Phew! There is still heavy snow in the Frost Moon Altar Canyon.

Strong cold wind mixed with snowflakes raged in the canyon.

Ordinary people walking in it might not even be able to open their eyes.

Amidst the heavy snow, there is a thick pile of snow at the bottom of the canyon.

Suddenly an arm stretched out from the thick snow on the ground and dug a snow hole.

The young man first stuck his head out and carefully observed the surroundings with his narrow eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is no trace of any monks except the wind and snow.

After making sure there was no danger, he slowly climbed out of the snow pit.

Kong Ju casually brushed off the snow residue still clinging to his clothes, then squinted his head and looked up at the sky in the wind and snow, as if to confirm the time.

It is now noon at Frost Moon Altar.

However, the big sun in the center of the sky had been obscured by the wind and snow, and only its outline could be barely seen.

The heat did not dispel the coldness of the Frost Moon Altar at all. 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 Jue had been out for only a moment when a layer of snowflakes adhered to his body and hair.

He was too lazy to clear the snow.

Holding the Frost Sutra in his hand, he slowly moved towards the Frost Moon Altar.

The Frost Moon Altar, where monks would pass by or fights would take place from time to time on normal days, was now dead silent.

The murderous aura lingering in the air made the world even more eerie.

Even though Kong Jue was cold-resistant, he couldn't help but shiver because of the murderous aura lingering in the air.

"Who exactly is this Han Dong? He's only at the seventh level of Yanglun, but he's so murderous." Although he was complaining in his mind, Kong Ju's face became even more fearful.

After walking for about a cup of tea, he saw the first corpse.

Most of the body was covered by snow, with only a piece of human skin left wrapping it, and the skinny face, like a mummy, was still exposed outside the snow.

Now it has been frozen into an ice sculpture.

Kong Ju could see deep fear in the expression left on the mummy before its death.

He just glanced at it calmly and then passed by the corpse silently.

As he gradually approached the Frost Moon Altar, more and more corpses appeared before his eyes.

There is one characteristic in the way they died, that is, they were sucked dry by some force.

Kong Ju knew that this was Han Dong's method.

This proves that these people all died at the hands of Han Dong.

"This guy is really bold. These dead people came from several sects. Isn't he afraid of being hunted down by many sects?" Kong Ju thought so and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Yes, he was originally on the wanted list of Cangwu Sect. I think it's not just Cangwu Sect that's looking for him. What is he afraid of?"

In fact, the place where Kong Ju was hiding was not far from the center of Frost Moon Altar.

But he walked very slowly, with fear and trepidation at every step, his body pressed close to the obstacles.

It took him a stick of incense to walk a distance that could be covered in a cup of tea.

At least they managed to enter the ruined buildings of Frost Moon Altar safely.

With the cover of the broken walls and ruins, Kong Ju felt somewhat safe. He seized the opportunity to jump into the wreckage of a building and slowly moved forward with the help of the gaps in the collapsed building.

Although it is slow, it is safer.

Finally, he found a high place near the altar in the center of the Frost Moon Altar.

The view from this position is excellent. Kong Ju leaned down and, using the gaps between the buildings, observed the current situation of the Frost Moon Altar from a high vantage point.

All that was seen were shocking corpses that were mostly covered by snow and wind. All of them were frozen by the cold and turned into ice sculptures standing in the snow and wind.

"I'm afraid there is no one alive in the entire Frost Moon Altar."

Kong Ju secretly swallowed his saliva and thought so.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.

Then he fixed his gaze on the altar of the Frost Moon Altar, and the red-clothed figure that was almost covered by the snow.

Han Dong!

The culprit who started the Frost Moon Altar massacre hasn't left yet.

He sat on top of the altar, still wrapped in the falling snow.

His hands formed some kind of seal, as if he was guiding some Taoist magic.

During this process, Han Dongru was like a clay sculpture or a wooden sculpture, and it seemed that he had no consciousness.

This made Kong Qi's body, which had been tense from seeing Han Dong, slowly relax.

"It seems that I am lucky!" Touching the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, Kong Ju smiled with relief.

When Kong Ju met Han Dong for the first time, he didn't see his face clearly.

Now from this position, I can just take in his appearance.

He has soft cheek curves, feminine eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and his long hair is combed meticulously.

Judging from his facial features alone, he was definitely the most handsome man Kong Ju had ever seen.

The red dress made her appearance even more gorgeous.

But judging from his appearance, who would have thought that this was the notorious murderer who slaughtered everyone in the Frost Moon Altar.

At first, Kong Ju was still wondering what Han Dong was doing.

The answer came soon.

Wisps of blood-colored mist began to be shed from the corpses that died on all sides of the Frost Moon Altar.

