Chapter 242 -242

Chapter 242: Chapter242 In the cave, the sound of explosions was incessant, like a continuous string of firecrackers. Ten thousand blood shadows exploded around Han Kong like a dark sky pressing down on the earth. Their attacking power was not strong, but they could block his speed. Moreover, after a round of blood - shadow explosions, he was in a sorry state. His whole body was dyed pitch - black. Two strands of his white hair were broken in half. His nose and forehead were all black, just like a worker coming out of a coal mine. The large - scale blood - shadow explosions not only blocked Han Kong's forward steps but also interfered with his line of sight. When the eight powerful sword Qi of the 'Tiangang Nine Absolutes' rushed out, he was certain in his heart that Zhou Peng couldn't escape. He just didn't know whether Zhou Peng was dead or not. The blood shadows in front of him were getting fewer and fewer, and Han Kong's vision gradually became clear. He glared, and his half - broken white hair fluttered wantonly. A powerful stream of true Qi suddenly burst out from his body, instantly bouncing away the few remaining blood shadows around him. "Rumble!" All the blood shadows were bounced away and landed on the rock walls on both sides of the cave, making a deafening noise. Han Kong took a step forward and walked to Zhou Peng's original position. There was blood all over the ground. The eight sword Qi had cut eight deep, thin slits. Following the direction of the dripping blood, he frowned tightly and increased his speed to the extreme, chasing after Zhou Peng like a bolt of lightning. The ancient divine artifact, the Fantian Seal, and the Sky Demon, one of the ten great ancient Demon Kings. This was an excellent opportunity to make a name for himself. Han Kong definitely couldn't miss it. Beheading the Sky Demon would cause a sensation all over the world and intimidate the Demon Race. His position in the Qianji Sect would surely be elevated as well. As for the Fantian Seal, there was no need to explain to Long Xiaotian. How could Han Kong let go of such a two - for - one opportunity easily? "Zhou Peng, you can't escape!" He chased all the way along the bloodstains, while secretly being shocked in his heart. Zhou Peng's ability was beyond his imagination. It was unbelievable that someone with the strength of the sixth - order of Ruxu could resist the attack of the Qiankun Divine Power. Even seriously injured, he could still release the blood shadows that consumed a great deal of true Qi. He was indeed extraordinary, simply a peerless genius of the Demon Race that hadn't emerged in ten thousand years. Given time, if the Sky Demon Art was fully mastered, the Demon Race would surely rise. In the future, it was very likely that the Qianji Sect would be the first target. In any case, Zhou Peng couldn't be allowed to live. In half a breath, Han Kong had chased for two hundred meters and had reached a place seven hundred meters deep into the Chilian Cave. The Geng - metal Qi was extremely thick. Han Kong's chest caved in, and a pained expression appeared between his brows. Seven hundred meters was his limit. If he went a few more meters forward, his mind would surely be severely damaged. But the bloodstains on the ground were getting clearer. They had just dripped from the body not long ago. Zhou Peng couldn't be more than a hundred meters away from him, but this hundred meters was like a shackle that couldn't be broken through. "Zhou Peng!!!" "You can't escape. I advise you to come out." Han Kong was furious, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and took another step forward. After pausing for half a second, his face immediately became extremely pale. The impact of the Geng - metal Qi on his mind was too great. The deeper he went, the more difficult it was to move forward even half a meter. Activating the Geng - metal true Qi, Han Kong suddenly shouted. The 'Tiangang Overbearing Qi Shield' appeared on his body, and he tried to take half a step forward again. "Hoo..." Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew violently in the cave. The cold wind whistled past, like the wailing of ghosts, extremely ear - piercing. As the cold wind rushed out, the 'Tiangang Overbearing Qi Shield' on Han Kong's body suddenly shrank rapidly, and a series of sounds of steel shattering rang out. In less than half a second, the 'Tiangang Overbearing Qi Shield' was shattered into pieces by this gust of cold wind. Once the 'Tiangang Overbearing Qi Shield' disappeared, the cold wind immediately hit Han Kong's chest. Han Kong flew backward like a broken kite, flew several zhang (a Chinese unit of length, approximately 3.3 meters) and hit the rock wall heavily and then fell down. "Pfft!" The Qi in his chest was in turmoil, and the blood couldn't be suppressed and spurted out wildly. Han Kong frowned, took out a pill, tilted his head and swallowed it, and then immediately sat cross - legged to heal his wounds by practicing Qi. At the second - order of Qiankun, with a strength as powerful as the heavens, he couldn't even resist a gust of cold wind in the Chilian Cave. One could see how powerful this cave was? Han Kong had only gone seven hundred meters deep, and this was already at his limit. Just now, even half a meter further was impossible, and he was still pushed back by the cold wind. The Geng - metal Qi in the Chilian Cave was extremely terrifying. ———— Let's talk about Zhou Peng again. Seriously injured, he returned to his real form. There were tens of thousands of wounds all over his body, and bones were visible everywhere. If he hadn't tried his best to protect himself, perhaps his boneless 'big bird' would have been broken into several pieces. Maybe he could practice the 'Sunflower Treasure' without cutting in the future. Blood gushed out like a spring. Even after swallowing several Peiyuan Pills in a row, he couldn't stop the bleeding from all the wounds on his body. Not only that, external injuries could be cured over time. The most important thing was internal injuries. His internal organs had all been shaken and were extremely serious. The reduction of the Survival Value would surely have a great impact on his foundation. Once the foundation was shaken, his internal body would surely be damaged. Enduring the intense pain, Zhou Peng's face was as white as silver - gray. His lips seemed to be frosted. The air he inhaled into his lungs seemed extremely cold, and his whole body kept shivering. Excessive blood loss and continuous cold winds would surely lead to such a situation. "Can't die... definitely