To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 277: One grain of Gold Core guarantees longevity

Kong Jiao was looking down, feeling melancholy.

boom! Below Poyue Mountain, somewhere on the ruins of the interrupted ridge, a burst of blood energy suddenly erupted into the sky.

The high temperatures spewed out like a volcano, blowing scorching wind and waves high in the sky.

The air waves caused Dapeng to sway slightly, and he cursed angrily.

The sudden change naturally attracted the attention of Kong Jiao and the other three.

"What a domineering energy and blood! Which body cultivator is it?" Kong Jiao thought to himself, and immediately opened his virtual vision.

He saw the heroic face of a woman wearing smart clothes and short hair on the vast ridge.

And behind him was a young man with wild brilliance in his eyes.

Both of them looked up at the sky, staring at Kong Jiao from a distance.

"Sister Hua, Yuan Xiao." Seeing the two of them, Kong Jiao also had a smile on his face, and then signaled Dapeng to slow down and approach the two.

The two people didn't know when they got the news that they were leaving, so they were waiting here early.

Seeing Dapeng approaching, Han Honghua took out a jar of spirits that had been prepared and threw it high into the sky.

The wine jar accurately landed on Dapeng's back and was grabbed by Shangguan Yuzhou.

Han Honghua and Yuan Xiao each held a jar of strong wine in their hands and gestured towards the three of them.

"Little Confucius, Brother Shangguan, and Sister Huangfu bid farewell with wine. We are hundreds of thousands of miles apart, so I sent them here." Han Honghua's hearty laughter shook the world.

"Kong Jiao and Shangguan Yuzhou are waiting for you to come back. Let's have another fight." Yuan Xiao said nothing about Huangfu Wuqin and held up the wine jar to signal.

Kong Jiao and Shangguan Yuzhou took turns taking sips of strong wine, and also clasped their fists and shouted downward: "Sister Hua, take care."

Shangguan Yuzhou sneered at Yuan Xiao and said loudly: "Haha, Yuan Xiao, you must first defeat Sister Hua and then come to me for a discussion."

This made Yuan Xiao's face darken. If it weren't for the wrong timing, he might have thrown away the wine jar and rushed forward.

"Don't be so proud, I'll kill you when I get back." Yuan Xiao's eyes were fierce and he cursed angrily: "I could beat you last time, and I can do it this time too."

"That's your grandpa, I was pushed to the limit by you." Shangguan Yuzhou was also unconvinced and cursed loudly: "I'll get it back when I come back."

The two were scolding happily.

Han Honghua was not affected at all and looked at Huangfu Wuqin and Kong Jiao on Dapeng's back.

"Sister Huangfu, the three of you are gone. I will sit at the top of the Qianlong Ranking." Han Honghua did not forget to tease Huangfu Wuqin before leaving.

Huangfu Wuqin smiled sweetly and said in a calm tone: "Let Fellow Daoist Han sit here for a few years."

"That's very good. Take care of yourself along the way."

Under the gazes of Han Honghua and Yuan Xiao, Kong Jiao also laughed loudly and said: "Sister Hua, take care. When I come back, I will go to Mo Shengzong to look for you. You and I will get drunk."

As he spoke, he patted Dapeng's body.

The latter understood immediately, flicked his wings, and the figure that had just fallen rose into the sky again.

Bringing up endless wind and waves, it quickly passed over Poyue Mountain and disappeared into the inaccessible wilderness.

During the farewell period.

Neither Kong Jiao nor the other two people, who were on Dapeng's back, nor Han Honghua, who were standing on the collapsed ridge of Poyue Mountain, noticed a skinny old man holding a cloth walking out from the devastated mountain of Poyue Mountain.

The place where he stood seemed to be isolated from the surrounding space, and there was nothing visible to the naked eye.

But he actually exists in that position.

There was cunning in the old man's eyes as he watched Kong Jiao, three people and one bird go away. Then he slowly took out a name book and turned to the page where Sang Dong was written.

His eyes moved to the name book, where the names of five or six people were written.

They are Ling Xi, Huangfu Wuqin, Kong Jiao, Lu Wenji, Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua.

The old man pondered for a moment and crossed out the names of Ling Xi and Lu Wenji, leaving only Kong Jiao, Huangfu Wuqin, Shangguan Yuzhou and Han Honghua.

At this point, he had just put away his name book, put the cloth on his shoulders, and sang a tuneless tune. He was already thousands of miles away with one step.

At the foot of Poyue Mountain there are still lingering sounds of the music and lyrics he composed before he left.

‘One grain of Gold Core will guarantee immortality, and it must be refined with real lead and armor. ’

‘Fire takes the marrow of the red phoenix in the south, and water takes the essence of the black turtle in the north sea. ’

…

The two to three hundred thousand miles between Wudong and Tianqi are all barbaric.

Endless mountains are rolling up and down. Among the thousands of mountains and valleys, there are dangerous peaks and beautiful mountains and rivers.

Human monks mainly gather in Wudong, Tianqi, Gujiang, Yunmo, or on islands scattered like stars in the endless sea.

The area that other monks dare not easily set foot on is undoubtedly a paradise for Monsters.

There are countless Monsters living in the vast jungle, including many palm-dwelling Monster King. The mountain has become a restricted area for the monks.

Many folklores and even documents recorded in ancient books have many horrifying stories about those isolated areas.

