Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Because of this delay, the black mist had completely covered Zhulong's body and was rapidly spreading to the surrounding area.

Zhenye didn't bother with the "ants" below. He once again urged the silver saber to emit a blazing saber light, intending to repeat the old trick and clear the black mist.

However, this black mist was very strange. It was not affected by the saber light, but instead became thicker and thicker, and the area it covered became larger and larger.

At this time, Zhenye lost the accurate location of Zhulong. He didn't know the origin of the black mist and didn't dare to touch it easily, so he had to wander around its periphery, occasionally waving his saber and slashing out a saber light, hitting it into the black mist to test Zhulong's reaction.

A few breaths passed, but Zhulong remained silent. Zhenye was about to threaten him again when he suddenly heard a change in the cave ceiling.

He looked up and saw something bulging out of the soil layer above, and then moving. At first, there was only one object, then it became more than a dozen, and finally as many as nearly a hundred, constantly exchanging positions, seemingly chaotic, but in fact, it contained a hidden mystery.

Zhenye was, after all, knowledgeable. Seeing this scene, he immediately realized that this was the operation of a formation. He guessed that there was a change in the great formation above, and hurriedly summoned the Zijin alms bowl to the top of his head, and his mental power poured in like a tide, urging this Buddhist treasure to hang down golden light like a curtain, wrapping himself in the middle.

Sure enough, when the above movement stopped, there was a loud bang, and countless black flames drilled out of the soil and rolled down.

Zhenye was shocked and was about to escape when the long-hidden Zhulong rushed out of the black mist, and its thick dragon tail whipped over like lightning. He didn't dare to block it head-on, so he chanted a spell and moved horizontally, dodging towards a corner of the cave away from the black flames.

However, at this moment, a hurricane suddenly appeared in the earth wall of that corner, rolled him up, and threw him towards the center of the cave, towards the center of those black flames.

Zhenye quickly operated the Immovable King Sutra of his sect, and after being passively thrown more than ten feet away, he finally stopped his figure, and once again shifted horizontally, heading towards another place where many Candle God Cult demonic cultivators were gathered.

However, at this time, Zhulong chased after him again, still whipping with its long tail. Zhenye had to change direction. However, a hurricane also rushed out of the cave wall, blowing him away.

At the same time, dense black fire emerged from the top of the cave, like blooming demon flowers.

In an instant, the cave flickered with black light, the gale roared, and the flames filled the air. Clusters of black fire went straight down, regardless of friend or foe.

The black fire hit mid-air and exploded like thunderbolts, dividing into dozens or hundreds of fist-sized fireballs, flying in all directions.

Zhang Yuanjing, who was in the ground, saw this scene, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly drilled out of the ground, heading towards the place where the Candle God Cult demonic cultivators were gathered, using the technique of earth control to help block the fireballs.

However, he was only one person with two hands, how could he take care of everything? Immediately, hundreds of immobile demonic cultivators were stuck by the fireballs, burning them to the point of frantically waving their hands and feet and wailing miserably.

Looking at the sky, Zhenye had been surrounded by several clusters of black fire, blocking all routes of escape.

The nearby flames seemed to be attracted by some force, all gathered over, superimposed together, and turned into a fire prison, trapping Zhenye in it.

Zhenye was shocked, and chanted the incantation loudly. The Zijin alms bowl shone brightly, isolating the black fire outside. At the same time, he quickly danced the silver saber in his hand, constantly slashing at the black fire prison outside the light curtain. With each saber strike, the fire would weaken by a few points.

Zhulong flew over, opened its mouth wide, and spat out a fierce wind, blowing hundreds of clusters of black fire into the fire prison, constantly increasing the power of the flames.

After entangled like this for a few breaths, the light curtain released by the Zijin alms bowl became weaker and weaker.

Seeing that the black fire was about to touch him, Zhenye was unwilling to sit still and wait for death. A look of extreme ferocity appeared on his face. He took out a piece of yellow jade pendant from his arms, slapped it on his forehead, and then began to chant a spell, speaking extremely fast.