can't." This was the only thought in his mind. "I... I... I will surely... will come back and kill you." "Han Kong, you son of a bitch, I will never let you go." With this anger, he maintained his last bit of consciousness. Supporting himself on the rock wall with his hand, he staggered forward. Blood flowed straight from under his feet. When he heard Han Kong's footsteps, his heart suddenly contracted. As the cold wind blew past, he gasped for a few breaths of cold air. He mobilized the last bit of Qi in his dantian and rushed forward frantically as if his life depended on it. His speed gradually slowed down, but his steps didn't stop. He didn't know whether Han Kong would catch up or not. The only thing he could do now was to keep charging forward, forward, and forward... He didn't know how long had passed. The blood on his body seemed to have dried up. His clothes were full of congealed blood clots, which were dark red and shiny. Finally, Zhou Peng exhausted the last bit of Qi in his dantian. In front of him, there appeared a sky - like curtain like the night sky full of stars. He helplessly curled the corners of his mouth and said faintly, "Am I so dizzy that I'm seeing stars?" The stars were bright and twinkling. It was like a sky curtain inlaid with diamonds, extremely beautiful. "Plop!" Zhou Peng slowly slid down against the rock wall and finally fell to the ground, fainting. His body was stiff. At the moment he fell, Maomao suddenly rushed out, and then Yaokong followed. Seeing Zhou Peng's miserable state, Maomao hysterically raised his head to the sky and roared, "Aww..." The cave shook, and suddenly all the stars that had been twinkling on the sky curtain disappeared... Yaokong straightened Zhou Peng and sent true Qi from his hands, using all his strength to heal Zhou Peng's wounds. He frowned slightly. Although he hadn't seen what had happened outside just now, he could sense it. He and Maomao had asked to come out and help more than once in the space ring, but all had been rejected by Zhou Peng. Because Zhou Peng knew that if they came out, they couldn't withstand even one move from Han Kong. If it weren't for his Sky Demon Great Perfection Flesh Body, he would have been scattered to the winds long ago under the power of the Tiangang Nine Absolutes. From Demon City until now, Zhou Peng had always been extremely respectful to Yaokong, like treating an elder. He didn't hesitate to consume his True Yuan to heal his wounds, let him cultivate in the Liuli Divine Pagoda, and let him use everything in the space ring at will. All these things made Yaokong extremely grateful. At this moment, even if he hadn't been poisoned by the Lihun Poison, Yaokong would have followed Zhou Peng for life. In the Liuyun Sect, he seemed to be in the limelight, but in the end, he was still a slave of the Yao family. If the Yao family's patriarch was unhappy, he could instantly make Yaokong's soul disappear. And Yao Qing had never regarded him as a human being. Zhou Peng treated him with courtesy and had never asked him for anything. From the beginning to the end, he had been thinking about Yaokong. Except for that one appearance in the Extreme North Ming Sea, Zhou Peng had never let him come out again. Yaokong understood very well in his heart that Zhou Peng wanted to bear everything by himself. He wanted to face any difficulties and solve them by himself. All problems were faced by him alone. Since Qinghe City, he had been fighting, persevering, and striving alone all this time. He never showed mercy to his enemies and never held back with his friends. In this world where the strong were respected and the weak were prey to the strong, people like Zhou Peng were rare. Yaokong, who had lived for hundreds of years, had never seen anyone who would give away an Immortal - level cultivation method, an Immortal - grade battle weapon, take out a tenth - grade pill without hesitation to save an unrelated person, and be willing to go through fire and water for a friend. Unconsciously, Yaokong was deeply impressed by Zhou Peng. He was the only person Yaokong had ever respected in his hundreds of years of life. Now, even if Zhou Peng removed the Lihun Poison from his Sea of Consciousness, he wouldn't leave. "Even if I die, I will bring you back to life..." Yaokong said silently in his heart. The true Qi in his body rushed into Zhou Peng's body more powerfully, constantly protecting Zhou Peng's weak mind. Half an hour passed, but Yaokong didn't stop outputting true Qi. An hour passed, and Yaokong still didn't stop. At this time, Zhou Peng's face had slightly improved, but Yaokong himself was as cold as frost, like a dying person. Two hours passed, and Yaokong still didn't stop. Zhou Peng's face became a bit rosier, and his breathing was even. However, Yaokong's face was full of wrinkles, as if he had suddenly aged hundreds of years. "Pfft..." "Pfft..." Almost at the same time, Zhou Peng spat out a mouthful of black blood from his body, and Yaokong spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart, unable to hold it back. His whole person was on the verge of death, his wrinkles were like pine bark, his true Qi was exhausted, and his dantian was bleeding, but there was a faint smile on his lips. He had done it. "Elder Yao!" Zhou Peng turned his head, his eyes showing surprise. He immediately supported the extremely aged Yaokong. His heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. It hurt! "Young Master... you... you finally... finally woke up... cough, cough..." Yaokong was full of smiles, but the blood at the corners of his mouth kept flowing out. Seeing Zhou Peng wake up made him happier than anything else. "Elder Yao..." Zhou Peng's eyes sparkled, and tears couldn't stop flowing out. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter. Immediately, he swallowed all the Peiyuan Pills. His Qi value instantly increased by more than a hundred thousand points. Then, he immediately released a powerful stream of true Qi into Yaokong's body. "Young Master... no... don't... don't waste it... I... I can't make it!" The reason why martial cultivators could live for hundreds of years was all because of cultivation, cultivating Qi to prevent the internal organs in their bodies from decaying. But when the dantian bled and could no longer condense true Qi, the internal organs in the body would instantly decay, and a person would age instantly. To save Zhou Peng, Yaokong was willing to sacrifice his life without hesitation. What if he was a slave all his life? I'm willing! ...

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