To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 154 Snow Burial Lu Wenji

call!

The autumn wind is bleak, and the Xiling Mountains finally usher in the change of seasons when the first green leaves in the mountains turn into withered yellow.

There is a hint of chilling in the mountain breeze, carrying the withered yellow leaves crumbling on the branches and leaves, and blowing them into the distance.

Many dead leaves floated on the golden wind into the bottomless abyss at the entrance of Xihuang Paradise.

Only a few lucky leaves cling to the rock wall.

It was mid-afternoon, and several embarrassed figures quickly crawled out from the bottom of the huge pit. They finally escaped from the dark pit and bathed in the sunset.

"Hahaha, I finally made it out alive!"

Looking at the long-lost scenery outside the giant pit, some people were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

In the dangerous situation of sudden changes in the blessed land and landslides and landslides, those who can get the opportunity to come out of the blessed land of Xihuang are the lucky ones.

One of them, a young man with a handsome face and a tall figure, seemed relatively calm.

When the treasure house of Xihuang Paradise collapsed, he picked up a lot of good things.

"Although the process was dangerous and dangerous, if we were able to escape alive, this trip can be regarded as achieving its goal."

Even though Qiao Tianyu had a calm temperament, he couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth and raise it slightly.

As the 65th person on the Hidden Dragon List, as long as he doesn't compete with Han Honghua and others for opportunities, as long as he participates in other opportunities, he can almost get a share of the pie.

It is precisely because of this calm judgment that he has gained today.

Thinking of this, Qiao Tianyu glanced at a figure hidden in the gap below the rock wall of the giant pit.

The man was covered in blood and his face was as pale as paper. He was obviously seriously injured.

Even though he was seriously injured, his impressive aura still made Qiao Tianyu fearful.

"Lu Wenji?"

Qiao Tianyu naturally recognized Lu Wenji, the immortal seedling of the Dingyue Sect and the Poyue Sword who was ranked 20th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

Before entering Xihuang Paradise, Lu Wenji was almost recognized by the younger generation in Wudong, second only to the Dragon Head and the Princess, ranking third as Prodigy.

Until he was defeated in the West Huang Paradise.

Looking at Lu Wenji now, he has not yet recovered from the injuries he suffered in that battle.

"That person was obviously a killer that day, and Lu Wenji almost died."

"What is he doing? Is he hiding down there to prevent that person from killing him?"

Seeing Lu Wenji's cautious and embarrassed look now, which was no longer as domineering as before, Qiao Tianyu shook his head repeatedly.

He thought that Lu Wenji might be worrying too much.

Even if Lu Wenji was defeated by his opponent that day, he was still an immortal seedling of Dingyue Sect, and no one would block the giant pit just to kill him.

Dingyue Sect is still quite intimidating in this vast Wudong.

Killing him would be like slapping Ding Yuezong in the face, and he would surely bear the wrath of Ding Yuezong.

"Being defeated, even the arrogance of a genius was defeated, and he looked so lackluster." Qiao Tianyu thought to himself.

After thinking about it, Qiao Tianyu stood on the huge pit to identify the direction and prepared to leave here.

Suddenly, the golden breeze brought a hint of coolness, clinging to Qiao Tianyu's face.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, pressed it on his face, and put something cold in his hand.

It was actually a snowflake.

"Snow? It's winter?" Qiao Tianyu's eyes showed doubts. He remembered that the current season had just entered autumn.

Just when he was wondering if he had remembered the wrong time.

The first snowflake is just the beginning.

Phew~

Snowflakes fell one after another from the sky accompanied by the cold wind, landing on Qiao Tianyu's clothes and hair.

In just a few breaths, Qiao Tianyu's body was covered.

The temperature around the sinkhole dropped sharply.

The ground quickly froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The coldness came from all directions, so cold that Qiao Tianyu shuddered subconsciously and hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist the cold.

Something even more shocking happened to him.

His spiritual power seemed to not exist under this coldness.

The bone-piercing cold instantly made Qiao Tianyu's limbs cold.

Several other monks who crawled out of the giant pit also showed shocked expressions.

"Damn it, isn't it just early autumn? Why is it starting to snow?"

"This sudden change in the world is not a good sign."

"No, this snow is weird. Even my spiritual power can't resist the coldness coming in."

Qiao Tianyu and the few monks who climbed out only felt the coldness, and no other particularly dangerous situation occurred.

His eyes moved to Lu Wenji, who was hiding in the gap on the rock wall of the giant pit.

