Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The army marched through the low mountains, the road gradually narrowing, the 30,000 cult members stretching into a long line of more than ten miles, winding along.

Hu Pass was already in sight, and the entire army, from top to bottom, breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the strict discipline of the Candle God Sect, many cult members would probably have cheered.

Before Hu Pass was a treacherous deep valley, about three miles long. After passing through the pass, there was another gorge more than five miles long before entering the wide hinterland. For invading enemies, the three-mile deep valley in front of the pass was a dangerous place.

A small half of the 30,000 cult members from the Three Northern Altars entered the deep valley, and the vanguard had already reached the pass. Zhao Shijie led his men to personally call out at the pass.

However, the hundreds of cult members guarding the pass showed no reaction to the tens of thousands of elite troops approaching slowly. There wasn't even anyone to answer or question them, they stood there like clay sculptures, motionless and lifeless.

"Not good! Something's wrong!" Zhao Shijie, who had been in the army for a long time, immediately realized something was wrong and shouted, "Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"

Before his voice faded, hundreds of black ribbons suddenly flew out from the pass, emitting a strange, ghostly light in the sunlight.

"It's poison water! Raise shields!"

The various commanders in the army shouted in sharp voices.

The two thousand cult members in the vanguard, though caught by surprise, were not in disarray. They raised the large shields they carried with them, forming an iron wall, sealing the space above them tightly.

Zhao Shijie soared into the sky, gripping his spear tightly, and flew towards the pass. In the violent tremor, the cult members standing on the pass all collapsed weakly to the ground, turning into a pool of blood.

More than a dozen Yuan Extinguishing Arrows flew out from the watchtower, heading straight for Zhao Shijie's vitals. Zhao Shijie twisted his body, dodging the flying arrows. Just as he was about to strike the watchtower with his spear, a black ball suddenly flew out from the side of the watchtower, like a shooting star chasing the moon, reaching him in an instant.

It was a Demonic Fire Bomb!

Zhao Shijie had no time to dodge and had to thrust his spear straight at the fire bomb.

In the "轰隆" explosion, the spear vibrated and was damaged. He had no time to feel sorry for his magic treasure and quickly moved back, dodging the flying flames.

At this moment, the black water splashing onto the shield formation below suddenly burst into flames. It turned out that the sparks from the Demonic Fire Bomb had ignited the black water. The black water was not poison water, but a peculiar kind of oil that could be ignited by Demonic Fire.

With the Demonic Fire raging, the Blood Refining and Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators holding the shields below could not resist. Their arms were instantly burned to white ash, the shields fell apart, and the fire spread to the cult members below, burning them as they wailed and fled in agony.

The cult members in the rear, seeing this, also retreated subconsciously. This retreat affected the entire army, and the thousands of people who had entered the narrow valley were thrown into chaos.

When Zhao Shijie shouted the first warning, Golden Dharma King received the report. Without having time to investigate, he immediately ordered the rear army to spread out to both sides, deploying defenses along the low mountains. He also ordered the central army to retreat, freeing up space for the front army to retreat.

However, after all, it was an army of tens of thousands of people, and no matter how well-trained they were, their movements were not as fast as a small number of elites.

While Golden Dharma King was making adjustments, arrows, fire bombs, and boulders were already flying from the mountain walls on both sides of Hu Pass. Below was like a living hell, with thousands of cult members fleeing in the sea of fire, dozens falling every moment.

Golden Dharma King was furious and roared, "Seventh, you take command. I'll go up the cliff and take a look!"

Fire Crow Daoist grabbed Zhang Yuanjing and shouted, "Dharma King, we'll go with you."

Golden Dharma King roared "Go!" and without looking back, drove his flying sword, like a streak of cold light, towards the left cliff in front of Hu Pass.

With the divine sense of several Core Formation stage cultivators and Saint Core stage demonic cultivators, although they were somewhat careless, they did not detect any abnormalities. It had to be said that the opponent's concealment skills were truly extraordinary. Of course, this also meant that there were very few enemies.

The left cliff was slightly higher than the right. Both cliffs were jagged with rocks, and many shallow caves had been artificially dug between the rocks. There were still many formation items remaining around the cave entrances.

In a few breaths, the cliff was empty, a scene of chaos.

Golden Dharma King didn't say a word, staring straight ahead with his copper bell-like eyes, circulating his mana and constantly urging the flying sword under his feet, chasing rapidly.

Zhang Yuanjing and Fire Crow Daoist followed behind him, their faces solemn. The enemy was clearly prepared and were all elites among elites. There must be several Saint Core stage experts among them.

Before long, the three of them chased for more than a thousand miles before seeing a cloud of black in the sky, like a large ball, rolling forward.

"Demonic Cloud Escape Talisman!" Golden Dharma King roared, accelerating his feet, his hands clenched into fists, creaking.

Zhang Yuanjing and Fire Crow Daoist didn't know why, but they both sensed that Golden Dharma King was extremely furious. Obviously, this surprise attack was completely unexpected and must have been done by someone he hadn't guarded against.

