To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

"What? What my father means is that Young Master Bingpo from the Foundation Building Realm can threaten my father from the Ghost Realm!" Wen Hongzhu exclaimed when he heard this, with a look of horror in his eyes.

His father is the strongest man in Quanzhou, with the strength of Youjing.

In the Tianqi Dynasty, that was a level that could reach the stage.

However, his father said, could Kong Jiao from the Foundation Building Realm threaten him?

Palace Master Wen didn't respond, and turned his gaze back to the center of the energy oscillation with a solemn expression.

The answer has been given in the place where a dragon and a tiger are fighting each other.

puff! The two energies competed in the void, and it ended with the white dragon being more powerful.

The cold ice and snow power shattered White Tiger's protective barrier and poured into White Tiger's body.

The White Tiger's monster body, which was several hundred feet long, was blown away for several miles by the snow dragon's bombardment. Its fur fell off and was torn apart with shocking blood stains.

He seemed to have been seriously injured.

"That witch cultivator is the ghost spirit."

"This Young Master Bingpo seems to have used a secret method to push his strength to the point of being naked." Looking at the White Tiger bleeding in the void, Wen Mansion Master responded to his daughter with a forced and calm voice, and was convinced What he just said.

Kong Jiao can hurt the Youjing witch cultivator, and he can also hurt Youjing himself.

Wen Hongzhu looked at the blood stains on White Tiger's body and was also silent.

Although she considers herself to be exceptionally talented, she is also arrogant.

All those arrogances at the moment seemed worthless in front of this young man.

While he was still working hard to break through to the realm of ascending the wheel, young men of the same age as himself were already able to crush the powerful ghost spirits.

On the other side, Kong Jiao did not give the ghost wizard Xiu Ze any chance to breathe.

The moment he was blasted away, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

"Kill him while he's sick!"

He held the dragon spring sound created by Lei Zun for him and took a step in the void.

boom! A high-spirited momentum burst out from Kong Jiao's body.

Then comes step two.

boom! The momentum was superimposed, and the air waves formed caused Kong Jiao's usually neatly combed black hair to dance all over the sky.

With every step he took, the aura entangled in his body increased.

Take seven steps in a row.

Kong Jiao's pressure was already erupting like a volcano, as dazzling as the sun in the dark night.

Palace Master Wen, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, turned pale.

As for Wen Hongzhu, she was directly injured by the momentum, her face turned pale, she couldn't help spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and she was feeling depressed.

Palace Master Wen quickly protected his daughter behind him and looked at the young man with wild black hair and wild eyes who looked completely different from the normal one. He exclaimed: "Throwing your body into the halberd is such a terrifying force. ', What a terrible boy!"

As for the powerful ghost spirit who was repulsed by the first halberd, his face changed wildly in the vast ocean-like momentum, and finally turned pale.

Looking at the young man who kept approaching him, he felt a sense of powerlessness and deep fear in his heart.

"I can't beat him!"

"escape!"

Kong Jiao's vast momentum has destroyed all the confidence of this powerful ghost spirit, and now he actually has no courage to resist.

After a scream, White Tiger quickly retreated to escape the void.

However, Kong Jiao would not give him this chance.

"Destroy the city!" With Kong Jiao's clear voice, the word "Destroy the City" resounded in the air.

Kong Jiao's body disappeared in a burst of spiritual energy.

An even bigger white dragon rose into the sky where Kong Jiao disappeared.

It was covered in pure white dragon scales, lifelike, its dragon body filled the sky, its eyes were full of coldness, and it soared towards the White Tiger who was trying to escape through the air.

The huge coercion swept across all directions with the movement of the snow dragon, pressing on White Tiger's huge body.

The movement that caused it to escape was stalled.

Under the threat of death, the fear in White Tiger's eyes has been replaced by madness.

Looking at the white dragon that was carrying the wind and snow, it looked like it was frantically using its last trump card.

"White Tiger Nether Transformation!"

Ouch! White Tiger roared into the sky, creating sound waves visible to the naked eye.

Its pure white hair turned into blood as it roared wantonly.

The bloody energy with bloodthirsty and crazy energy vibrated from the body that had turned into a blood tiger.

At this time, White Tiger seemed to have lost his mind, leaving only the madness of killing.

It forgot its fear and turned to face the white dragon.

In the void, the two giant beasts, the white dragon and the blood tiger, were approaching quickly, and they had not yet formally confronted each other.

The white dragon's momentum and the blood tiger's bloody energy had collided first and then together.

Buzz! ! !

The two majestic energies are like two meteors. In the void where their energies meet, they sputter out ripples of energy that sweep across all directions.

The sky and the earth were affected.

The clouds scattered in the sky, and the earth covered with hoarfrost was torn into ravines by the energy.

