To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 133 Snow Sacrifice

After scolding, seeing the gray fog filling his eyes, Kong Jiao's hands were not idle either.

He slapped the wine bottle on his waist suddenly.

Wow!

A large amount of clear water poured out from the mouth of the pot, and then condensed at the broken door.

Finally, just when the gray mist was about to pour into the room, it turned into a wall of cold black ice.

"I don't know if it can be blocked!" Standing five feet away from the inner door, Kong Jiao stared at the ice wall tightly, feeling uneasy.

Fortunately, a few breaths passed and the gray mist showed no tendency to spread in. Only then did Kong Jiao let out a deep breath.

In just a few short breaths, his back was already soaked.

He had even prepared for the worst just now, releasing Xianyu Yanhe to deal with the unknown dangers in the gray fog.

His gaze shifted to the other monks entering the Xihuang Small Blessed Land.

Facing the gray fog of Anomaly, anyone with a sound mind would choose to avoid the edge temporarily.

Or find a tree hole in the forest and seal the entrance.

Either a cave, or like Kong Jiao, lucky enough to find shelter.

In short, no one wants to be shrouded in that gray fog.

But there are also unlucky people who really can't find a place to take shelter when the gray fog hits.

A monk with a white face and no beard, dressed like a scholar, dug a hole on the spot, hoping to avoid the gray fog.

Just when he lay silently in the hole, not daring to breathe.

Ta-ta-ta!

He heard a series of soft footsteps in the darkness, coming closer and closer, and finally disappeared above the hole he had dug.

The disappearance of the voice made the monk dressed as a scholar hold his breath.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked above the cave. He vaguely saw a dark shadow lying at the entrance of the cave, seemingly observing him.

"Go to hell!" Whoever dares to enter this little blessed place in Xihuang to grab a chance is not a desperado.

The scholar-monk in the seventh realm of Wheel-Nurturing unleashed all his strength and struck his strongest blow at the figure.

A blazing wave of fire spurted out from the cave, and tongues of fire rushed out of the ground for more than ten feet, completely engulfing the figure.

However, after two or three breaths, everything fell silent.

In the cave, the figure of the scholar and monk has disappeared.

Only the cave that was burned by his flame technique was left, with some heat still rising.

The same scene continues to play out in Xihuang Little Blessed Land.

Many monks disappeared into the gray mist the moment it spread over.

There were also strong monks who resisted, but within two or three breaths, there was no movement.

This small blessed place in Xihuang fell into deathly silence under the spread of gray fog.

The surviving monks hid in their hiding places, silently waiting for the fog to dissipate.

Kong Jiao is one of them.

After he sealed the door with black ice, he carefully observed it for a long time. After confirming that nothing would break in, he looked away with confidence.

"What a risk!" He breathed a sigh of relief, and Kong Jiao's tense body slowly relaxed.

Although I don’t know what will happen after being swallowed by the gray fog, it is probably not a good thing.

After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Kong Jiao suddenly realized that the room was dark and there was no light at all.

The surroundings were eerily silent.

If he didn't have the power of spiritual consciousness to observe his surroundings, Kong Jiao would probably have a black eye in this environment.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and take out the oil lamp from Qiankun Bag.

But the moment his palm pressed against the Qiankun Bag, his reason stopped him from taking action.

"What if there is something in the gray mist, and if this oil lamp lights up, wouldn't it mean that I have fallen into a trap?" Kong Jiao thought to himself, and for the sake of safety, he finally gave up the idea of ​​taking out the light source.

But just staying in this room with nothing to do is not an option.

Especially now that the situation is uncertain, you can hear needles dropping all around, and the room still smells musty.

Kong Jiao always felt a little uneasy and had to do something to distract himself.

"Cultivation is impossible. I don't have such a big heart to practice in this environment." After Kong Jiao thought about it for a while, he thought of something and slapped the Qiankun Bag with his palm.

On the ground in the house where he was standing, two corpses of a demon, a man, and two people appeared immediately.

The corpse of the monk was the sword cultivator who sneaked up on him in the giant pit. He was killed by Kong Jiao and thrown into the Qiankun Bag.

