Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Shang Ming’s eyes were bloodshot, his face pale with a hint of green, a strange smile appearing as he emitted an indistinct sound from his mouth.

While resisting the repulsive force of the Frenzy Beast Pill, his bodily functions had been damaged, and he had lost the ability to speak. However, at this moment, his mind was clear, and his strength was at its peak.

Pointing a finger at Zhang Yuanjing, then patting his own belly, Shang Ming made a "Heh heh!" sound, even sticking out his tongue to lick his purple lips. Subsequently, he summoned a golden hammer and a silver seal, brandishing them above his head.

Two high-grade spiritual artifacts! Fortunately, not magical treasures. Zhang Yuanjing breathed a sigh of relief, his heart at ease. Even if the opponent possessed pseudo-Core Formation strength, these two items wouldn't be able to harm him.

Wielding his axe and shield for defense, he held the Spirit Gathering Hoe in one hand and a low-grade, high-quality Vajra Talisman in the other, staring intently at Shang Ming. He would only focus on full defense; with his strength, any offensive means would be useless against Shang Ming, who had a clear mind and pseudo-Core Formation strength.

Shang Ming shouted, his hand gestures first directing the golden hammer, which came directly smashing down towards Zhang Yuanjing's head without any fancy moves.

Zhang Yuanjing raised his great axe, blocking with all his might. With a loud "Clang!" the axe body sank, faintly showing signs of falling.

The golden hammer rose again, smashing down once more, the axe body trembling, buzzing, its luster already dim.

Zhang Yuanjing retreated ten zhang, retracting the great axe, but the golden hammer pursued, still smashing down. Zhang Yuanjing dared not resist head-on and retreated again.

Shang Ming chuckled, waving his hands as the silver seal floating above his head shot out, releasing more than a dozen beams of white light towards Zhang Yuanjing, instantly binding him.

This move was a famous technique in the Star Moon Sect, called Starlight Chains. Any cultivator who practiced the Starry Sky Art, one of the Star Moon Sect's two major cultivation methods, knew it. This move used starlight as a binding force, gentle yet firm, and could not be broken without a conflicting cultivation method or spiritual weapon.

Bound by the white light, Zhang Yuanjing could still move his hands and feet, but the cold aura of the white light suppressed his entire magical power, stagnating in his dantian and meridians, unable to circulate or be transported.

Only then did Shang Ming casually point his finger at the golden hammer, and a phantom in the shape of a large hammer slowly appeared behind it, initially several feet in size, then growing to more than two zhang, the hammerhead creating a gust of wind as it rose, its aura astonishing.

In this critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck Zhang Yuanjing's mind, and he thought of something he could use. He reached into his storage bag and took out a Fire Dragon Pill, quickly swallowing it. As a scorching heat arose, the cold aura was expelled from his dantian and meridians, and the power of Thick Earth flowed within him once more.

He stomped his foot, activating the Swift Boots, instantly flashing ten zhang away, dodging the giant hammer phantom that smashed down.

Shang Ming snorted angrily, his hand gestures directing the white light binding Zhang Yuanjing, and the light suddenly tightened, tightly binding him from the outside. At this moment, although he could circulate his magical power, he could not move his hands and feet.

The golden hammer smashed down again, and Zhang Yuanjing's magical power surged forth. A small golden shield emerged from the top of his head, blocking upwards, stopping the fiercely smashing golden hammer.

With a muffled "Boom!" the golden hammer was bounced away, while the small golden shield trembled slightly and disappeared.

A look of suspicion appeared on Shang Ming's face, and he turned his head to look at the surrounding void, confirming that there was no one else helping. Then he turned his head to stare at Zhang Yuanjing, his mouth full, not knowing what he was saying.

Zhang Yuanjing had no time to pay attention to his reaction, only guiding the raging fire transformed from the Fire Dragon Pill within his abdomen, burning towards the chains of white light on his body.

This white light was extremely afraid of fire, and in just two breaths, it shrank significantly. Zhang Yuanjing mobilized his remaining magical power, forcefully struggling, and broke free from the white light.

The first thing he did after standing up was to grab the fiery red gourd he had obtained from Fire Crow Daoist. Now he couldn't care about killing bats and collecting grass; he had to get through the crisis before him first.

Shang Ming didn't care about the disappearance of the white light chains. After pondering for a few breaths, he still couldn't figure out what the golden shield that had emerged from Zhang Yuanjing's forehead was.

Seeing Zhang Yuanjing take out a fiery red gourd, he sneered, raised his hand, and pointed at the silver seal. The silver seal rotated several times, transforming into a long sword, conjuring hundreds of sword shadows, falling directly towards Zhang Yuanjing's head.

This move was a unique skill from the Moon Shadow Art, another of the Star Moon Sect's two major cultivation methods, called Moon Shadow Sword, illusory and difficult to distinguish, like a dream.