His brows also wrinkled because of the snowflakes that suddenly fell from the sky.

Especially around the rock wall where he was hiding, under his gaze, it was slowly covered with a layer of white frost.

The biting coldness made him look even paler as his spiritual energy in his body was already blocked.

At this time, he also heard the exclamations from the monks above the huge pit, and subconsciously reached out to catch a snowflake, trying to find out the reason.

Then, a scene happened that made his eyes shrink.

Those that fell on other monks and on the surrounding trees and rocks were as white as ordinary snowflakes.

The moment it fell on his palm and touched his skin.

Lu Wenji felt a chill in his palms.

puff!

The snowflakes seemed to turn into sharp blades, directly tearing a bloodstain deep into the bone on his palm.

Blood spurts out.

But because of the coldness of the snowflakes, Lu Wenji's pain was numbed, and for a while he couldn't feel the pain.

But that bright red color cannot fool anyone.

"Kong Jiao!" Lu Wenji's eyes narrowed and he called out Kong Jiao's name in a calm tone.

Such cold Taoism has affected the world of Jukeng. Apart from Kong Jiao who possesses the essence of frost and snow, who else in Wudong can do it?

But Lu Wenji looked around and couldn't see Kong Jiao.

This made his face look even more ugly.

Knowing that his position had been exposed, he no longer stayed in the gap.

He mobilized the difficult spiritual power in his body and rushed out.

The moment he set off.

call! The snow is floating like catkins.

The wind and snow in the giant pit are getting worse.

The snowflakes around Lu Wenji all attacked him as if they were conscious.

At a glance, there are tens of millions of them, densely packed and overwhelming.

Every snowflake was as sharp as a blade, like a messenger from the underworld seeking life. This scene made Lu Wenji's face turn pale instantly.

But he is not a lamb that is easily killed. In times of crisis, he forcibly mobilizes the mud-like spiritual power in his body to swing a sword.

"Dingyue!"

With Lu Wenji's roar, a phantom of a mountain formed around his figure, guarding him firmly.

By using this sword, Lu Wenji forcibly redirected the spiritual power that had been stagnated due to being hit by the Sanling Cream, causing irreversible damage to his meridians, and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

At this time, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ran towards the huge pit without looking back.

He originally thought that his Dingyue sword, which had the strongest defense, could withstand this wave of snow blade attacks.

Just when he turned around.

A scene happened that made his face change wildly.

Ding ding ding! Dense bloody blades covered the sky and covered the ground. They looked like soft snowflakes, but they were terrifyingly sharp.

In an instant, his Dingyue Sword Power was cut into pieces.

This scene not only made Lu Wenji's eyes dazzle.

Even Qiao Tianyu, who saw this scene in the giant pit, showed an inexplicable expression of horror.

That is Lu Wenji's strongest defensive sword power, the Poyue Sword, the Dingyue Sword Power.

It was as fragile as paper in front of the snowflakes in the sky.

"Who made the move? Who in Wudong has ice-based Taoism that can reach this level!" Cold sweat broke out on Qiao Tianyu's forehead.

Each snowflake in the sky has the power to kill someone.

Fortunately, the person who took action did not have any murderous intentions towards him, otherwise he might have died before Lu Wenji.

Although Dingyue's sword force on the other side was defeated, it still gave Lu Wenji a moment of breathing time.

He had to forcefully raise his spiritual power again, and flew into the huge pit without looking back.

Just when his feet touched the ground, what he saw was a scene that made him even more desperate.

It turned out that not only the inside of the giant pit was covered in wind and snow, but also the entire area within a few miles of landing was covered in snow.

The white snow in the sky intertwined into a dragnet, and the sky was frozen and the earth was closed.

During the period of complete victory, there may be hope for a breakthrough.

But now, it is completely impossible for me.

An unreasonable feeling of despair arose in Lu Wenji's heart.

"Ah!" Lu Wenji roared to the sky.

He couldn't accept this fact, so he solemnly decided to become the immortal seedling of Yuezong.

The first Sword Dao of the younger generation in Wudong may even reach the realm of palm life, and it is impossible for him to die here.

"Kong Jiao!" Strong unwillingness and anger made Lu Wenji call out Kong Jiao's name directly.

Then his eyes quickly swept around, trying to find Kong Jiao. As long as he killed Kong Jiao before the wind and snow came, he still had a chance of survival.

But he saw nothing.

He only saw the few monks who escaped from the West Huang Paradise with him and Qiao Tianyu.

