Chapter 30: The Tribulation of the Frost Moon Altar
Hoo! There is still heavy snow in Shuangyuetan Canyon.
Strong cold wind mixed with snowflakes are raging in the canyon.
Ordinary people walking in it may not even be able to open their eyes.
Amidst the heavy snowfall, there is a place where heavy snow accumulates at the bottom of the canyon.
Out of the thick snow covering the ground, an arm suddenly stretched out and dug a snow hole.
The young man first stuck out his head and carefully observed his surroundings with his narrow eyes.
As far as the eye can see, except for the wind and snow in the sky, there is no trace of any monks.
After confirming that there was no danger, he slowly climbed out of the snow pit.
Having casually patted the snow residue still attached to his clothes, Kong Ji squinted his head and looked up at the sky in the wind and snow, as if to confirm the time.
It is already noon at the Frost Moon Altar.
It’s just that the sun in the center of the sky has been obscured by the wind and snow, and only an outline can be seen.
The heat that fell did not dispel the coldness of the Frost Moon Altar. The cold wind was still raging here, and the goose-feather-like snow continued to increase the thickness of the snow on the ground.
Kong Ji came out for only a moment, and another layer of snowflakes was attached to his body and hair.
He was too lazy to clean up the snow.
Holding the Jiangshuang Canjing in his hand, he looked in the direction of the Shuangyue Altar and slowly touched it.
On weekdays, there were monks passing by from time to time, or there were fighting scenes, but now there was only deathly silence.
The chilling atmosphere remaining in the air made the world even colder.
This was because of the cold-resistant nature of Kung Fu, and because of the stimulation of the murderous aura remaining in the air, he couldn't help but shudder.
"What kind of person is this Han Dong? He is only in the Seventh Level of Yang Lun, and his murderous aura is so domineering." Although he was complaining in his mind, Kong Ji's face became more fearful.
After walking for about a tea hour, he saw the first corpse.
Most of the body was covered by snow, leaving only a piece of human skin wrapped, and the face as skinny as a mummy was still exposed in the snow.
Now it is also frozen into an ice sculpture.
Kong Zhen could see deep fear in the expression remaining on the mummy before it died.
He just glanced at it lightly and passed by the corpse silently.
As he gradually approached the Frost Moon Altar, more and more corpses appeared in front of him.
Their deaths all have one characteristic, that is, they were sucked dry by some kind of force.
Kong Xian knew that this was Han Dong's method.
It proves that these people died at the hands of Han Dong.
"This guy is really brave. These dead people come from several sects. Isn't he afraid of being hunted down by many sects?" Kong Xian thought about this and showed a self-deprecating smile.
"Yes, he was originally on the Cangwu Sect's bounty list. It's not just the Cangwu Sect that wants him. What else is he afraid of?"
In fact, Kong Jin's hiding place is not far away from the center of Shuangyue Altar. Not far.
It’s just that he walked very slowly, trembling with fear at every step, and his body clung to the obstacle.
The distance that could be covered with a cup of tea, he just walked with a stick of incense.
At any rate, we finally entered the dilapidated buildings of Shuangyue Altar without any danger.
With the cover of those broken walls and ruins, Kong Zhen also felt a sense of security. He jumped into the wreckage of a building at the right time, and slowly moved forward with the help of the gaps in the collapsed building.
Although it is slow, it is better than safety.
Finally, he touched a higher place near the center altar of the Frost Moon Altar.
This position has an excellent view. Kong Ji leaned down and used the gaps between the buildings to inspect the current situation of Shuangyue Altar from a high position.
What you see are shocking corpses that were mostly covered by the wind and snow. All of them were frozen by the cold air and became ice sculptures standing in the wind and snow.
"I'm afraid there is not a single living person left in the entire Shuangyue Altar."
Kong Jin thought as he swallowed secretly.
Suddenly his eyes shrank, and he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.
Then his eyes were fixed on the altar of Frost Moon Altar, the figure in red that was almost covered by snow.
Han Dong!
The culprit who started the massacre at Shuangyue Altar has not left yet.
He was sitting on top of the altar, still wrapped in the heavy snow.
His hands formed some kind of seal, and he seemed to be guiding some Taoism.
During this process, Han Dong was carving clay and wood sculptures, as if he had no consciousness.
This made Kong Zhen's body, which was originally tense because of seeing Han Dong, slowly relax.
"It seems I'm lucky!" Kong Ji touched the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and smiled happily.
Kong Jin saw Han Dong for the first time and did not see his appearance clearly.
From this position, I can just take in his appearance.
His cheeks have soft curves, his eyebrows tend to be feminine, his nose is high and his long hair is meticulously combed.
In terms of facial features alone, he is definitely the most handsome man Kong Jin has ever seen.
A red dress makes his appearance even more gorgeous.
But from the appearance, no one would have thought that this was a murderous man who had slaughtered all the Shuangyue Altar and had a great reputation.
At first, Kong Xian was still wondering what Han Dong was doing.
The answer will come soon.
