To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 342 I’m not dead yet

The aftermath exploded like a mushroom cloud, with ripples of energy flowing wildly towards the surrounding area.

Wherever the ripples passed, the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed, revealing a vacuum area of ​​nearly seven or eight miles in radius.

The nearby Cong Yun, Zaifu Qiaoqiao and Dapeng were all within the attack range of the aftermath.

Affected by the cold force in the aftermath, the three people's bodies were instantly filled with frost.

Cong Yun was forced to use the Golden Bell to resist the final blow from Kong Jiao.

While resisting the erosion of the aftermath, Cong Yun did not forget to make a horrified and incomprehensible voice towards Zaifu Qiaoqiao: "Donor Kong's head has been cut off, how can he still swing such a terrifying halberd?"

Zaifu Qiaoqiao acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his eyes were empty and he had no intention of responding to Congyun.

It stands to reason that his soul is in the hands of Kong Jiao. If he dies, he should treat it as a sudden death.

But why am I still alive?

While the two of them were having doubts and worries.

A figure suddenly rushed out of the aftermath of the energy that could not be seen through, and flew straight towards the three people, and finally flew onto the back of Dapeng.

"Who!" Seeing the sudden appearance, both Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao still had warning looks on their faces at first.

Knowing that they could clearly see the appearance of the visitor, both of their faces froze, and finally turned into deep shock.

The visitor was dressed in a white robe, and there was a hideous bloodstain on his chest, which was so deep that the bones could be seen.

He held a halberd in one hand, and his severed head in the other hand. The tragic aura after the war still remained on his body.

Looking at the appearance of that head, isn't it the Kong Jiao who was decapitated by the day and the wind?

Looking at the horrifying scene in front of him, Cong Yun felt a little embarrassed when he spoke. He stammered and pointed at Kong Jiao: "This! How... is it possible!"

Zaifu Qiaoqiao also had an expression of dissatisfaction and disbelief on his face, and called Kong Jiao with a trembling voice: "Master?"

"It's me!" The head kicked by Kong Jiao glanced at the two people in front of him and spoke softly, as if nothing was wrong. At the end, he said to himself: "I'm not dead yet."

After saying that, under the dumbfounded gazes of the two people, Kong Jiao slowly raised his head and placed it on his neck.

Then he took out the intermittent paste and applied it on the cut area. The smooth incision healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

During the process, Kong Jiao also applied a layer of intermittent ointment on his chest to stop the bleeding wound.

After doing all this, Kong Jiao also breathed a sigh of relief and did not forget to rub his neck with both hands. After making sure that it would not fall, he turned his head and looked at Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao.

He could clearly see the horror still remaining in their eyes.

Not only Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao were stunned by the scene.

The Dapeng at his feet also turned his head and looked at Kong Jiao with eyes full of disbelief.

Even if a powerful person is born from the palm of his hand and is decapitated, he can only abandon his original body and find a new one.

Kong Jiao was actually able to put the head that was cut off by day and wind back on again.

This scene was more than shocking, it was simply terrifying.

But now is not the time to explain.

"I'll explain to you later." Kong Jiao responded to the two of them lightly, then turned his head and looked at the center of the battle that was overwhelmed by the Wushuang Wu that he exerted with all his strength.

The raging energy gradually calmed down while Kong Jiao used intermittent ointment to press his head back on.

Under that halberd, all the clouds blown by the fixed wind and waves in the entire void were swept away, and the bright white moonlight shone down, illuminating the scene after leaving the battlefield.

The ink vortex was still there, but under the impact of Kong Jiao's halberd, the color of the ink vortex became much lighter, and the energy seemed to be about to be exhausted.

As for Day and Feng, who were trapped in the whirlpool, they were not so lucky.

Because of the restraint of the ink vortex, Kong Jiao's halberd hit him hard.

The green demon tiger's fur has been torn and frayed, and has long lost its original color. Its skinny face is bloody and bloody. One eye was destroyed by Kong Jiao's halberd, half hanging on the tiger's face showing the dense white bones.

Not much blood flowed out, because the white frost had frozen all his wounds.

The cold power and death energy in the ice and snow continue to erode the bodies of Day and Wind.

When Kong Jiao looked at him, the rest of his eyes looked back with hatred, the anger and madness in his eyes almost overflowing from his pupils.