However, the cloud of black looked somewhat fluffy, but its speed was faster than top-grade flying swords. Although Golden Dharma King was strong, escape techniques were not his forte. Even if he used his full strength, the distance between him and the black cloud was getting farther and farther.

"Yuanjing, you follow behind. I'll chase after him first, in case of accidents! If we chase too far, turn around and return to the army. It's safer there!" Fire Crow Daoist simply instructed and accelerated his escape, chasing straight after Golden Dharma King.

Among the three of them, the fastest was undoubtedly Fire Crow Daoist, who was proficient in fire techniques. The slowest was Zhang Yuanjing, whose escape techniques were poor. He excelled at earth escape, but had some flaws in flying escape.

Zhang Yuanjing followed for more than a thousand miles, seeing that Golden Dharma King was getting farther and farther away from the black cloud and still refused to give up, instead letting Fire Crow Daoist chase at full speed. Knowing that there would be no result in a short time, and that he would be wasting time and mana by continuing to follow, he turned around and flew towards Hu Pass.

After flying for hundreds of miles, two people suddenly rushed out from a pile of rocks below.

One was iron-faced and masked, of medium build, as thin as firewood, and only had a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. Judging from his aura, Zhang Yuanjing felt a little familiar.

The other was tall and straight, with sharp eyes, and wore a leather mask on his face, so his appearance could not be seen. His aura was obscure, and Zhang Yuanjing could not see through his cultivation.

The person with the leather mask stared at Zhang Yuanjing for a few moments and asked, "Are you Xuan Tian Sect cultivator Zhang Yuanjing?"

This person's voice was low and had a sternness of a superior. However, what he said shocked Zhang Yuanjing. He immediately blurted out, "Who are you?"

This person snorted lightly, deliberately suppressing his voice and said, "You will know who I am. Since you are indeed that Zhang Yuanjing who entered the Mustard Seed space of the Hou Tu Sect and returned alive, then come with me!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a white ribbon flew out, fluttering in the wind, slowly rolling towards Zhang Yuanjing.

At first, Zhang Yuanjing had not recognized his voice. Now that he deliberately disguised it, he felt somewhat familiar, but in this critical moment, he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

The incoming white ribbon seemed light and weightless, but it had a tyrannical pressure that made Zhang Yuanjing unable to resist. This was the power of the Nascent Soul level!

In the nick of time, Zhang San took the initiative to release protective power, blocking the white ribbon for a moment.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly activated the power of Hou Tu in his dantian, bent his legs and sat back, falling straight down.

The person with the leather mask was not surprised by Zhang Yuanjing's escape. He smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, and the white ribbon turned sharply, chasing closely behind Zhang Yuanjing.

When Zhang Yuanjing was about to disappear into the earth, the white ribbon suddenly accelerated, but instead of directly attacking Zhang Yuanjing, it passed by and blocked his path to the ground.

Zhang Yuanjing flashed to the side, but the white ribbon was like a maggot on a bone, always three zhang in front of him.

Zhang Yuanjing tried several times and knew that this person was deliberately teasing him, forcing him to use his methods.

He felt a little uneasy. This person must be very familiar with him, even knowing that he had a congenital spiritual treasure, so he only took the strategy of entanglement, rather than a strong attack.

This person's methods seemed careless, but in fact he was very careful, always guarding against his sneak attacks.

He couldn't help but smile wryly. This person was clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator, but he put himself in a weak position first, not seeking merit but seeking no fault. How could a Core Formation cultivator deal with this?

Since the other party's intention was clear, there was no point in hiding the Lian Yang Umbrella. Zhang Yuanjing condensed his thoughts, took out the black umbrella, opened the umbrella surface, and held it over his head.

Zhang San, on his orders, broadcasted his power, resisting the white ribbon, and then quickly fell to the ground with him.

The person with the leather mask chuckled, his mana surged out, and the white ribbon flashed with light, turning into a galaxy, rolling straight towards the Lian Yang Umbrella.

A round of scorching sun rose from the black umbrella surface of the Lian Yang Umbrella, and the majestic power gathered together, shooting out from the tip of the umbrella, hitting the galaxy.

The person with the leather mask pushed out with both hands, mobilizing more mana to urge the galaxy to collide with the Lian Yang Umbrella.

At this time, if Zhang Yuanjing gave up the Lian Yang Umbrella, he could smoothly escape into the earth.

However, he never had this idea. Instead, he held the umbrella handle with both hands, pouring all his mana into the umbrella, although this mana was like grains of sand compared to pearls for the person with the leather mask.

"Master, if you continue to consume like this, Zhang San will run out of energy sooner or later. You must quickly escape."

Zhang Yuanjing asked, "How long can you last?"

"If this person doesn't use other means and only confronts like this, Zhang San can hold on for about two hours."

