Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

On another route in this realm, Wen Songnan and Sun Muyang, leading four Core Formation cultivators, were surrounded by a horde of alien demons. The leader of this group of demons was a mid-Nascent Soul stage alien demon. In addition, there were two early-stage Nascent Soul demons, fourteen or fifteen Core Formation demons, and hundreds of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining level demons.

The Nascent Soul level demons, as before, patrolled the periphery, not in a hurry to attack. The Core Formation demons, however, led the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining level demons, pouncing from all directions.

The four Core Formation cultivators brought by Wen Songnan formed an earth-attribute defensive formation, battling fiercely with the alien demons. These four came from the same lineage, and their cooperation was extremely skilled. The four of them wielded four flying swords, flying up and down, crisscrossing back and forth, defending without a single flaw. Although they didn't kill many alien demons, they also didn't allow the demons to force them back a single step.

Wen Songnan and Sun Muyang stood in the formation with their hands behind their backs, appearing calm and composed.

"This alien demon seems to have become stronger again!" Sun Muyang frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

After entering this realm, the situation was far from as easy as Wen Songnan had said. Several days had passed, and they had not only failed to find the entrance to the 'Mustard Seed Space,' but had also been repeatedly entangled by this group of alien demons, consuming most of their precious pills and mid-to-high-level spiritual talismans accumulated over the years.

Wen Songnan was also quite puzzled. Although the strength of these three alien demons had been continuously increasing in the past two days, it wasn't very obvious. However, today, he didn't know why, but it had increased by a large margin all of a sudden. If it continued to improve at this rate, in another day or two, wouldn't it directly reach the late stage?

However, he didn't show any worry, but rather said nonchalantly, "Since there are holes connecting to the outer space, it's natural for the alien demons' strength to increase. The increase is faster today, perhaps because the cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Abyss and the Profound Heaven Sect killed more high-level alien demons, and there were fewer demons vying for the power of nothingness, so each individual received more. Brother Sun, let's think of a way, even if we can't kill this alien demon, as long as we severely injure it, we can calmly go and find the 'Mustard Seed Space.'"

"Can your technique really sense the location of the 'Mustard Seed Space'?" Sun Muyang suddenly regretted it. He should have just stayed in Shumishan, at worst fighting with this old guy to a mutual loss, why did he have to wade into this muddy water?

"Of course!" Wen Songnan said with a composed smile, "When we're far away, the feeling is vague. When we get closer, we can clearly identify the location."

"How much further? Give me a straight answer! If this continues, we'll all be finished." Sun Muyang was annoyed by his appearance of having everything under control.

"Hehe, it's over there, within reach, I already have a very strong sense of it. As long as we repel this wave of alien demons, I can accurately locate the 'Mustard Seed Space'!" Wen Songnan raised his finger and pointed forward, saying with certainty.

Along the way, whenever Sun Muyang asked where the road was, Wen Songnan only pointed in one direction, which was the direction everyone was heading. Now, it was the same routine again. Sun Muyang felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, but having boarded a pirate ship, he could only go all the way to the end.

He had no choice but to change the question: "Brother Wen, neither of us is good at thunder techniques, how can we deal with this mid-Nascent Soul alien demon? Do you have any useful strategies?"

Wen Songnan was waiting for this sentence, and quickly said, "If Brother Sun doesn't have any good ideas, I have an idea here. I heard that the Wen family's Changshui Art has a unique move for trapping enemies, called... Heavy Water Sword Intent?"

Sun Muyang looked at him with some surprise, and nodded: "Brother Wen really knows a lot!"

Wen Songnan chuckled and said: "After all, we are both branches of the ancient Wuxiang Sect. The inheritance of different branches still has fragmentary records from our ancestors. If Brother Sun can use this move to trap that mid-Nascent Soul alien demon for two or three breaths, I wonder if it can be done?"

Sun Muyang snorted and said: "Is it two breaths or three breaths after all?"

Wen Songnan showed his signature old fox smile: "I have a high-grade low-rank Golden Thunder Talisman, but it's a bit troublesome to use. Two breaths is barely enough, but three breaths is foolproof!"

