

This is a place specially provided for several sects of herbal collectors to collect Yuening Bingzhi. It is simply tailor-made for Han Dong and the most perfect place for cultivation.

"He's unconscious now. How about..." Kong Jiao was lying behind a crack in the stone, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, hesitating whether to take action.

But this unrealistic idea was quickly forgotten by him.

With his broken body, he couldn't even kill the woman who was the gatekeeper in the sixth realm of Wheel-Nurturing.

Regardless of whether Han Dong is really unconscious now, his current state is obviously stronger than before.

If you can't kill it with one hit, alert it.

A hundred of himself are not enough to kill him, so there is no need to take this risk.

Moreover, Kong Jiao could clearly see the cloud above Han Dong's head, which represented his luck.

That luck is as white as snow, comparable to Shangguan Yuzhou's luck.

This kind of lucky Prodigy is not so easy to kill.

"It's okay, no one will bother me to look for opportunities." Kong Jiao didn't dare to take the risk of killing someone, but if he just wanted to look for opportunities, there would be no problem at all.

Taking one last look at Han Dong's location, Kong Jiao disappeared into the ruins of the wall again.

Just the moment Kong Jiao left.

What he didn't expect was that at the moment when his murderous intent flashed.

In the center of the altar, Han Dong's closed eyes and brows twitched without trace.

But as Kong Jiao's murderous intent faded away, Han Dong returned to his nonchalant appearance.

The Jiangshuang Canjing emitted light in a certain direction, and Kong Jiao followed the guidance of the light and came to an old stone room.

The ground here has traces left by many people stepping on it.

It proves that more than one herb collector has been here.

The light of the residual scriptures shines on the walls of this stone chamber.

Kong Jiao walked in to observe.

The material of the stone wall is very ordinary, as if it is made of ordinary mountain bluestone.

There are also obvious traces of time on it, and many cold-resistant bryophytes have climbed all over the wall, making its original plain wall even less eye-catching.

"Is there a secret passage behind the wall?"

Kong Jiao narrowed his eyes, and after thinking for a moment, his spiritual energy gathered in his palms, and he tentatively struck out towards the wall.

boom!

A palm that was enough to penetrate the stone wall only made a dull sound when it hit the stone wall.

On the entire stone wall, except for some moss that was shaken off, not even a single stone fragment fell from the wall itself.

On the contrary, Kong Jiao's palm, after touching the stone wall, was slightly numb by the force of the shock inside the wall.

"It's really weird!" The hardness of the stone wall made Kong Jiao give up the idea of ​​forcing a breakthrough.

He began to lean down, groping inch by inch on the stone wall that was as cold as ice due to the climate, and his eyes carefully scanned every inch.

Finally, he touched a depression five feet near the ground.

Kong Jiao's eyes lit up and he cleaned up the remaining moss in the depression.

Just showing a crescent-shaped mark.

At this point, there is no need to hesitate anymore. Kong Jiao picked up the Jiangshuang Sutra and slowly inserted it into the depression.

The stone chamber fell into immersion.

The development Kong Jiao expected did not happen.

"Huh?" Kong Jiao's brows knitted together uncontrollably.

Looking at the Jiangshuang Cansutra perfectly embedded in the stone wall, he recalled in his mind the reaction of the Jiangshuang Cansutra to his spiritual power.

He immediately stretched out his palm and tentatively injected the frost-falling spiritual power into the body of Canjing.

This time there was indeed a reaction.

rumble! The stone wall that Kong Jiao could not shake before with all his strength now made a violent roar and the entire stone wall was shaking.

The bryophytes that have climbed over the stone walls over the years are falling to the ground.

The original black and blue appearance of the stone wall was revealed.

Then, mysterious lines of white light slowly emerged, centered on Kong Jiao's residual sutra that focused on Entering Spirit power.

An existence similar to some kind of formation was formed on the stone wall.

The next moment!

Boom!

Dazzling white light burst out from the formation on the stone wall.

Kong Jiao's entire body was enveloped, and the entire stone chamber was swallowed up by the light.

When the light dissipated, Kong Jiao and the frost-remnant scriptures on the stone wall had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed.

The stone chamber returned to silence.

(End of chapter)