To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

Chapter 418 Mural (asking for votes)
call! Yellow sand fills the sky, blocking out the sun.

In the yellow sand fantasy realm, the rapid storm is mixed with yellow sand all over the sky, beating on the sculpture transformed by Kong Geng on the platform.

Several days have passed.

Rao has an invisible arrow in front to resist most of the sand erosion.

The stone statue transformed by Kong Ji was still riddled with holes in the sand and gravel that was comparable to a magic weapon.

The surface of the stone statue is like a honeycomb, full of tiny holes.

And those holes were like wounds imprinted on Kong Ji's body, with pain emanating from every hole.

With such an injury, even the Ascension Wheel cultivator can't hold on.

The head, eyes, nose, throat, and even the ears of the stone statue began to ooze bright red blood because of the severe injuries.

As soon as the blood overflowed, it was quickly wrapped up in the wind and sand, and was annihilated in the wind.

The devastation suffered by Kong Jiang did not end there.

The physical pain was secondary.

What really exhausted him mentally and physically was the control of the Anxu Arrow.

Worn away by arrows condensed with yellow sand, Kong Ji's two souls, Feiguang and Youjing, were already overwhelmed.

They were originally brilliant in the Immortal Base, but now they are dim.

Excessive consumption of soul caused Kongji's eyes to turn black, and his head felt like it was being beaten with a hammer.

The tearing feeling from the soul is far more unbearable than the physical body.

puff!
Anxu's arrow intention shattered another yellow sand arrow condensed from the wind.

It was at that moment that Kong Jiang finally reached his limit.

His vision went dark and he almost fainted.

But his strong willpower allowed him to survive.

But now when he looked at the yellow sand sky in front of him again, a sense of powerlessness rose in his eyes, and he whispered desperately: "Why isn't it over yet!"

If it were another monk, I'm afraid he would have given up.

Even Kong Zhen had the intention of retreating.

The sky full of yellow sand and arrows seemed endless.

There is no end in sight for Kong Ji.

What is despair is nothing more than the journey with no destination in sight, the endless yellow sand.

"I finally understand why no one has obtained Bai Xiaoyun's inheritance."

Kong Ji silently calculated the trauma he had suffered now. Even if he quit now, it would take a long time to recover.

If he holds on, his life may be in danger.

"Do you want to give up?"

Kong Ji felt the waves of wind and sand eroding his body in a daze, and the pain of every grain of sand hitting his body was so real.

There is no doubt that he has reached his limit.

"No, I will die if I continue like this!"

Although the opportunity was good, Kong Ji clearly understood the importance and there was no need to bury himself here just for a chance.

At this point, the mentally and physically exhausted Kong Ji was about to recite the word "wind stops" silently in his mind to end this long and seemingly unlimited torture.

However, just as the thought arose, the eyes that still retained wisdom on the stone statue of Kong Jian suddenly condensed.

"That's not right!" He remembered something that he had been ignoring.

The Shedding Dragon's Thunder Technique brought him abundant vitality.

Even if the head is cut off, the soul can recover with abundant vitality.

In the past few days when I was fighting against the wind and sand, it seemed as if I had disappeared out of thin air.

The vitality of the sloughing dragon is hidden in the Tao Foundation.

It stands to reason that the two souls of fetal light and ghost spirit raised on the Tao foundation can be used.

There is no reason why there is no movement in the shed dragon's vitality.

"If I had the life force of a shed dragon to nourish my corroded body and soul, I wouldn't have been forced to this extent."

Thinking of the vitality of the sloughing dragon, ordinary people must be thinking about how to activate that vitality.

But Kong Ji thought differently.

"The vitality of the sloughing dragon does not need to be controlled at all. It should be repaired by itself."

"Why isn't it moving!"

As soon as he thought of this, Kong Zhi recalled in his mind the words that floated out from the yellow sand in the sky at the beginning of the yellow sand fantasy.

'The illusion of yellow sand is both false and true. '

"What is true? What is false?" Kong Jiang's eyes became darker and darker.

He seemed to understand something.

He looked at his body riddled with holes and the endless yellow sand in front of him.

"Is what you see in front of you real?"

Has this body of mine really turned into a stone statue?
So many people have entered the Yellow Sand Fantasy Land throughout the ages. Have they not noticed this problem?

The answer is no. Even if there is such a guess, no one dares to bet.

Does Kong Jiang dare?

He never did anything he was unsure of. The unusual vitality of the dragon shed made him very sure that his body would be fine.

He was 90% sure and certain of his guess.

As for the remaining 10%.

Kong Zhen's eyes suddenly looked at the luck above his head.

If a person blessed with luck encounters a disaster of death, his luck will definitely change.

Either it rolled rapidly, or it gave birth to a strange red glow like the second prince.

The luck on top of Kong Ji's head was as calm as a puddle of stagnant water.

There is no fluctuation at all when making a life or death decision.

Kong Xian didn't expect that the ability to observe people's fortunes gained from relying on the cloud pattern tablet would play such a role at this time.

This made Kong Jiang make up his mind, and he faintly said two words in his mind: "Gamble!"

In fact, the word "gamble" is not appropriate. Things that are not sure are called gambling.

Having made up his mind, Kong Ji's eyes gradually brightened.

He began to try to forget the pain in his body and the tearing feeling in his soul caused by controlling the intention of the Oblivion Arrow.