"Not good!" Palace Master Wen's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he said to Wen Hongzhu at a very fast speed: "This witch cultivator is already fighting for his life, and he has used methods that consume his lifespan. The winner is the winner." One blow here.”

After saying this, before his daughter could say anything, he had already grabbed her shoulders and backed away quickly.

He was able to survive the energy aftermath unharmed, but what he was afraid of was what would happen to his daughter.

Almost at the moment Palace Master Wen and his daughter pulled away and retreated.

"Roar!" The snow dragon transformed by Kong Jiao opened its mouth and burst into bursts of dragon roars, forcefully blasting a gap in the blood tiger's bloody energy.

Then the dragon body followed the gap and penetrated.

Continuously crushing the bloody energy blocking the front, he finally approached the Blood Tiger and swung his claw towards the latter.

White Tiger also clapped its claws and rushed forward frantically.

Bang!

Blood-colored energy and frost-white spiritual power intertwined in the void where dragon claws and tiger claws collided.

"Broken!" accompanied by a clear voice.

In the collision between the two energies, the white dragon finally gained the upper hand.

The vast aura gathered on Kong Jiao's body directly crushed the bloody energy spreading around White Tiger.

Even White Tiger's claws couldn't withstand the power of the white dragon, and one of its forelimbs exploded.

"Impossible!" Under the severe pain, the madness in White Tiger's eyes finally dissipated, revealing humanized fear. His trump card was actually broken so easily.

But now he has no chance to escape.

In horror, the last thing he saw was Bai Long's ferocious mouth.

puff!

White Tiger's head was swallowed by the white dragon in one gulp and then pulled.

The entire head was torn off.

The bloody energy of the headless tiger body quickly disappeared, and then rapidly shrank in size, turning into a headless corpse of a witch cultivator, falling from the void.

The entangled energy around him also slowly dissipated due to the defeat of the witch cultivator.

The world finally regained its clarity.

The center of the battlefield where the spiritual power gradually subsided.

After Xue Long killed White Tiger, he also transformed into Kong Jiao again.

Now he is standing in the void, holding the bodyless head of the sorcerer, his eyes like lightning.

The magnificent aura suppressed Palace Master Wen and Wen Hongzhu, who were already far away, and did not dare to get closer.

"He won!" Wen Hongzhu looked at the young man in black from a distance.

Today, Kong Jiao is no longer as easy-going as when I saw him a few days ago. His eyes are cold, and his handsome face is even more charming in the wind and snow.

Wen Hongzhu's face was still pale, which was the injury caused by her being accidentally injured by Kong Jiao's aura.

However, she seemed to have forgotten about her injury, and whispered in an inaudible voice: "He killed a ghost spirit!"

With Foundation Building cultivation, he went against the odds and killed the powerful ghost spirit who was two realms higher than himself.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have thought it was a fantasy when you heard Hongzhu.

Master Wen tried his best to hide the shock in his eyes, looked at Kong Jiao's figure, and said, "It is rumored that Mr. Bingpo is an expert in archery and Taoism. I never thought that all the monks in Tianqi would be deceived by him."

As he spoke, he looked at the halberd held by Kong Jiao that seemed to be flowing with water.

"This halberd is his true strength."

Kong Jiao seemed to have only used three moves to kill this ghost spirit.

In fact, every step is included in his calculations.

First use Dapeng to attract the attention of the ghost spirit.

Then use the moon wheel seal when making a sneak attack with arrows to upgrade your cultivation to the middle stage of embryonic light.

An arrow caught the ghost shaman cultivator off guard.

Then he took advantage of the situation to get closer and swung the two halberds with all his strength.

Every time he takes a shot, it is Kong Jiao's full strength, leaving no room for error.

That's why he could kill a powerful ghost spirit so smoothly.

In fact, with the last halberd, the powerful ghost spirit had a chance to escape, but was frightened by Kong Jiao's momentum, resorted to desperate measures, and lost his mind.

That's why it can be left behind.

"The ghost spirit is nothing more than that." Thinking of this, Kong Jiao slowly lowered his head and looked at the head of the powerful ghost spirit in his hand.

With the strength of a ghost spirit, even if his head is chopped off, he still has a moment of life.

He still has one breath left.

That gloomy face glared at Kong Jiao, his eyes full of resentment as he said his last words before his death: "You can't run away, not one of you can run away!"

"I don't need you to worry about it anymore." Kong Jiao's mouth was filled with coldness, and the frost spiritual power in the palm of the hand held by the strong ghost spirit vibrated, freezing his head into an ice sculpture, extinguishing his last chance of survival.

After doing all this, Kong Jiao did not go to see Palace Master Wen and his daughter.

Then he looked at the remaining two fetal light shaman cultivators in the field.

One of them was injured by Zaifu Qiaoqiao's venom, and most of his head was melted.