"Roar!" On the sky, the roar of day and wind spread in all directions.

"You're not even dead!" This scene made Kong Jiao's face twitch.

The Wushuang Dance is already the strongest move that Kong Jiao can perform. With the help of Princess Youqing's ink scroll, Day and Feng actually succeeded in defeating him.

Not even died on the spot.

Although his appearance was miserable, it was obvious that he had not run out of gas yet. How could Kong Jiao not be surprised?

"Sun Yufeng has only understood the rudiment of Divine Ability. If he fully comprehends Divine Ability, I am afraid that only the power of the palm can hurt him." Kong Jiao thought this way.

On the other side, Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao have temporarily suppressed the surprise of Kong Jiao's "resurrection from the dead".

Looking at the day and wind, who were filled with ferocity and pretending to be crazy, both of them had serious expressions on their faces.

"Kill him while he's sick!" Cong Yunwu's eyes rolled, pointing at Day and Feng who were still trapped by the ink vortex, and suggested to Kong Jiao: "Donor Kong, let's go together and save him." !”

"Day and Feng are not easy to kill. Even one of the young master's halberds could not kill him. When he escapes, we will all die here." Zaifu Qiaoqiao did not agree with Congyun's opinion and said to Kong Jiao said: "My subordinates suggest that it is best to retreat first."

Hearing the voices of the two people in his ears, Kong Jiao looked at the ever-fading ink Divine Ability, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

After retracting his gaze, he gently patted Dapeng under him and said one word: "Let's go!"

call out! Dapeng wanted to run away a long time ago. If it hadn't been thinking that Kong Jiao was still fighting with day and wind, it wouldn't even have come to take a look.

Now that I heard Kong Jiao's order, there was no reason not to obey.

With a loud neighing sound, the Dapeng turned into a white brilliance, swept through the darkness, fled the area, and disappeared without a trace on the horizon.

Leaving behind the day and wind, who were still bound to the void by the ink Divine Ability, they stared at the direction where the roc disappeared with resentful eyes.

"I will crush your bones into ashes." The mad roars of Day and Wind in the void shook the void.

Dapeng's intelligence is not low. After being locked by the Eye of the Wind and Wind, he has long been wary of this enemy.

In addition, after seeing the scene where Kong Jiao was beheaded by him, he avoided the day and wind like a snake and a scorpion.

So when he heard Kong Jiao's command to run away, he directly used his top speed to the extreme.

Finally, some kind of secret method was activated.

The wings were covered with a layer of red-gold splendor, streaking across the night sky like shooting stars. In just one cup of tea, they had traveled thousands of miles.

"At this speed, even if you are at the peak of soul transformation, you may not be able to catch up." Looking at the ground disappearing below, Kong Jiao's tense body slowly relaxed.

The reason why he rejected Cong Yun's suggestion to beat the drowned dog was entirely because he did not have the confidence to kill Ri Yufeng. After all, he was just trapped, not unable to fight back.

Moreover, Princess Qing's ink-wash Divine Ability, after lasting for so long, is also showing signs of dissipating.

When Day and Feng get out of trouble, none of the three of them can block his wind-scarred Divine Ability. They are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Of course, the most important point is that it is only about 30,000 miles away from the imperial city.

Dapeng can reach his destination in just one and a half days if he travels normally.

If you rush as hard as you can, you can get there in one day.

"There's no point in taking such a big risk at this point in time." Kong Jiao thought silently.

As they moved away from the battlefield, Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao also relaxed.

The two looked at each other and looked at Kong Jiao with great understanding.

Although they didn't make a sound, the two people seemed to be hesitating to speak, and they expressed almost the same meaning.

The scene where Kong Jiao was able to return to Dapeng with his head in his hands after being beheaded by an owl was really shocking.

Even Zaifu Qiaoqiao, who didn't like to talk too much, couldn't help but feel curious.

The performance of the two people could not be concealed from Kong Jiao. He smiled brightly, then touched the incision on his neck that had been completely connected by the intermittent ointment. After confirming that it had healed, he explained leisurely: "Actually, it's not the same." It’s not a secret.”

"Everything starts with the thunder-inducing technique I obtained called "Slaughter of the Dragon."

(End of chapter)