This made Lu Wenji unable to even find someone to fight for.

In the short period of time when he was stunned.

call! At this time, Bai Xue from behind came to attack again with murderous intent.

The falling snow ahead is also mixed with the cold wind, coming from both directions.

The cold murderous intent has surrounded him from all sides, making it impossible to avoid or escape.

But Lu Wenji would not give up just like that. There was fierceness in his eyes. He ignored the irreversible damage to the meridians caused by forcibly stimulating spiritual power and frantically improved his cultivation level.

Even though he was bleeding from all his orifices and spitting blood from his mouth, he did not hesitate.

When he reached the peak of his cultivation, countless blood even oozed from his pores, starting with a bloody man.

"Kill!" With the might of his sword, Lu Wenji swung his strongest sword towards the snow that was attacking from the front.

Boom! The monstrous Sword Intent condensed into a stone sword as big as a mountain, nearly a hundred feet long and towering.

The stone sword fell straight into the sky and collided with the snowflakes in the sky.

Boom! The rolling sword force actually briefly shook the snowflakes flying in the sky.

This scene made Qiao Tianyu's eyes sparkle and he sighed: "He is worthy of being the number one Sword Dao player in Wudong! This Sword Intent is already perfect."

However, the snowflakes seemed to be endless. After the flying snowflakes, new ones fell.

Constantly eroding the stone sword.

Finally, in Lu Wenji’s desperate eyes.

Click! The stone sword was cut into pieces in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow continued unabated, heading towards Lu Wenji overwhelmingly.

The snow all over the sky condensed together, gathered into a dragon shape, roared, and completely covered the area in an instant.

"No!" In the wind and snow, Lu Wenji pretended to be crazy and roared unwillingly.

boom! The next moment.

The sound stopped suddenly.

Countless winds and snow passed through where Lu Wenji was standing, and the blood stains dyed the snowflakes red.

Qiao Tianyu and the five or six monks who had not gone far around the pit looked at him with disbelief.

Lu Wenji's already riddled body was exposed.

His body had been pierced at least thousands of times, with dense scars all over his body, and not a single piece of intact skin could be seen.

Then in Qiao Tianyu's complicated eyes.

Plop! Lu Wenji, who had been all-powerful in Wudong for a long time, slowly fell into a pool of blood, without any trace of life left.

Poyue Sword, who was ranked 20 on the Hidden Dragon List, died, and a Sword Dao genius fell.

Everyone present, whether it was Qiao Tianyu or the few monks who had witnessed the process, were silent.

There was only the endless sound of howling wind and snow.

They have a spine-chilling chill.

The majestic Po Yue Sword Lu Wenji actually died in front of them without anyone seeing him.

"Kong Jiao! Lu Wenji called Kong Jiao's name before he died. Who is he!" Suddenly a monk reacted and asked the monk next to him in a trembling voice.

Everyone looked confused.

None of them are on the Hidden Dragon List, and I have heard of this person's name.

Only Qiao Tianyu, silent for a while, responded to them lightly: "The unborn immortal seedling of Ashen Parasol Sect once tied with Yuan Xiao, the immortal seedling of the Tempering Golden Sect."

These two simple prefixes are enough to prove the importance of the name Kong Jiao.

Lu Wenji called out Kong Jiao's name before he died, so there is no doubt that it was Kong Jiao who killed him!

But what kind of Taoism can affect the environment to the extent that it can change the climate of this small world.

Qiao Tianyu soon found the answer from the depths of his memory, and uttered five words with a solemn expression: "Fengtao buried the snow!"

Apart from that rumor, Qiao Tianyu could not find any other explanation.

If the technique in front of me is really Fengtao Burying Xue, then the ancestor of Xueyin, who represents hundreds of years of history, has been born!

While the monks were digesting Lu Wenji's death and the meaning of Kong Jiao's name.

rustle!

Outside the frozen snow, a figure slowly stepped onto the battlefield.

Not a single snowflake touched his body.

Every piece of white snow that was about to fall on him would move out of the way and circle around him instead.

Along the way, the wind and snow, which had been murderous before, hovered around him docilely like a pet, like an elf in the snow.

It wasn't until he got closer that Qiao Tianyu could see his appearance clearly.

His face immediately stiffened and turned pale.

Isn't this the man who competed with him for the title of disciple of the blessed land under the huge pit?

"He is Kong Jiao!" Cold sweat broke out on Qiao Tianyu's back. He felt as if he had walked around the gate of hell without realizing it.

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