Chapter 418 Mural (asking for votes)
Phew! Yellow sand fills the sky, blocking out the sun.
In the fantasy land of yellow sand, the rapid storm is mixed with yellow sand all over the sky, slapping against the sculpture transformed by Kong Geng on the platform.
A few days have passed.
Rao Shi has an empty arrow in front to resist most of the wind and sand erosion.
The stone statue transformed by Kong Ji is still riddled with holes in the sand and gravel that is comparable to a magic weapon.
The surface of the stone statue is like a honeycomb, full of tiny holes.
And those holes are like wounds printed on Kong Ji’s body, and pain comes from every hole.
With such an injury, even the monks who ascended the wheel could not hold on.
Due to the severe injuries, the head, eyes, nose, throat, and even the ears began to ooze bright red blood.
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 Geng does not stop there.
The physical pain comes second.
What really exhausted him mentally and physically was the control of the Oblivion Arrow.
Being worn away by the arrows condensed with yellow sand, Kong Ji's two souls, Feiguang and Youjing, were already overwhelmed.
They were originally shining brightly 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.
Poof!
Anxu Arrow smashed another yellow sand arrow condensed from the wind.
It was at that moment that Kong Jiang finally reached his limit.
My vision went dark and I almost fainted.
But his strong willpower allowed him to survive.
Just now looking at the yellow sand sky in front of him again, a sense of powerlessness has arisen in his eyes, and he whispered desperately: "Why is it not over yet!"
Instead of a monk, I'm afraid I've given up.
Even Kong Xian was interested in retreating.
This sky full of yellow sand and arrows seems endless.
There is no end in sight for Kong Ji.
What is despair, is nothing more than a journey with no destination in sight, and 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 I hold on, my 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 painful. reality.
There is no doubt that he has reached his limit.
"No, I will die if I continue like this!"
Although the opportunity is good, Kong Ji clearly understands the importance and there is 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 heart 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 Ji suddenly condensed.
“No!” He remembered something that he had been ignoring.
The sloughing dragon inducing 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 while I was fighting against the wind and sand, it seemed as if I had disappeared out of thin air.
The vitality of the shed dragon is hidden in the foundation of the Tao.
It stands to reason that both the fetal light and the ghost spirit raised on the Tao foundation can be used.
There is no reason for the dragon's vitality to be silent.
“If I had the life force of the dragon to nourish my corroded body and soul, I wouldn’t be forced to this level.”
When thinking of the life force of the dragon, what ordinary people must think of is How to activate that vitality.
Confucius, on the other hand, thinks differently.
“The vitality of the slough dragon does not need to be controlled at all, it should be repaired by itself.”
"Why is it not moving!"
With this thought, Kong Xian recalled in his mind the sentence that floated out from the yellow sand in the sky when the yellow sand illusion began.
‘The illusion of yellow sand is both false and true. ’
“What is true? What is false?” Kong Jiang’s eyes became lower and lower.
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 before you real?”
Has your body really turned into a stone statue?
Throughout the ages, so many people have entered the Yellow Sand Fantasy, haven’t they noticed this problem?
The answer is no. Even if there is this guess, no one dares to bet.
Does Kong Jiang dare?
He never does anything he is not sure about. The abnormal vitality of the dragon shed made him very sure that his body must be fine.
He was 90% sure and confirmed his guess.
As for the remaining 10%.
Kong Zhen's eyes suddenly looked at the luck above his head.
When a person with good luck encounters a death disaster, his luck will definitely change.
Either it rolls rapidly, or it gives birth to a strange red glow like the second prince.
The luck on the top of Kong Ji's head was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
There is no fluctuation in life and death decisions.
Kong Xian didn’t expect that the ability to observe people’s fortunes gained from relying on the moiré tablet would play such a role at this time.
This made Kong Jiang make up his mind, and he uttered two words in his mind: "Gamble!"
In fact, it is not appropriate to use the word 'gamble', only things that are not sure are called gambling.
After making 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.
In 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 Jin'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 is 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 weightless, it rises in the strong wind and travels in the sky.
He felt his body brushing 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 Jin 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 hidden arrows that withstood the wind and sand in the sky were getting 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.
It was originally 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 by one, the yellow sand arrows that were hitting the void 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 Zhen is located is the only peak in the endless desert.
The bloody setting sun shines on the giant peak along the horizon.
It also shined on the futon where Kong Fu was originally 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 with the meaning of the arrow.
The moment when the light shines.
The meaning of the Anxu arrow disappeared into the void.
Phew! It shot out on its own and swept towards the endless distance of the yellow sand illusion.
Cang!
Kong Jin 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 all turned into nothing.
Kong Zhi 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, in the endless desert, there was a giant peak standing. 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, it’s amazing!"
Voice Just dropped.
Crack!
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 Ji.
Boom!
Bricks and stones splash, revealing a space behind the mural.
The arrow condensed by Yanxu's arrow intention is suspended in the center of the space.
This mural was shot through.
Kong Zhen's eyes did not immediately stare at the void arrow directed at him, but 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, the inheritance of Bai Xiao should be attributed to Kong Xian.
"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.
“For such a person, the murals left behind almost made me lost.”
“It’s hard to imagine what kind of person is in front of him. Senior Xiao may not have the possibility of creating a mystery."
Thinking of this, Kong Xian shook his head regretfully: "What a pity!"
In the past ten thousand years, I don't know how many people have had hatred in the Xianyun world. And finally.
The five top inheritances that are as famous as Bai Xiao, placed outside the Xianyun Realm, are all suitable resources for creating a mysterious world.
Thousands of words could be said, but Kong Jiang could only say three words: 'What a pity'.
(End of this chapter)