To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

With the return of Gexia's soul, this trip to Huode Sect has come to an end.

Kong Jin took a few steps forward and came to Han Dong'er's ice coffin, which was frozen with his own human spiritual blood, and looked into it.

The latter crossed his hands on his chest and looked calm. After death, Han Donger no longer looked as fierce as when he was alive.

"Don't worry, I will protect your body." Kong Jiang patted the ice coffin, and then put it into the Qiankun bag with a thought.

He is not Huangfu Wuqin, who is so arrogant that he puts the body of a monk in the Ascending Wheel Realm in this wilderness.

I was afraid that someone would dig it out the next day.

After all, the physical body of a monk in the Ascension Wheel Realm is a coveted treasure for some monks.

After doing all this, Kong Jiang looked around, looking at the familiar courtyard in Gexia's memory, his eyes suddenly trance-like.

But the blurred color is only fleeting.

The depths of his eyes were replaced by a coldness as cold as black ice.

Affected by Ge Xia's memory, Kong Jiang would feel in a trance from time to time.

Especially when you are in scenes related to Gexia or seeing Han Donger, that feeling becomes even stronger.

But after today, Kong Jiang no longer has this trouble.

After witnessing the reunion between Han Dong'er and Ge Xia, his consciousness seemed to have been baptized.

Jin Ming's divine refining method directly and continuously broke through the realm restrictions, reaching the ninth level.

Boom! The golden beans of spiritual consciousness between the eyebrows burst out with dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire courtyard like daylight.

At this moment, his thoughts were clear, and not only his spiritual consciousness was baptized, but his cultivation level at the top of Yanglun was also shaken at this moment.

Even the spiritual wheel in Kong Zhi's Dantian began to rotate.

boom! The rotation of the spiritual wheel caused the uncontrolled spiritual energy around him to gather towards Kong Ji, and strong winds rose from all directions.

It was as if he was about to break through the ascending wheel.

For other monks, this would definitely be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break through and ascend the wheel.

But not for Kong Ji.

"We can't break through now." With a low voice, Kong Ji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the spiritual wheel that was about to move, and forced it to stop from spinning.

Forcibly stopping the spiritual wheel was not an easy task for Kong Ji, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't know how long he could suppress this cultivation.

If it happened a second time or a third time, he might not be able to hold it back anymore.

"No, I have to go to the Frost Moon Altar as soon as possible." A little urgency arose in his heart, and Kong Jin no longer wasted any time. He raised his head to identify the direction, then used the Youxu Movement Technique to gallop towards the Frost Moon Altar.

With the end of the Qinghu blessed land event.

The Wudong monks all thought they would live a peaceful life for a few days.

But as a piece of news spread, the entire Wudong seemed like a giant stone was thrown into the calm water, shaking the entire Wudong territory into a storm.

The chaos of human spirits that has plagued Wudong for more than two hundred years, the mastermind behind it turned out to be the largest sect in Wudong, the Dingyue Sect.

This news was jointly announced by Cangwu Sect, Quejin Sect, Mo Sheng Sect, Yaowang Valley and many other sects.

There is almost no possibility of rumors.

Coupled with the word-of-mouth spread by many monks who escaped from Qinghu Paradise, this news is completely confirmed.

Even to convince monk Wudong.

I have been away from the world for a long time, and I even came out to confirm it in person.

Even the two demon kings of Qinghu Paradise walked out of Qinghu and expressed their stance firmly on this matter.

It can be regarded as a final nail in the coffin of Ding Yuezong and Human Spirit Essence.

Monk Wudong was shocked, followed by rage.

The Dingyue Sect has always regarded itself as the authentic sect of Wudong. On weekdays, they would have a foot in the resources of any place in Wudong and get a piece of the pie.

Many monks dared not speak out in anger.

That's all.

This was not enough, he actually used the Wudong monks as nourishment to cultivate the essence of the human spirit to produce blood fruits.

Dare I ask which monk of any sect has not suffered from the poison of the spirit of human spirit?

Among them, the group of casual cultivators is the worst. Without the protection of the sect, the monks who practice the essence of the human spirit usually focus on them.

Many people who were lucky enough to survive at the hands of the human spirit monks also had friends or relatives die.

Now that the mastermind behind the scenes was finally found, the entire Wudong crowd was so excited that they wanted to chop those people from the Dingyue Sect into pieces and eat them alive.

"A bunch of hypocrites and bastards! Such people dare to call Wudong orthodox, a bunch of beasts!"

"What did Dingyue Zong think of Wudong? Are they animals kept in captivity in the farmhouse? They must pay the price for this!"

"With blood for blood, the Dingyue Sect must be destroyed. If it still exists in Wudong, Wudong will never be able to live in peace."

The Wudong monk was so full of indignation that he even cursed the casual cultivators who were usually obedient.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the commotion in the Wudong cultivation world was far greater than Huangfuying expected.

He originally planned to let his emotions agitate for a few more days, and wait until a critical point was reached before announcing the plan to jointly defeat the Ding Yuezong.

Who would have thought that many monks in the world of cultivation had already taken action first.