Gathering towards Han Dong in the center of the altar.

Then it penetrated into his body.

Seeing this scene, Kong Ju couldn't help but think of what the woman who blocked his way said.

She once mentioned the word 'blood food'.

Now Kong Ju seemed to understand the meaning of those two words.

"Han Dong actually used the spiritual blood of cultivators to practice. Is this the reason why he massacred the people at Frost Moon Altar?" There was a flash of horror in Kong Ju's eyes.

"No wonder he's wanted."

In this way, Han Dong's purpose of coming to Frost Moon Altar became clear.

Even after searching the areas controlled by several sects in the surrounding area, there is no place like the Frost Moon Altar. Those places are all for cultivators below the sixth level of Yanglun and have a large number of cultivators.

This place is specially provided for herbalists from several sects to collect Moon Condensing Ice Ganoderma. It is simply tailor-made for Han Dong and is the perfect place for cultivation.

"He is unconscious now, should we..." Kong Ju lay behind a crevice in the rock, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, hesitating whether to take action or not.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

But he soon put this unrealistic idea behind him.

His remaining sutras were not enough to kill even the gatekeeper woman in Yanglun Six Realms.

Regardless of whether Han Dong is really unconscious now, his current state is obviously stronger than before.

If you can't kill it with one blow, alarm it.

A hundred of me wouldn't be enough for him to kill, so there's no need to take the risk.

Moreover, Kong Ju could clearly see the cloud above Han Dong’s head, which represented his luck.

That luck was as white as snow, comparable to Shangguan Yuzhou's luck.

It is not so easy to kill a genius with such good fortune.

"That's good. No one will disturb me while I look for opportunities." Kong Ju didn't want to take the risk of killing someone, but if he just went to look for opportunities, then there would be no problem at all.

After taking a last look at Han Dong's location, Kong Ju disappeared into the ruins again.

Just when Kong Ju left.

What he didn't expect was that at the moment when murderous intent flashed in his mind.

In the center of the altar, Han Dong's tightly closed eyes and brows twitched slightly.

But as Kong Jue's murderous intent faded, Han Dong returned to his indifferent look.

The remaining frost was emitting light in a certain direction. Kong Ju followed the guidance of the light and came to an old and dilapidated stone chamber.

There are traces of people stepping on the ground here.

This proves that more than one herbalist has been here.

The light of the remaining scriptures shines on the walls of this stone chamber.

Kong Ju 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 signs of time on it. Many cold-resistant mosses are crawling all over the walls, making the originally plain walls even less eye-catching.

“Is there a secret passage behind the wall?”

Kong Ju narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, gathered spiritual energy in his palm, and tentatively struck out towards the wall.

Boom! The palm strike was powerful enough to penetrate the stone wall, but it only made a dull sound when it hit the stone wall.

Except for some moss that was shaken off, not even a piece of stone debris fell from the entire stone wall.

Instead, Kong Ju's palm was slightly numbed by the recoil force from the wall after it touched the stone wall.

"There's something strange indeed!" The hardness of the stone wall made Kong Ju give up the idea of ​​breaking through by force.

He began to bend down, his hands groping inch by inch on the stone wall that was as cold as ice due to the climate, and his eyes also looked at every inch of it with a keen eye.

Finally, he felt a depression about five feet below the ground.

Kong Ju's eyes lit up and he cleaned the remaining moss in the depression.

Just a crescent-shaped mark was revealed.

At this point, there was no need to hesitate. Kong Ju picked up the Frost Remaining Sutra and slowly inserted it into the depression.

The stone chamber fell into immersion.

The development that Kong Ju expected did not happen.

"Hmm?" Kong Qi's brows frowned uncontrollably.

Looking at the Frost Remaining Scripture perfectly embedded in the stone wall, he recalled in his mind the reaction of the Frost Remaining Scripture to his spiritual power.

He immediately stretched out his hand and tentatively injected frost-reducing spiritual power into the body of the Remnant Sutra.

This time there was a reaction.

Rumble! The stone wall that had not been shaken by Kong Ju's full-strength palm strike before now made a violent roar, and the entire stone wall was shaking.

The mosses that had covered the stone walls over the long years fell to the ground.

The original dark blue color of the stone wall was revealed.

Then, mysterious white light patterns slowly emerged, with the remaining scriptures that Kong Ju had injected spiritual energy into as the center.

An existence similar to some kind of formation was formed on the stone wall.

The next moment!

Bang! A blinding white light burst out from the formation on the stone wall.

The entire body of Kong Ju was wrapped up, and the entire stone chamber was swallowed up by the light.

When the light faded, Kong Jue and the remaining frost 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)