This pendant was a statue of a reclining Buddha, only an inch in size, with a large head, a smiling face, and a cattail leaf fan in his hand, as if he was leisurely fanning himself.

As the spell was chanted, the pendant gradually emitted a yellow light, and then a phantom of a Buddha appeared behind Zhenye's head, but it was extremely blurred.

Zhenye accelerated the speed of chanting, and a strange aura escaped from his whole body, and then all poured into the Buddha statue. The Buddha statue began to become clear, but the speed was very slow, and it seemed quite difficult.

At this time, there was a "bang", and the light curtain released by the Zijin alms bowl was finally broken under the continuous burning of the black flames.

The Buddha statue, which only had rough lines, blocked the black fire and protected Zhenye in its body, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

Zhulong gave a long roar, opened its mouth and spat out a powerful aura, pouring into the black fire, and the flames immediately soared, burning the Buddha statue phantom with a sizzling sound, trembling, and may disappear at any time.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Zhenye's forehead, his lips were pale and bloodless, and he opened and closed his mouth rapidly, accelerating the speed of chanting again, supporting the Buddha statue again, maintaining it at three or four points of clarity, barely resisting the raging black flames.

"Burn my remnant body, and perish with the enemy! Believers, the time has come to dedicate yourselves to the God Sect! Come, offer your remnant bodies to the Upper God, to the God Sect, and to the Sacred Fire!" Zhulong said suddenly, its tone cold and seductive, mixed with the voices of Zhulong and Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Yuanjing suddenly looked up, looked at the giant dragon circling around the black fire prison, revealing a bit of doubt, a bit of surprise, and a bit of disbelief.

"Burn my remnant body, and perish with the enemy!" As soon as Zhulong's voice fell, Protector Arhat Liu Zenghong shouted the oath, mustered all his remaining strength, soared into the air, and rushed into the black flames. Because of his sacrifice, the flames of the black flame soared slightly.

Then, several more people shouted "Burn my remnant body, and perish with the enemy", and rushed into the black flames. Then, there were dozens of people, hundreds of people, one after another, without fear, without regret, like moths to a flame, throwing themselves into the flames.

Each demonic cultivator's sacrifice made the black flame soar by one point. After hundreds of people were sacrificed, the black flame was twice as strong as before.

Zhenye's eyes were full of fear, remorse, and despair. He struggled to support himself, but he had reached his limit.

Previously, he suppressed the demonic cultivators in the audience and advanced forcefully, but he encountered Zhulong's desperate resistance and had to draw out the power of the source and sacrifice it to the "True Buddha Projection", which caused flaws in the foundation, and the cultivation after the advancement was also inferior to the normal early stage of the Arhat realm.

At this time, forcibly stimulating the higher-level secret treasure "True Buddha Image" and persisting until now is already at the end of the crossbow.

On the other hand, in the Candle God Cult, the demonic cultivators in the Foundation Establishment realm, as long as they are awake, except for a few who are greedy for life and fear death, the vast majority are desperately flying away.

Some fell midway due to insufficient mana, and some could not continue due to recurrence of old injuries, but there were still hundreds of people who barely flew up and flew towards the fire prison with difficulty, continuously throwing themselves into the raging black flames.

Zhenye looked at these low-strength, scarred, but determined and fearless low-level Candle God Cult members constantly approaching, and a strong fear rose in his heart.

Although he kept chanting the sutras of clearing his mind and solidifying his spirit, in the face of the increasingly powerful demonic fire and the increasingly large number of Candle God Cult members who regarded death as home, he finally fell into despair.

Sensing the change in his state of mind, the reclining Buddha image, which was constantly burned by the demonic fire, finally began to dissipate. When it completely vanished, the pendant pasted on his forehead also cracked into pieces with a click.

"Ah——!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Zhenye was instantly burned to ashes by the swarming black fire.