To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Kong Jiao didn't know how much shock arose in Wen Hongzhu's heart after witnessing her battle, which had already affected her Taoist heart.

After he shot the last arrow and destroyed the fetal light shaman cultivator, he dispersed the blessing of the moon wheel seal on his cultivation.

Push up to the cultivation level of fetal light and return to the Foundation Building.

After Kong Jiao reached the realm of ascending the wheel and possessed the peak of Profound Rank Dao Foundation, his spiritual power was endless, and the duration of the moon wheel seal was close to an hour.

"The Moon Wheel Seal isn't too much of a drain now."

Kong Jiao smiled as he felt the spiritual power still filling his body, and then flew down from the air, landing in front of the Taiguang witch cultivator who had been severely injured by Zai's father Qiaoqiao with venom, half of his head rotten.

Zaifu Qiaoqiao's venom was her way to save her life.

Being hit from the front, this fetal light shaman cultivator also lost half of his life and revealed his true body.

When Kong Jiao flew in front of him, he couldn't even get up. There was only one eye left on his festering face, looking at the former in horror, his eyes full of despair.

Kong Jiao wanted to interrogate him, but he heard that the master of the palace had arrived and could not leave him alive.

He could only shake his head with a hint of regret, and said to the fetal light witch cultivator: "Don't worry, I'll take action quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the coldness that filled the world gathered in an instant and rushed towards the fetal light witch cultivator.

The latter's decayed body was immediately frozen, and the last hope of life was wiped out.

In this way, one Youjing and two Feiguang shaman cultivators died at the hands of Kong Jiao.

After doing all this, Kong Jiao began to clean the battlefield and put away the essence of heaven and earth floating on their corpses, as well as the storage bags.

Then Yukong flew towards Master Wen with two still intact corpses.

Kong Jiao had already noticed the arrival of Master Wen.

After all, this is within the territory of Quanzhou. As the palace lord of this state, Palace Master Wen could not sense such a big movement of Gu witch cultivators here.

How could there be any reason not to come?

This is also the reason why Kong Jiao just wanted to kill people and silence them.

He didn't go to meet Palace Master Wen immediately.

Now that all three of them were dead, he naturally wanted to communicate with the master of this territory.

"Master Wen, I encountered three Gu Jiang shaman cultivators by chance and took it upon myself to kill them. Don't blame me for meddling in my own business." Kong Jiao had already calmed down his aura and landed in front of the father and daughter with a warm smile. He cupped his hands towards Palace Master Wen across from him.

He seemed to have become the friendly young man in the green bamboo courtyard again.

However, Palace Master Wen and Wen Hongzhu could no longer forget Kong Jiao's demon-like posture just now.

Looking at Kong Jiao who was still talking to him like a junior, Palace Master Wen hesitated for a moment and corrected him: "Kong Jiao, don't call me senior anymore. Just call me Wenxi Fellow Daoist. I don't dare to Too big."

Master Wen obviously wanted to get along with Kong Jiao as a peer.

How could Kong Jiao not understand the truth? He nodded with a smile and agreed, but added: "Master Wen Mansion has grown up a lot, so it's not appropriate to call me Fellow Daoist. Why not call me Brother Wenxi?"

There is a sense of intimacy in Kong Jiao's words.

Wen Xi hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It was Wen who took advantage of you."

As he said that, Wen Xi glanced at the two dead bodies. It was obvious that Kong Jiao had killed them, and there was no longer any value for questioning.

However, in the eyes of Tianqi cultivators, killing the Gu border shaman cultivators was a matter of course and there was nothing wrong with it.

Wen Xi replied politely: "I'm sorry to trouble you, little friend Kong Jiao. If you don't take action, Wen may not be able to capture them."

"According to the rules, the income of these three witch cultivators should belong to little friend Kong Jiao."

Seeing that Wen Xi had no intention of making things difficult for him, Kong Jiao was secretly relieved.

"The matter of Zaifu Qiaoqiao has been covered up."

The reason why he acted so decisively was to protect his father Qiaoqiao.

After all, in Tianqi, everyone calls for beating witch cultivators.

Fortunately, Dapeng had already left with the people on his back before Palace Master Wen arrived, and Palace Master Wen didn't see her, otherwise it would have been really difficult.

The affairs of these three witch cultivators have come to an end for the time being.

"These three witch cultivators are here in a strange way. I have to report this matter to you, so I won't talk to you any more."

Wen Palace Master said goodbye to Kong Jiao in a hurry, and seemed to be preparing to report what happened tonight.

The master of Wen Palace talked with Kong Jiao until he said goodbye and left.

Wen Hongzhu didn't say a word. Before leaving, she looked at Kong Jiao with complicated eyes and disappeared into the sky while being wrapped up by his father.

Kong Jiao squinted his eyes, recalling the emotion in Wen Hongzhu's eyes just now.

He quickly understood the problem and showed a meaningful expression.

"You're still young. If you bear more blows, you'll get used to it."

The way Wen Hongzhu looked at him was exactly the same as when he first saw Huangfu Wuqin at Shuangyue Altar.

Unknowingly, he has become a being that others look up to.

Of course, these are irrelevant to Kong Jiao. He doesn't like to be in the center of everyone's attention.

"Only low-key people can live longer!" Kong Jiao knew this truth well. If those people from the Zhouyin Department hadn't come here tonight, he wouldn't have taken action.

During the break between Kong Jiao and Palace Master Wen saying goodbye.

Independent Cultivators in Lingzhufang City also began to come out one after another.

After all, there was so much movement here, it was natural for them to be alarmed.

Kong Jiao glanced at the sparse figures appearing in the market, and the figure standing in the void twisted on the spot and disappeared.

He still needs to live in Fangshi for the time being, so it's better not to let these people see him.

Kong Jiao had no idea that the scene where he was fighting against the Gu Jiang witch cultivator was not only the only spectators of Palace Master Wen and his daughter.

There was also a young monk wearing gray cassocks and a bald head who witnessed the entire battle in the dark.

After he left, Congyun also walked out of the darkness of a tree.

Looking at the place where Kong Jiao disappeared, Cong Yun's bright eyes were quite strange, and he said to himself: "Donor Kong's strength is actually a bit stronger than the rumors."

While speaking, Cong Yun glanced at the empty position where You Jing Wu Xiu died, and muttered: "Amitabha! Donor Kong was still negligent."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white, palm-sized monster that looked like a white cat escaped from the void where the ghost witch cultivator had been beheaded.

Although it was small in stature, the ferocity in its eyes was no less fierce than that of the White Tiger transformed by the witch cultivator.

Seeing Kong Jiao leave, the little white cat seemed to want to take this opportunity to escape.

Before it could make any move, a bald monk had quietly arrived behind it.

The monk held a golden bowl condensed with golden light and buckled it into it.

The speed was so fast that the white cat couldn't react in time.

After its entire body was imprisoned by the golden bowl, a vicious look appeared on its face, and then it hit the golden bell crazily in an attempt to escape.

But the golden bell is as immovable as a mountain and unbreakable.

The little monk put it in his palm with a smile, and kept saying: "The donor's sin of killing is too serious, the monk cannot let you go."

As he spoke, the monk looked at the white cat in the golden bell and marveled: "The witchcraft of the Gu border witch cultivator is indeed Anomaly, but the spiritual consciousness of the ghost realm can actually leave a trace after the physical body is destroyed. The soul of one’s destiny.”

"It's a pity that we have lost our humanity and are neither humans nor ghosts. I'm afraid it has something to do with the sacrificial methods in Gu Territory." (End of Chapter)