To cultivate immortality, one must have good 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 Ji.

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 own soul is in the hands of Kong Jiang. If he dies, he should regard it as a sudden death.

But why am I still alive?

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

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

Zaifu Qiaoqiao also had a look of dissatisfaction and disbelief on his face, and he called Kong Ji with a trembling voice: "Young Master?"

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

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

While the two of them were having doubts and worries.

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

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

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

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

During this process, Kong Jiang did not forget to apply a layer of intermittent ointment on his chest to stop the bleeding wound.

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.

"It's me!" The head kicked by Kong Zhi 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."

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

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

But now is not the time to explain.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

"I will explain to you later." Kong Zhi 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 Dance that he exerted with all his strength.

The raging energy gradually calmed down while Kong Ji used the 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 is still there, but due to the impact of Kong Ji's halberd, the color of the ink vortex has become much lighter, and the energy seems 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 whirlpool, Kong Ji's halberd was a real blow to him.

The green demon tiger's fur was torn apart and had lost its original color. Its skinny face was bloody and bloody. One of its eyes was destroyed by Kong's halberd, half hanging on the tiger's face with its dense white bones exposed.

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 Ji 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 Ji's face twitch.

The Wushuang Dance is already the strongest move that Kong Zhen can perform. With the help of Princess Youqing's ink painting scroll, Riyu 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, so how could he not be surprised.

"Sun Yufeng has only understood the rudiments of magical power. If he fully understood the magical power, I am afraid that only the power of the palm can hurt him." Kong Ji thought this way.

On the other side, Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao have temporarily suppressed the surprise of Kong Jiang'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 in the ink vortex, and suggested to Kong Zhi: "Donor Kong, let's go together and save him." !”

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

Hearing the voices of the two people in his ears, Kong Ji looked at the fading ink and wash magical power, 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 Ji was still fighting with the day and the wind, it wouldn't even come over to take a look.

Now that I heard Kong Xian'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.

The day and wind, who were still bound to the void by the magical power of ink and wash, were left behind, staring 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 Jin was beheaded by him, he avoided the day and wind like a snake and a scorpion.

So when he heard Kong Ji's order to run away, he directly used his extreme 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 Ji's tight 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 magical power of ink and wash also showed signs of dissipating after it lasted for so long.

When Day and Feng escape from the trap, none of the three of them can block his wind-marked magical power. 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 Jiang thought silently.

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

The two of them looked at each other and looked at Kong Ji 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 Jin 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.

How could the performance of the two of them be hidden from Kong Ji? He smiled brightly, and 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 this chapter)