Before his voice dissipated, the person with the leather mask had already thrown out a flying sword. This sword was about three feet long, the blade was slightly wider, the whole body was golden, the edge was flowing with light, and it had a sharp aura. It rose into the sky and rotated for a week in the sky, splitting the rich turbid air, and then slashing straight at the umbrella surface of the Lian Yang Umbrella.

"Boom!"

Because the Lian Yang Umbrella had to protect Zhang Yuanjing, it could not move and had to withstand this blow. A layer of luster faded from the umbrella body.

The flying sword hit and immediately rotated into the sky again, slashing down again.

"Master, this won't work. Zhang San can't hold on for long. If allowed to use full power, Zhang San can break through the entanglement of this galaxy with one move and buy time for Master."

"What about yourself?"

"Zhang San still needs to defend against the flying sword in the sky, I'm afraid I can't be immediately taken into the storage bracelet by Master."

"This—"

At this time, the flying sword slashed down again, and the Lian Yang Umbrella trembled all over.

"Please make a decision as soon as possible, Master."

"Then do it!"

As soon as Zhang Yuanjing sent out this thought, the Lian Yang Umbrella broke free from his hand and rotated rapidly, first hitting the flying sword, and then the umbrella surface glowed with a faint light, as if electric snakes were twitching, and a dark light shot out, straight into the galaxy.

This blow was silent, and the dark light seemed to be nothingness, did not cause any damage to the galaxy, and completely disappeared into it.

"Master, go quickly!" Zhang Shi urged.

At the same time, the galaxy suddenly dissipated, revealing a white ribbon, falling gently.

Zhang Yuanjing gathered his mana on his legs and fell rapidly.

The person with the leather mask showed a look of surprise in his eyes, and then turned to joy. He made a magic seal with one hand, driving the flying sword to slash at the Lian Yang Umbrella, and took out a green vine with the other, throwing it at Zhang Yuanjing.

At this time, the Lian Yang Umbrella shook, as if teleporting, moved to Zhang Yuanjing's head, and rotated the umbrella surface to knock away the green vine.

Then, there was a "boom", and the golden flying sword heavily slashed on the Lian Yang Umbrella, splitting it and falling rapidly, hitting Zhang Yuanjing's shoulders and back.

Although Zhang Yuanjing had already used the Source Stone to protect his body, he was still hit so hard that his internal organs were dislocated, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, this also accelerated his fall, and he took the opportunity to drill into the soil, and took the Lian Yang Umbrella that fell with him into the storage bracelet.

The person with the leather mask let out a "Huh", quite surprised by the toughness of the Lian Yang Umbrella.

However, he was not impatient because of this. He made a magic seal with his hand, urging the white ribbon that seemed to have lost its spirituality to go into the soil.

Although this thing was light and soft, it could easily break into the soil like a sharp object, and quickly drilled down, chasing after Zhang Yuanjing.

"Want to be a field mouse, then see how deep you can drill!" The person with the leather mask said with a sneer, his eyes full of teasing.

Then he asked the iron-faced man beside him, "Are you sure it's this person?"

The iron-faced man bowed and said, "Returning to Master, it's him, this subordinate will never be wrong. At that time, in the medicine garden of the Mustard Seed space, there were only two people from the Xuan Tian Sect in total, Wu Yuankui was trapped in it, and the other was this Zhang Yuanjing!"

The person with the leather mask "Hmm"ed and said to himself, "It's him. That Wen Zaidong can't be completely trusted after all. I hope this kid knows the whereabouts of that thing!"

In the soil, Zhang Yuanjing clearly felt that the white ribbon behind him was catching up, and its speed had slowed down slightly compared to when it was in the air, but it was always moving slowly, twenty or thirty zhang behind him.

Zhang Yuanjing did not dare to neglect, and tried his best to escape into the soil more than six hundred zhang below.

At four hundred zhang, the downward speed of the white ribbon finally slowed down, as if there were signs of exhaustion.

The person with the leather mask snorted coldly, and the magic seal in his hand kept changing. The white ribbon seemed to have gained strength, and became sharp again, breaking through the soil and rushing to Zhang Yuanjing's back.

Zhang Yuanjing struggled to escape downwards, until more than six hundred zhang, the white ribbon stopped again.

On the ground, the person with the leather mask was quite surprised, and blurted out, "The earth escape technique of this Hou Tu Sect is really powerful, a Core Formation stage can go so deep into the soil!"

The iron-faced man on his side did not know how to answer, so he simply remained silent.

The person with the leather mask changed the magic seal again, and this time it was quite difficult, and even wisps of white air appeared on his head.

As he cast the spell, the white ribbon that had already stopped in the ground began to drill again, but only went down ten zhang or so, and then softened into a ball, and stopped moving.

"It's really unlucky, the turbid air is rampant here, the distance is too far, and the mana can't be supplied." The person with the leather mask said somewhat irritably, "Forget it, I'll let you live a few more days! When you get to the Candle God Sect's main altar, you will have to see the means of someone!"

He uttered a low shout of “Let’s go!” A cloud of magical energy billowed from beneath his feet, enveloping himself and the iron-masked man beside him, and they sped rapidly southward.