Legend has it that in that uninhabited land, there once appeared an abyss that swallowed all living creatures. Regardless of whether it is a monster or a monk, if it comes close, it will instantly turn into bones.

Some people once speculated that the abyss leads to the underworld.

Some people once saw a giant as high as the sky and the earth in the uninhabited land, carrying a palace on its back and walking in the wilderness.

Rumor has it that it is chasing the scorching sun, day after day, tirelessly. It is always daytime in the area where it is located, and it seems to be avoiding the moonlight.

And what it carries on its back is the palace of the immortal.

During that period when immortals came to the world, True Immortal also encountered an unknown fate in the endless wilderness and fell into it.

On the night when he died, the stars paid tribute to him, and dozens of meteors slipped from the night sky and fell into no man's land.

A bonfire was lit in the night in the wild jungle.

Kong Jiao, Shangguan Yuzhou, and Huangfu Wuqin sat around the bonfire, while Dapeng turned into the size of a rooster and slept soundly beside Kong Jiao's thigh.

Kong Jiao's eloquent voice can be vaguely heard in the night.

"There are as many similar legends as stars. Just the rumors with origins recorded in documents are countless."

"Not to mention the stories passed down by the monks orally, which would take three days and three nights to finish."

The burning flames, and dry firewood exploded from time to time, making crackling sounds.

Seeing Kong Jiao get excited when talking, Shangguan Yuzhou did not forget to hand over a jar of wine, indicating to the latter to moisten his throat.

Kong Jiao took it over and took a sip, smiling broadly.

This was already the third day of their journey. With the rapidity of Dapeng, they had already penetrated countless miles into this wild area, and the monks beside them could no longer be seen.

The area they were in was surrounded by ancient trees hundreds of feet tall, and when they looked up, they could only see the night sky the size of a palm.

The surroundings were completely silent, and occasionally I could hear the screams of unknown monsters in the dark night.

Traveling on the road is undoubtedly very boring. Kong Jiao read countless miscellaneous books during the years he stayed in the miscellaneous library. Listening to him tell those fantastic stories is a rare pastime on the road.

Shangguan Yuzhou loves to read those travel notes, and of course he listens to them with great interest.

Huangfu Wuqin looked at the bonfire on the surface, letting the firelight hit her dusty features, her eyes dull, looking absent-minded.

In fact, I have already pricked up my ears and listened with gusto.

"But Junior Brother Kong, this wild land is really so terrifying. Why have we come in so many times? Apart from the pretty scenery along the way, why haven't we encountered those legendary things you mentioned?"

Shangguan Yuzhou was a very serious student and asked Kong Jiao seriously: "There are many monks who have traveled across the wilderness in the past few decades, but I haven't heard them talk about it."

"I told you it's a legend! A legend!" Kong Jiao spread his hands somewhere and signaled Shangguan Yuzhou not to take it seriously, he was just telling a story.

"Senior Brother Shangguan, just listen and enjoy it, don't take it too seriously."

"In this world now, even the immortals can no longer be seen. Those legends have also disappeared in the long river of time with the departure of the immortals."

Huangfu Wuqin disapproved. He tilted his face with his chin in his hands and whispered to where Kong Jiao was: "Lei Zun also told me these stories when I was a child. He said that the immortal may not really disappear, maybe They are waiting for a certain time, a time when they can be reborn."

"The Immortal has been dreaming for thousands of years, but we can no longer see it." Kong Jiao shook his head, his tone full of sighs.

The three of them are all in the Ascension Wheel. Once they enter the Ascension Wheel, they will have two hundred years of life, but they only have two to three hundred years of life.

As long as the soul is immortal, Zhangsheng can live longer, but it is estimated that it will only be seven to eight thousand years.

It's not time for the immortal to take a nap.

Having said this, Kong Jiao was also tired, yawned lazily, and said to Huangfu Wuqin: "Senior Sister Huangfu, please take a rest early and meditate. We have to travel tomorrow."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Dapeng, who was sleeping soundly next to his thigh.

The roc carried them on its back and flew for three days and three nights without sleep. Even though it was born extraordinary, it was still very tired.

"You guys go to sleep, I'm on night watch today!" Shangguan Yuzhou felt refreshed after hearing the story. As he spoke, he ran up to the top of the nearby ancient tree with his sword in hand.

Even in the blessed land of Qinghu, Shangguan Yuzhou is undefended. With his sword energy protecting his body, he is not afraid of anything.

Now when he arrived in this area, he became cautious.

"Then I'll bother Senior Brother Shangguan." Of course, this was what Kong Jiao was happy to see. He smiled warmly and arched his hands upward.

He had originally thought of placing a few mice or small snakes to keep watch at night.

Since Shangguan Yuzhou is on night duty himself, there is no need for it.

Huangfu Wuqin also yawned lazily. She was not a cultivator, so she snatched Dapeng away from Kong Jiao, used it as a pillow, and closed her eyes quietly.

Regardless of her beautiful figure being exposed in front of Kong Jiao.

However, Kong Jiao felt that something was wrong, so he took out a prepared green shirt, covered her gently, and muttered: "Senior Sister Huangfu, if you sleep like this, Junior Brother, I won't be able to practice."

After doing all this, Kong Jiao sat down by the campfire, slowly closed his eyes, and entered into practice.

He wants to reach the top of Foundation Building as soon as possible.

(End of chapter)