Among the hundreds of sword shadows, one was real. To break this move, one either had to have extremely strong divine sense to see through where the real sword was hidden, or make a swift move to break all the illusions simultaneously, or have extremely fast escape techniques to flash tens of zhang away in an instant.

Within the trapped formation, it formed its own world, and the use of divine sense was not affected. However, for a superior sword technique performed by a pseudo-Core Formation realm existence, with illusions changing in an instant, Zhang Yuanjing had no confidence that he could rely on his divine sense to accurately find the only real sword.

Therefore, he only had one way, which was to slap a low-grade, high-quality Vajra Talisman on his neck, then use the Profound Crystal Axe to protect the top of his head and the Spirit Restraining Hoe to protect his face, allowing the sword shadows to strike his entire body.

After a moment, hundreds of sword shadows swept past like wind, causing the sleeves of his robe to flutter, with no real sword among them. Looking again, the silver long sword was still suspended above Shang Ming's head, as if it had not moved at all.

Because the protective golden light on Zhang Yuanjing's body still existed, Shang Ming just stared at him with a gloomy face, no longer attacking.

Obviously, this person was wary of the Frenzy Beast Pill's violence, worried that excessive consumption of magical power would prematurely trigger the repulsive force, so even though his strength was much greater, he fought cautiously.

A low-grade, high-quality Vajra Talisman could last for about twenty breaths without being attacked.

Zhang Yuanjing had another one, and also a few middle-grade Vajra Talismans, so he could last for about half a quarter of an hour. However, this time was far from enough for Shang Ming to enter a state of madness.

While he was thinking, the void on one side suddenly shook, and two more cultivators broke in.

One was a man in his forties, with a slender figure, a full moon face, and eyes like shooting stars, wearing a crimson gauze robe, with an otherworldly temperament. It was Yun Zhongyan, the Celestial Pivot Sword of the Seven Stars Cave.

The other was an old man in his fifties, tall, with a white face, a high nose, and a pair of red eyes, dressed like a merchant in the secular world.

As soon as the two entered the trapped formation, they saw Zhang Yuanjing and Shang Ming confronting each other.

The two did not recognize Zhang Yuanjing, but they were very familiar with Shang Ming, knowing that he was one of the leaders of the Profound Yin Cave cultivators of the Star Moon Sect, with extremely powerful strength.

Yun Zhongyan immediately cupped his fist and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Shang, are you also trapped here?"

The red-eyed old man stared at Zhang Yuanjing, his eyes showing an unkind look. Since this person was not a cultivator from the Star Moon Sect's camp, he was naturally an enemy, a head that could be exchanged for pills.

However, Yun Zhongyan was by no means a careless person. Before the sound of his voice faded, he noticed Shang Ming's abnormality. He immediately reached out and grabbed the red-eyed old man, saying in a low voice, "Brother Tong, something is wrong. Don't act rashly."

Shang Ming looked at the two, revealing a greedy gaze. He immediately abandoned Zhang Yuanjing in front of him and turned to walk slowly towards the two.

Yun Zhongyan's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Shang, may I know what you want to teach?"

Shang Ming did not say a word, still approaching the two unhurriedly.

"He has taken the Frenzy Beast Pill and is already a beast-man! If you don't want to die, stay away from him!" Zhang Yuanjing shook his head helplessly, finally opening his mouth to remind them.

The arrival of two new people was not a good thing. Unless the two carried spiritual weapons or strange objects that could restrain beast-men, ordinary attacks would not be able to harm it.

On the contrary, if one person was devoured by the beast-man, it would be able to advance again and become even stronger.

"Frenzy Beast Pill?"

"Beast-man!"

The two were both puzzled, not understanding what was going on. But they could both see that there was definitely a problem with Shang Ming, and they quickly retreated to the other side.

This place was only a li in radius. For cultivators who could escape quickly and had flying spiritual weapons, it was like a beast trapped in a cage or a bird trapped in a net, with nowhere to hide.

Shang Ming waved his hand, and the golden hammer giant shadow smashed towards Yun Zhongyan, while the flying sword transformed from the silver seal released sword shadows towards the red-eyed old man.

Yun Zhongyan moved his feet, and light and shadow flashed, easily dodging the golden hammer. The red-eyed old man then raised all eighteen flying needles, transforming them into hundreds of red threads, sweeping towards the sky full of sword shadows.

As Shang Ming's hand gestures changed repeatedly, the golden hammer continued to pursue Yun Zhongyan, while the flying sword continuously conjured sword shadows, falling like rain towards the red-eyed old man, none of which were real.

But the red-eyed old man did not dare to be negligent, knowing that the Star Moon Sect's Moon Shadow Sword's illusion and reality could change in an instant. Every time a sword shadow attacked, he fought back with all his might, breaking all the sword shadows.

For a time, Zhang Yuanjing was idle. He sorted through the spiritual weapons, pills, and strange objects he carried one by one. Anything that he could use with his strength could not deal with the beast-man. If he hadn't given that Flame Beast Golden Horn to Zhang Xuan back then, it might have been possible to pierce through this fiend.