Like an outsider, observing the yellow sand in the sky with an indifferent attitude.

During this process. The yellow sand did not stop.

The arrows condensed with yellow sand showed no intention of stopping.

Kong Zhen calmly mobilized his Anxu arrow intent to resist those arrows.

Calmly watching his body slowly being corroded by the yellow sand.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Kong Ji's body turned into a stone statue was eroded by the endless wind and sand, and only half of it remained on the futon.

The body of the stone statue on the left, together with half of its head, has completely disappeared.

It stands to reason that with more than half of his body corroded, the Ascension Wheel cultivator would have already died.

But Kong Ji's remaining eye was still shining.

He no longer sees the world with his eyes.

More than half of his body was corroded by the yellow sand, and his consciousness merged into the yellow sand in the sky along with the body that passed away in the wind.

Kong Ji felt that his body was moving with the wind.

As if there is no weight, it rises in the strong wind and travels in the sky.

He felt his body brush against the giant peak from time to time.

Sometimes, together with the yellow sand, it slaps on the remaining half of the stone statue body sitting on the futon.

He even turned into a member of the yellow sand, fighting against his own invisible arrows.

……

Kong Jiang even forgot whether he was the yellow sand or the statue.

In this complete selflessness.

On the foundation of Kongji Dao, the two souls of Feiguang and Youjing are getting brighter and brighter.

The emptiness of the arrow that withstood the wind and sand in the sky became stronger and stronger.

Until the moment when Kong Ji's body turned into a stone statue and completely disappeared on the futon.

Boom! The Anxu Arrow standing in the void suddenly burst into thousands of brilliance.

Originally it was just a wisp of breath.

Now it grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turns into an arrow that is completely black and has an aura like ink.

boom! The destructive intent of the Annihilation Arrow roared and spread in all directions the moment it took shape.

In this fantasy land of yellow sand, endless yellow sand has been scraped for countless years. Under the influence of arrows, it began to stagnate.

One after another continued to condense, and the yellow sand arrows that struck the Anxu arrows also stopped condensing.

No more cover from the wind and sand.

This world has just revealed its true face.

This is an endless desert with no end in sight.

The giant peak on the platform where Kong Ji is located is the only peak in the endless desert.

The bloody setting sun shines on the giant peak along the horizon.

It also shone on the futon where Kong Xian was sitting cross-legged.

At this moment, Kong Ji's consciousness was finally peeled off from the yellow sand and returned to his previous position of sitting cross-legged.

He opened his eyes and saw the bloody setting sun shining on the black arrow condensed by the Yinxu Arrow Intent.

The moment the light shines.

The Anxu arrow disappeared into the void.

call out! It shot out on its own and swept towards the endless distance of the yellow sand illusion.

Bang!

Kong Ji only heard a crisp sound in his ears.

This yellow sand world shattered like a mirror in front of his eyes.

The desert, the setting sun, and the giant peaks were all reduced to nothing.

Kong Zhi only felt that the light in front of his eyes had become dim. He looked up and found that the location he was in turned out to be a dark secret room.

Only soft white light fell from the top of the secret room, illuminating his handsome face.

What he faced in front of him was just a mural in this secret room.

With the help of the light above his head, Kong Ji could clearly see the appearance of this mural.

What is outlined is the pattern of a desert.

In the center of the mural, there was a giant peak standing in the endless desert. Kong Zhi moved his eyes and even saw a platform on the giant peak.

Isn't that the same position where I sat cross-legged and experienced the baptism of wind and sand?
Seeing this, Kong Zhen still didn't understand what he had experienced. His eyes felt as if he were from another world, and he sighed with emotion: "That's right, what a miraculous skill!"

The voice just fell.

Click, click, click!
The mural in front of Kong Ji suddenly made a clicking sound.

The mural, which had been there for who knows how many years, started to develop cracks.

Finally, it collapsed under the watchful eyes of Kong Zhen.

Rumble!
Bricks and stones splash away, revealing a space behind the mural.

The arrow condensed by Anxu's arrow intention was suspended in the center of the space.

This mural was shot through.

However, Kong Zhen's eyes did not immediately stare at the empty arrow that was directed at him, but instead subconsciously looked at the space hidden in the mural.

There is a jade platform there.

On the jade platform, there are three arrows that burst out with bloody brilliance like the afterglow of the sunset.

On the left side of the arrow, there is a scripture made of unknown animal skin.

To the right of the arrow is a simple jade box.

After breaking the illusion of yellow sand, Bai Xiao's inheritance should be attributed to Kong Ji.

"The inheritance of Zhuri Gong Baixiao is all here." Looking at this scene, there was no joy in Kong Ji's eyes, but he sighed melancholy.

"With such a character, the murals left behind almost made me lost."

"It's hard to imagine what kind of person he is in front of him. If he hadn't been controlled by Xianyun Realm's spiritual intelligence, Senior Bai Xiao might not have had the possibility of creating something mysterious."

Thinking of this, Kong Yan shook his head regretfully: "What a pity!"

In the past ten thousand years, countless people have died with hatred because of Xianyunjie's spiritual intelligence.

The five top inheritances that are as famous as Bai Xiao, placed outside the Xianyun Realm, are all suitable resources for creating mysteries.

Of all the words he could say, Kong Jiang could only say three words: "What a pity."

(End of this chapter)