After Zaifu was rescued by Dapeng Qiaoqiao, he also fell headlong into the mountains and grass covered with hoarfrost, his life and death unknown.

The remaining person was shocked by Kong Jiao's terrifying aura when Kong Jiao and the powerful Youjing took action.

Kong Jiao, who held the sound of Longquan in his hand and used the Moon Wheel Seal, raised his aura to the extreme. Even Master Wen, who was a ghost spirit, and the ghost spirit shaman cultivator were frightened.

Not to mention his little baby.

He didn't even have the courage to take action, and could only watch Kong Jiao and the powerful ghost spirits of his tribe decide the outcome.

Until Kong Jiao raised the head of the powerful ghost spirit and looked at him.

This embryonic light shaman cultivator just woke up from a dream,

"He killed Elder Puwen!"

The fetal light shaman cultivator looked at the head of the powerful ghost spirit, and all his fear was ignited in an instant.

In shock, he used his own life-saving means without hesitation, and his blood and essence burned crazily.

The saber-toothed tiger body he transformed into was instantly ignited by flames.

call out! In this state, he burst out with astonishing speed, turned into a meteor in the night sky, and shot out, trying to escape from here.

There is not only Kong Jiao in the field, but also Master Wen, who is in the Youjing realm.

Why can't we let him escape?

"Hmph!" Palace Master Wen snorted coldly, with spiritual energy rolling around him, about to take action.

Just when he was about to make a move, Kong Jiao's next move made him look thoughtful, and then he withdrew the accumulated spiritual power and said secretly: "Let's see what this Bing Po Young Master still has up his sleeves."

Above the void, the sound of Longquan was put away by Kong Jiao, and now what he was holding in his hands was a ferocious bow.

The residual evil energy on the bow is astonishing, as if it were a Supreme Grade Law Weapon.

The arrows outlined with black mysterious patterns were slowly placed on the bowstring by Kong Jiao.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to draw the bow, but calmly looked at the direction in which the fetal light monk whose whole body was burning was escaping, with a mocking look on his lips: "It's too slow."

After getting used to the speed of Dapeng, the speed of the monks in the Ascension Wheel realm seemed to Kong Jiao to be too slow.

The Taiguang monk flew so far away that he didn't even feel the pursuit from behind, thinking that Kong Jiao had just let him go.

"The evil star didn't come after me!" He breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

Buzz! The sound of bowstrings ringing in his ears.

He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his smile immediately froze on his face.

The witch cultivator slowly lowered his head and saw a hideous blood hole appearing on his chest in shock.

The arrow escaped from the void and pierced his body in an instant.

The next moment, the Yinxu Arrow Intent erupted from the wound.

His body transformed into a saber-toothed tiger, and gradually turned into nothingness under the silent gazes of Palace Master Wen and his daughter.

Kill the fetal light with one arrow.

Not even the ghost spirit can dodge Kong Jiao's arrows.

How could he avoid being exposed?

"Two Unparalleled Genius came out of Wudong. I am Qi Tian. I am afraid that only the current crown prince and the second prince can compare with them." Palace Master Wen, who had witnessed Kong Jiao's normal battle throughout, had an extremely complicated expression.

Let him change identities with Kong Jiao, and with his Youjing strength, he may not be able to win so easily.

The young man in front of him was only as old as his daughter.

As he said to himself, Palace Master Wen caught a glimpse of his daughter out of the corner of his eye.

Wen Hongzhu stared blankly in the direction of Kong Jiao, not knowing what to think.

This scene made Palace Master Wen frown. He, who was always stern, said to his daughter in a rare soft tone: "Hongzhu, you saw little friend Kong Jiao fight today. It is a blessing and a misfortune."

"There are only two or three people in this region who are as bright as the sun."

"Don't be tempted to compare."

“You should take this as your example and be diligent and diligent.”

Wen Hongzhu is the daughter of Palace Master Wen, and Palace Master Wen knows her temper very well.

Wen Hongzhu was probably shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

Now is the critical moment to break through the ascending wheel, but she cannot let her lose her spirit.

Palace Master Wen knows how to teach children, and Wen Hongzhu was indeed hit hard by this battle.

After hearing what the Palace Master said, he just nodded silently without making a sound.

Just looking at Kong Jiao's eyes was full of complexity.

As a disciple of Tianquan Sword Sect, Wen Hongzhu, like most disciples of the sect, is chasing one goal.

That is little Sword Immortal Zhu Wenyuan.

But after seeing what happened today, she had a ridiculous idea. She felt that Zhu Wenyuan might not be the opponent of this young master Bingpo.

"This is the real Prodigy, what kind of genius am I?" Wen Hongzhu, who had always been called a genius by Quanzhou monks, thought to himself mockingly. (End of chapter)