Monster is the Wheel-Nurturing Cockscomb Python that was killed by Han Honghua and thrown aside.

He died less than two hours ago, so it was very fresh.

After taking it out of the Qiankun bag, half of the head of the Youcai Cockscomb Python was blown off by Han Honghua, and the blood stains had not completely solidified.

Looking at the Monster corpse, Kong Jiao had a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was making a decision.

The cold clothing sacrificial snow technique he obtained from the ancestor Xueyin's inheritance was actually not complete.

Of course, the incompleteness here does not mean that the technique is incomplete, but that the Taoism he performed is not complete.

If you want to fully activate the magic of Hanyi Snow Sacrifice, you must not only master the complete program, but the most important part is the 'sacrifice'.

Sacrifice means sacrifice.

It is necessary to use Monster flesh and blood to perform sacrificial rituals and activate the power of frost and snow existing between heaven and earth for blessing.

Similar to the ancient method of worshiping heaven.

But the object of sacrifice is not the ancestors, but the power of frost and snow.

Kong Jiao has always felt that this method of sacrifice is somewhat evil.

After all, very few monks do this in Wudong today.

There are many such traditions in Gu territory. It is said that every time a sacrificial ceremony is performed, there will always be some unpredictable situations, good or bad.

But if the sacrificial method is not used, the power of the cold snow sacrificial technique will eventually be somewhat inferior.

"Since Ancestor Xueyin has included the art of worshiping snow in cold clothes in his inheritance, he shouldn't cheat his successor." Kong Jiao thought silently, as if to cheer himself up again.

In the end, I still couldn’t resist the temptation of the full version of Hanyi Sacrifice Snow Technique.

With today's Hanyi Snow Sacrifice Technique, Kong Jiao can rely on it to fight Xiao Lei Zun Qiao Tianyu, who is ranked 65th on the Hidden Dragon List, without using the Moon Wheel Seal or the Gui Po City Destroying Halberd. Do not fall behind in dozens of rounds.

If this is the final step of the Cold Clothes Snow Sacrifice Technique, wouldn't it be even more powerful?

What attracts Kong Jiao more than money?

The answer is an increase in strength.

"Ancestor Xueyin, bless you, your disciple from another generation, this is the ritual of sacrifice. Your spirit is in heaven, please don't cheat me." Kong Jiao knelt directly on the ground, muttering a lot of nonsense.

Then he turned his attention to the Monster corpse in front of him.

The ritual of offering sacrifices to snow in cold clothes is very particular.

The higher the strength of the object of sacrifice, the better the power blessing obtained by the Cold Clothes Sacrifice to Snow Technique will naturally be.

This is why when Kong Jiao saw the corpse of the Nine Realm Monster, he didn't immediately take blood.

Instead, he thought of the art of worshiping snow in cold clothes.

Because the Nine Realms is already the highest level in the Wheel-Nurturing Realm world.

If this Cockscomb Python from the Secret Cave is sacrificed, the Snow Sacrifice Skill in Cold Clothes will definitely be greatly improved.

With the decision made, Kong Jiao's actions were astonishing.

According to the procedures for worshiping snow left by ancestor Xue Yin, he first took out a bowl, cut a blood mark on his wrist, and still filled half the bowl with his own blood.

He hastily used the power of ice and snow to temporarily seal the wound.

He squeezed out half a bowl of Monster Blood that was about to solidify from the Monster corpse, and filled the remaining half of the bowl.

Let Monster Blood merge with your own blood.

Then he cut off a bunch of his hair, placed half of it in the bowl, and hung the other half of his hair outside the bowl.

After doing all this, Kong Jiao carefully placed the bowl filled with blood and hair on Monster's body.

There are words in his mouth:

"Once synesthesia is reduced, the eight changes will be achieved. Respond to what you ask for, and be kind without virtue."

"Hold your hands to offer sacrifices, sacrifice your blood to the sky, and worship the snow spirit."

After saying that, Kong Jiao formed a seal with his hands and shot out a series of spiritual arts on the blood bowl placed on Monster.

