Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Senior, are there any other Core Formation cultivators in this palace?" Zhang Yuanjing asked.

"Only this one was found in this Golden Clam Palace." Fire Crow Daoist answered with certainty, "There is also one person in a palace above, who should be the Core Formation cultivator investigating our cultivation, but he is only at the early stage. There are also several palaces that are either protected by formations or engraved with restrictions, so the situation inside is still unknown."

The two found two long benches near the east wall, with a small square table in between, on which were placed some melons, fruits, and drinks.

Before they had sat for long, Yu Jiu hurried in again, scanned the crowd, found their location, walked over in a few steps, and said in a low voice, "The two fellow Daoists, please come with me. Steward Long wants you to go to the Dragon King Hall as well."

The two exchanged a glance, didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and followed Yu Jiu out of the Golden Clam Palace.

The Dragon King Hall was at the very top of the entire palace complex, not large in area, only about twenty zhang in radius, but the entire outer wall of the main hall was inlaid with gold and silver, and the roof was covered with green jade tiles, which looked magnificent and brilliant under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"This palace is arranged with formations to block mana fluctuations and divine sense detection. Even if Core Formation cultivators were to fight fiercely inside, there wouldn't be any abnormalities showing." Fire Crow Daoist suddenly transmitted his voice.

"So, the other party wants to strike first!" Zhang Yuanjing pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Does this formation have the power to kill?"

Fire Crow Daoist carefully identified it, and after a few breaths, he said, "It's just an isolation formation, not a killing formation. Presumably, the other party used Huo Zhengkai to lure us into a trap, and they were worried that setting up a killing formation would scare us away."

He had managed a Daoist field for two hundred years and had a lot of experience with formations, so he spoke with great certainty.

The Dragon King Hall was divided into a front hall and a back hall. Entering through the main entrance was the front hall, which was about ten zhang in radius. There were two doorways on each side, which were pitch black inside. There were formations to block it, so it was impossible to find out what was going on.

"You wait here, I'll go report to Steward Long." Yu Qi left a sentence and strode into the left doorway, disappearing from sight.

After two breaths, a "boom" sound came from behind the two of them, and a heavy door, seemingly made of gold but not, fell from above the hall door, slamming onto the ground with a "clang", blocking the exit tightly, leaving not a single gap.

The main hall instantly became pitch black. At the same time, a profound aura enveloped the area, and the space inside the hall began to expand in a trance, becoming empty. The original area of only ten zhang in radius had expanded more than ten times.

The two were very calm and did not show any panic.

After a while, dozens of night-shining pearls suddenly lit up on both sides of the main hall, illuminating the hall as bright as day.

At this time, a hidden door at the innermost part of the main hall suddenly turned, and several people walked out of it.

The person at the head was a thin middle-aged Daoist with sharp eyes like knives. He carried six flying swords with obscure spiritual energy on his back. The hilts protruded from his shoulders, three on the left and three on the right. The hilts on the left were silver, and the ones on the right were red. His cultivation was already at the late stage of Core Formation, but his aura was surging, and he was probably just entering the realm, and his cultivation had not yet been completely stabilized.

Behind him were two tall cultivators, both over seven feet tall, dressed in short outfits, each holding a long stick, looking majestic. Judging from their aura, they were at the middle stage of Core Formation.

There was also a rather thin cultivator, with a pale face and turbid air swirling around him, who was actually a Saint Core stage middle-stage demonic cultivator.

In order to deal with Zhang Yuanjing and Fire Crow Daoist, the other party sent out four Core Formation level cultivators at once, and their strength was not weak.

Behind the four, Long Qi grabbed a middle-aged cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment and pushed him forward. This middle-aged cultivator had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his facial features were very tough. Even if his expression was tired, it was difficult to hide the sharp aura that burst forth from the inside out.

"Bang!" The secret door closed and then disappeared. The entire space in the hall was integrated, like an airtight square box.

Zhang Yuanjing's expression moved slightly, and he recognized this cultivator as Huo Xiaokai, whom he had not seen for more than sixty years. If calculated by age, he should be nearly eighty years old at this time, but judging from the sharpness inadvertently revealed between his eyebrows, he was still a handsome and upright young man.

Huo Xiaokai stared blankly at Zhang Yuanjing, repeatedly chanting a sentence in his heart: Could it be that what Xiao Yousong said was true?

The sword-carrying middle-aged Daoist only glanced at Zhang Yuanjing slightly, then stared at Fire Crow Daoist without blinking, and asked, "Who are you? Why did you hide your cultivation and mix into Azure Water Peak?"

His voice carried a sharp aura of metal and iron intertwined, which had a strong sense of oppression.

He knew every late-stage Core Formation cultivator of the Xuan Tian Sect, but there was no such person.

Fire Crow Daoist said lightly, "This old Daoist was passing by this place and heard that a fellow Daoist in the Core Formation realm was having a birthday celebration, so I came to pay my respects and make friends!"

"Oh, you're not here for him?" The middle-aged Daoist pointed to Huo Xiaokai behind him and said coldly.

Fire Crow Daoist had already determined that Xiao Yousong had not revealed their true identities, so he chuckled and said, "This old Daoist doesn't know him, so how can I say I came for him! Fellow Daoist, is it because of this doubt that you set up a trap to deal with this old Daoist?"

When Huo Xiaokai heard this, his eyes darkened: Sure enough, it's not Uncle Zhang. What Xiao Yousong said in his voice transmission sounded quite plausible, but it turned out to be a complete lie to deceive me. It's just that this Core Formation cultivator does look a bit similar to Uncle Zhang, but he's too young.

He was thinking to himself, but Long Qi suddenly struck his back with a palm. Caught off guard, he lost his footing and fell to the ground.

Long Qi shouted, "Boy, do you recognize these people? If you want to save your life, tell the truth!"

Huo Xiaokai had been placed under a restriction by a Core Formation cultivator, and it was difficult for him to even move his mana, let alone reach out and shake his legs. At this time, he endured the severe pain on his body, struggled to stand up, and then said calmly, "I don't recognize them."

"Have you seen clearly? You dare to answer! Take a good look and then speak!"

Long Qi kicked Huo Xiaokai from the side, knocking him to the ground.

This kick was not light, and Huo Xiaokai fell heavily to the ground, his face was broken, and blood flowed out.

He sneered, using his hands and feet, slowly got up, and then straightened his back, like a sharp spear inserted there, but did not answer Long Qi's question.

Zhang Yuanjing was a little annoyed in his heart, but he knew that this sword-carrying middle-aged Daoist was testing them, so he looked on indifferently, and deliberately raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Huo Xiaokai didn't say anything, Long Qi was immediately annoyed. He took a step forward and was about to strike again.

The sword-carrying middle-aged Daoist waved his hand and said, "Since you don't know him, then take him away."

Long Qi bowed and replied, "Yes."

He dragged Huo Xiaokai and walked towards the back, holding a formation symbol in his hand, probably a token to enter this formation.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanjing wanted to make a move, and his hands behind his back clenched into fists from time to time, and then released them.

At this time, Fire Crow Daoist quickly transmitted two words: "Don't rush!"

The sword-carrying middle-aged Daoist's eyes had been fixed on Fire Crow Daoist's face. Seeing that he suddenly sent a voice transmission, he couldn't help but chuckle, showing a look of everything being under control, and slowly said, "This fellow Daoist is hiding very deeply, and almost deceived someone. Don't take him away yet, just stay there and don't move."