While he was thinking, the situation in the field took a turn for the worse. The red-eyed old man was only concerned with defending against the sword shadows, and inadvertently, the flying sword transformed back into the silver seal, and more than a dozen starlight chains hung down, binding him tightly.

This person did not have Zhang Yuanjing's Fire Dragon Pill, nor did he have any other suitable items to break the chains. After struggling a few times, he was immediately caught up by Shang Ming, who grabbed his neck.

Seeing this, Yun Zhongyan released both the silver and black swords, slashing directly at Shang Ming's back and forehead.

Shang Ming ignored the silver sword slashing at his back, swiftly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the black sword slashing at his forehead. With a forceful squeeze, he caused the black sword to tremble continuously, its spiritual power greatly damaged, and it was clear that it could no longer be used.

Shang Ming smiled hideously at Yun Zhongyan, who had a look of heartache, and then opened his purple lips, biting down on the red-eyed old man's carotid artery, swallowing the hot blood in large gulps, his two sharp fangs deeply embedded in his neck, seeping out a ball of green liquid.

"Ah—!" The red-eyed old man screamed miserably, but it only lasted for a breath before he was strangled by the hideous Shang Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, let's attack together and quickly kill this fiend! Once it finishes eating one person, its strength will greatly increase, and there will be no way out!" Yun Zhongyan transmitted a message to Zhang Yuanjing, who was opposite Shang Ming, urgently.

"Wait a little longer. When it advances, it will form a blood cocoon on its body surface. That should be the weakest time, and our attacks can be effective!" Zhang Yuanjing transmitted back, "However, before that, this monster will definitely chase after the two of us. Don't let it catch you!"

After Shang Ming sucked the hot blood from the red-eyed old man's carotid artery, he began to concentrate on devouring his body, from head to toe, skin and bones, swallowing it all without leaving a trace.

After eating, he let out a comfortable burp, squinted at Yun Zhongyan and Zhang Yuanjing, a few lazy expressions appearing on his face. Then he sat down, closed his eyes to rest, as if he was savoring the "delicious food" just now.

After more than ten breaths, Shang Ming went mad. This was not because he couldn't bear the stimulation of the repulsive force, but because of the instinctive venting before he was about to advance.

The first person he chased was Zhang Yuanjing. At this time, it was faster, as if it had wings on its ribs, soaring at will, chasing Zhang Yuanjing in a panic, almost being injured by its sharp claws.

A quarter of an hour later, fleshy bumps bulged out again on Shang Ming's body, flashing with blood-red light like a rainbow, extremely dazzling. After a few breaths, all the fleshy bumps burst open, and a dense blood mist enveloped his entire body, about to form a blood cocoon again.

"Attack it quickly!"

Zhang Yuanjing shouted in a low voice, and the Profound Crystal Axe slashed out. At the same time, he opened the fiery red gourd, releasing hundreds of fire crows, surrounding Shang Ming and scorching him, the originally dense blood mist becoming sparse.

"Aooo—" Shang Ming raised his head and let out a long howl, unexpectedly窜ing out from the blood mist, heading straight for Zhang Yuanjing's location.

Zhang Yuanjing summoned his flying sword, dodging back and forth. Yun Zhongyan on the other side controlled the remaining silver sword, repeatedly slashing at Shang Ming's vitals.

Shang Ming finally became manic, seemingly about to lose his mind. However, to the surprise of the two, it suddenly roared, like a thunderclap, shaking Zhang Yuanjing so that his body swayed, almost falling off his flying sword.

Fortunately, his divine sense was strong, and he managed to withstand the impact, only bleeding from his mouth and ears, with no major injuries.

Yun Zhongyan was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by this roar, his soul buzzing, unable to control his body.

Shang Ming immediately abandoned Zhang Yuanjing, who was flying around on his flying sword, and pounced on Yun Zhongyan, grabbing him and tearing him apart madly, soon swallowing him into his stomach.

With the supplement of the blood and qi of two Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators, a layer of red light appeared on Shang Ming's pale face, and then his entire body was covered in red light, the color extremely bright. Before long, it transformed into a blood cocoon, wrapping Shang Ming's body and entering a state of advancement.

At this time, Zhang Yuanjing had no Yin Extinguishing Sand, so he could only release another hundred fire crow spirits to temper the blood cocoon.

The fire crow spirits were much stronger than the Fierce Fire Talisman. Under repeated burning, the blood cocoon turned slightly black, and its spiritual power was damaged by twenty to thirty percent. However, it stopped there. After that, no matter how it was burned, the blood cocoon no longer showed any signs of weakening.

Half an hour later, when the blood cocoon burst open, Shang Ming, who had completely recovered his old appearance, walked out slowly, revealing his Core Formation Initial Stage strength.

He licked his lips and said with a pleasant expression, "Fellow Daoist, it's your turn!"