Many Dingyue Sect disciples who were walking in Wudong and had not had time to retreat to their sect were besieged from all directions on the day the news came out.

Loose cultivators, or those who had their own sects, spontaneously began to attack the scattered Dingyue Sect disciples without any orders.

Although the disciples of Dingyue Sect have life-saving means and trump cards far beyond those of other sects. However, they also suffered heavy casualties under the ambush of the endless stream of monks.

In addition, the disciples of Dingyue Sect all possess valuable magical weapons, spiritual crystals, elixirs and other precious things.

It also inspired some people's greed.

There are very few monks who can return to Dingyue Sect alive.

For a time, a bloody storm broke out in Wudong, and rivers of blood flowed across the prefectures.

In less than two days, all the disciples of Dingyue Sect scattered throughout Wudong were slaughtered.

In this way, the monks did not vent their anger and clamored to be labeled as Ding Yuezong.

Seeing that the time had come, Huangfu Ying announced on the third day that they would jointly attack the Dingyue Sect, and the major sects would cooperate to disperse the various cities and continents in Wudong.

The hatred of the monks finally found an outlet.

Spontaneously assemble towards the gathering points in various state capitals designated by the Cangwu Sect.

Although the power of casual cultivators and many small sects is not great, the power formed by gathering together cannot be underestimated.

In this way, the forces led by the Cangwu Sect and other factions jointly launched a crusade against the Dingyue Sect, officially began to gather.

A change that will shake Wudong upside down is about to happen.

During this time of turmoil in Wudong.

A tall and graceful figure of a young man, flying under the stars and catching the moon, rushed from the north of Wudong to the Shuangyue Altar, a place bordering several sects.

call! The wind and snow in Frost Moon Altar are still there, but drops of water can turn into ice.

No matter how the seasons change outside, the snow here has never dissipated, and it is like winter all year round.

Kong Zhen stepped onto the Frost Moon Altar, his feet sinking deeply into the snow on the ground, feeling the cold ice and snow brushing against his cheeks, his eyes bright.

His eyes looked at this mess of ruins and the altar rising from the ground in the center of many buildings, with a look of nostalgia deep in his pupils.

The last time he left here was three years ago.

At that time, he was just a young monk who had just walked out of the Miscellaneous Library in the fourth realm of Yang Lun.

He is the kind of person that no one wants to take a second look when walking among the crowd.

Three years later, when I came back again, I was already at the peak of my career.

Moreover, Han Dong'er, who was famous at that time and caused the chaos in Shuangyue Altar, is now a corpse in an ice coffin.

"What a fate!" Kong Zhi shook his head melancholy, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the snow-covered altar.

When Kong Zhi came to the Frost Moon Altar for the first time, he was only thinking about opportunities, so he didn't pay attention to the existence of this altar.

After experiencing so many things over the years, he is no longer the heartless little monk.

Know the meaning of something like an altar.

There is an altar in the Xihuang Small Blessed Land, and there is also a starry sky altar in the Qinghu Blessed Land.

They all have strange effects in their respective areas.

For example, the altar in Xihuang Paradise was shattered by a spear. It was obvious that the person who shot it was afraid of the role of the altar and was afraid that it would attract some troublesome beings.

The Starry Sky Altar in Qinghu Paradise proves this.

Lingxi sacrificed her body and summoned the beings wearing starry sky robes, almost wiping out all the disciples who entered that space.

As soon as he thought about this, Kong Zhi looked directly at the altar and said to himself: "So, can the altar of Shuangyue Altar also be able to communicate with the outside world?"

But if it can connect with the outside world, why did Guanghan Palace decline?

These ruins are the best proof.

I'm afraid only Yi Zi Twelve knows these questions, but if it doesn't say anything, Kong Jiang doesn't dare to ask.

"Huh! No matter what, let's go find Yi Zi Twelve first."

I could only shake my head and throw these irrelevant thoughts out of my mind.

Taking a deep breath of the nostalgic cold air of Shuangyuetan, Kong Ji felt as comfortable as a fish in water in this environment.

He found the direction and headed towards the secret room with another dimension.

I walked to the stone wall with ease and inserted the frosty moon.

With the surge of light from the formation.

Kong Ji's figure disappeared into the secret room.

It was still that dark and cold space.

Kong Ji opened his virtual vision. After he left, everything here seemed to have remained unchanged.

The exaggeratedly large Moon Ningbing Zhizhi is still growing there, emitting a blue crystal-colored brilliance.

Looking at the Yuening Bingzhi plant, Kong Ji had an illusion.

He felt that it seemed to be bigger than when he left.

"I guess they've all become sperms." Kong Zhi's vision was no longer low now. He muttered, seriously doubting whether this Yuen Ning Bing Zhi plant had its own consciousness.

Kong Zhen's voice was very low, and he didn't expect anyone to respond.

The tender child's voice suddenly came out in this space at the same time as his muttering.

"You have just become a sperm, and your whole family has become a sperm!"

The girl's voice was full of anger and undisguised contempt.

"We, the essence of grass and trees, who have successfully cultivated are called Qiling. We have been out for so many years and have not made any progress at all. I am really worried about Yi Zi Twelve, will you die outside?" (End of this chapter)