A trace of blood-colored mist began to be peeled off from the dead bodies in all directions of the Frost Moon Altar.
They gathered towards Han Dong in the center of the altar.
Then it penetrated into his body. With every ray of blood absorbed, Han Dong's momentum increased.
Seeing this scene, Kong Jiang could not help but think of what the woman who blocked his way said.
She once mentioned the word 'blood food'.
Now Kong Jiang seems to understand the meaning of those two words.
"Han Dong actually used the spiritual blood of monks to practice. Is this why he massacred Shuangyue Altar?" Horror flashed in Kong Ji's eyes.
“No wonder he is wanted.”
In this way, Han Dong’s purpose of coming to Shuangyue Altar becomes clear.
I searched the surrounding areas under the leadership of several sects, but I couldn't find anything like Shuangyue Altar. They were all places below the sixth level of Yanglun, and there were a large number of monks.
This is a place specially provided for several sects of herbal collectors to collect Yuening Bingzhi. It is simply tailor-made for Han Dong and the most perfect place for cultivation.
"He is unconscious now. How about..." Kong Jin lay down behind the crack in the stone, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, hesitating whether to take action.
But this unrealistic idea was quickly forgotten by him.
His broken scriptures can’t even kill the woman who is the gatekeeper in Yanglun Sixth Realm.
Regardless of whether Han Dong is really unconscious now, his current state is obviously stronger than before.
If it cannot be killed with one hit, alert it.
A hundred of you are not enough to kill him, so there is no need to take this risk.
Moreover, Kong Zhen could clearly see the cloud above Han Dong's head, which represented his luck.
That luck is as white as snow, which is as good as Shangguan Yuzhou’s.
This kind of lucky genius is not so easy to kill.
"It's okay, no one will bother me to look for opportunities." Kong Zhi didn't want to take the risk of killing people, but if he just wanted to look for opportunities, there would be no problem at all.
Looking at Han Dong's position for the last time, Kong Ji disappeared into the ruins of the wall again.
Just the moment Kong Jiang left.
What he didn't expect was that at the moment when his murderous intent flashed.
In the center of the altar, Han Dong's closed eyes and brows twitched without trace.
But as Kong Jiang's murderous intent faded away, Han Dong returned to his nonchalant appearance.
The Jiangshuang Canjing exudes light and shines in a certain direction. Kong Ji followed the guidance of the light and came to an old stone room.
The ground here has traces left by many people stepping on it.
It proves that more than one herbal collector has been here.
The light of the residual scriptures shines on the walls of this stone chamber.
Kong Jin walked in to observe.
The material of the stone wall is very ordinary, as if it is made of ordinary mountain bluestone.
There are also obvious traces of time on it. Many cold-resistant bryophytes have climbed all over the wall, making its original plain wall even less eye-catching.
"Is there a secret passage behind the wall?"
Kong Jin squinted his eyes, and after thinking for a while, his spiritual energy gathered in his palms, and he gave a tentative slap towards the wall.
Boom!
A palm that was enough to penetrate the stone wall only made a dull sound when it hit the stone wall.
On the entire stone wall, except for some moss that was shaken off, not even a single stone fragment fell from the wall itself.
On the contrary, Kong Zhen's palm, after touching the stone wall, was slightly numb by the force of the shock inside the wall.
“It’s really weird!” The hardness of the stone wall made Kong Jin give up the idea of forcing a breakthrough.
He began to lean down, groping inch by inch on the stone wall that was as cold as ice due to the climate, and his eyes carefully scanned every inch.
Finally, he finally touched a depression five feet close to the ground.
Kong's eyes lit up and he cleaned up the remaining moss in the depression.
A crescent-shaped mark just appeared.
Now that things have happened, there is no need to hesitate anymore. Kong Ji picked up the Jiangshuang Canjing and slowly inserted it into the depression.
The stone chamber is immersed.
The development Kong Jiang expected did not happen.
“Huh?” Kong Ji’s brows knitted together uncontrollably.
Looking at the Jiangshuang Can Jing perfectly embedded in the stone wall, he recalled in his mind the reaction of the Jiang Shuang Can Jing to his spiritual power.
Immediately stretched out his palm and tentatively injected the frost-falling spiritual power into the body of Can Jing.
This time there was indeed a reaction.
Rumble! The stone wall that Kong Zhen could not shake before with all his strength now made a violent roar and the entire stone wall was shaking.
Those bryophytes that have climbed all over the stone walls after a long period of time are falling to the ground.
The original black and blue appearance of the stone wall is revealed.
Then mysterious lines of white light slowly emerged, centered on the residual sutra infused with spiritual power by Kong Ji.
An existence similar to some kind of formation was formed on the stone wall.
The next moment!
Boom!
Dazzling white light burst out from the formation on the stone wall.
The entire body of Kong Zhen was wrapped, and the entire stone chamber was swallowed up by the light.
When the light dissipated, Kong Ji and the frost-remnant scriptures on the stone wall had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed.
The stone chamber returned to silence.
(End of this chapter)