When the last seal falls.

Bang! The hair in the blood bowl ignited on its own.

In Kong Jiao's field of vision, the corpse of the Cockscomb Python from the Nine Realms Deep Cave shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The same thing that changed with Monster's corpse was the blood in the bowl.

They are also drying out quickly.

An unspeakable rhythm spread throughout the room, and then disappeared into the void.

"Huh?" Kong Jiao's expression was dull as he looked at what was happening in front of him.

He didn't feel any change in himself.

"Is that step wrong?" Kong Jiao's voice murmured to himself in the darkness.

On the other side, almost at the same time that Kong Jiao completed the sacrifice, at the edge of the boundary where Ashen Parasol Sect was located, a frost-white light pillar dropped from the long-dusted Frost Moon Altar.

Boom! The halo of light overflowed, illuminating the Frost Moon Altar that was still in the ice and snow.

After a brief flash of light, it disappeared into the void and disappeared again, as if it had never happened.

On the other side, in the mysterious space, Yue Ning Bingzhi twisted her body slightly, and with a childlike voice like a girl, she said with surprise: "For how many years, no one in Wudong has offered sacrifices to Xue Ling."

"Yi Zi Twelve, can you feel which direction the sacrifice is coming from? Who is it? Is it from our Guanghan Palace?"

"Of course they are from our Guanghan Palace." Yizi Twelve's gentle voice came out, and then fell into silence.

His eyes returned to Xihuang Little Blessed Land, into the dark room where Kong Jiao was.

Just when he was dumbfounded as he watched the sacrifices being 'enjoyed', but he did not receive the sacrificial blessing of the so-called cold clothes sacrificial snow technique, and was confused.

A ray of light crossed the void, bloomed from the darkness, and projected into Kong Jiao's body.

The next moment.

Buzz! The Cold Clothes and Snow Sacrifice technique activates automatically.

Covering Kong Jiao's whole body.

It's just that this time it's very different from the usual cold clothes and snow technique he used.

In the past, it was all soft gauze, softly wrapping Kong Jiao's whole body.

But this time, there were pieces of illusory scales, like soft armor that covered the body tightly, covering it from beginning to end.

Between the ten fingers, there are even sharp scales protruding out, emitting a cold luster.

The scales on the head formed an appearance like a beast opening its bloody mouth, showing a bit of ferocity.

"It's done!" A smile spread across the face of the 'new clothes' Kong Jiao, who felt that the Hanyi Sacrifice Snow Technique was much more powerful than before.

"Ancestor Xueyin will not deceive me!"

As usual, when Taoism makes progress, it is necessary to find a place to test its power.

But Kong Jiao's current situation obviously does not have that condition.

He followed the crystal clear ice wall and took a look at the outside world. He was still under the dark gray fog.

"I don't know when the gray fog will recede." Kong Jiao thought with a headache.

Then he restrained his successful transformation of the Hanyi Sacrifice Snow Technique, and used his spiritual consciousness to look at the corpse of the Nine Realm Demonic Python that he had sacrificed.

Originally, he was thinking that after the sacrifice, he would collect the Monster Blood from the corpse of the monster python, and then take some artifact refining materials from the corpse of the monster python.

After all, the Monster at the pinnacle of Wheel-Nurturing is full of treasures.

Who would have thought that after the sacrifice, the demon python's corpse would have completely lost its spirituality.

His whole body was shriveled up, almost all his flesh and blood had disappeared, and even the snake scales on the surface of the demon python that could be made into a Law Weapon had lost their luster.

Kong Jiao stretched out his hand and patted the demon python's body gently.

Wow! The already shriveled corpse of the monster python collapsed to the ground as if it had been dried for decades.

"The method of sacrifice is really Anomaly." Looking at the broken shells on the ground in front of him, a look of fear flashed in Kong Jiao's eyes.

Although his sacrifice this time was very successful, it did not affect his perception of being cautious about the sacrifice.

Fortunately, this snow sacrificial ceremony was personally tested by Ancestor Xue Yin, so Kong Jiao dared to use it.

(End of chapter)