"Oh, a high-grade thunder talisman, and still a Golden Thunder Talisman, Brother Wen's family is really rich! Why didn't you take it out earlier?" Sun Muyang always felt that this old guy was full of bad intentions and didn't dare to be careless.

"Brother Sun is joking, high-grade thunder talismans are priceless. Wen only obtained one by chance, how could I be willing to use it!" Wen Songnan said with a look of regret.

The cultivation world has always had the saying that "Golden Thunder destroys the soul, Fire Thunder burns the body, and Heavenly Thunder obliterates everything," which means that the Golden Thunder technique is especially good at killing souls, Fire Thunder is good at destroying the physical body, and Heavenly Thunder can blast anything into渣. Therefore, among the five elements of thunder talismans, the Golden Thunder Talisman is the most precious and has always been respected by cultivators.

Sun Muyang didn't believe him, but now was not the time to dwell on this. He pointed to the mid-Nascent Soul alien demon and said: "Just while talking, that alien demon's strength has become a bit more tyrannical. Since Brother Wen has a plan, I will take action now!"

He was too lazy to waste any more words with this old fox, and sacrificed a slender silver flying sword, heading straight for the mid-Nascent Soul alien demon. Wen Songnan had no choice but to smile and followed closely behind, manipulating his long and wide giant sword, sweeping the two early-stage Nascent Soul alien demons that rushed to intercept him.

Seeing Sun Muyang rushing over, the mid-stage alien demon's figure blurred and disappeared into the darkness.

Sun Muyang expanded his divine sense greatly, but could not sense any trace. Instead, the illusions that emerged from time to time made it difficult for him to distinguish the direction and advance or retreat.

His expression turned stern, knowing that this mid-stage alien demon had not only greatly increased in strength, but also had a greater improvement in intelligence, and was not easy to deal with. He then used a magic formula to let the silver long sword wander around, constantly releasing a white mist-like sword energy. This was "Entangling Dream Sword Intent," gentle as a dream, with only one use, which was to observe the enemy and confuse the enemy.

Sure enough, as the Entangling Dream Sword Intent dissipated, he quickly discovered a long, strip-shaped black shadow, quickly pouncing from his side and rear, only five zhang away from him.

He was shocked and subconsciously changed the magic formula, launching the strongest sword intent of the Changshui Art, "Heavy Water Sword Intent." Those white mist-like sword qi suddenly changed, turning into countless black water droplets, attracting each other and gathering together. These black water droplets naturally carried a huge gravity. As soon as they appeared, they drastically reduced the speed of the alien demon that broke into it, as if a running rabbit suddenly turned into a tortoise.

The alien demon was shocked and wanted to withdraw, but it was difficult to move. The mutual movement of the black water droplets caused the gravity of this small space to be completely chaotic, and the alien demon was dizzy for a while. After it adjusted, several large black water balls had already surrounded it, and the huge gravity firmly nailed it in place.

Wen Songnan had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. He manipulated the giant sword to turn into a long shield, wrapping himself up like a straw mat, while pouring out his mana and injecting it into the golden spiritual talisman he held tightly in his hand. After a breath, after this Golden Thunder Talisman had drunk its fill of spiritual power, he threw it into the air. The spiritual talisman then cracked open with a snap, giving birth to a beam of dazzling golden thunder, making a "boom" loud noise, splitting towards the alien demon like a sharp sword.

At this critical moment of life and death, the alien demon didn't know where it got a surge of power. The upper half of its body broke free from the predicament of heavy water, but it didn't turn around and escape, but instead pounced directly at Sun Muyang.

Sun Muyang quickly mobilized the Heavy Water Sword Intent to protect his body, but in a hurry, how much sword qi weighing a thousand jun could he mobilize? He couldn't stop the alien demon's desperate pounce at all.

He only felt his body stiffen, and then felt something cool and terrifying get on his body. In panic, he fully burst out his Nascent Soul power, tightly guarding his sea of consciousness, wanting to fight to the death with the alien demon that was about to invade his soul.

However, not far behind him, the golden thunder that struck down, after erasing the half of the alien demon left in place, overflowed with a wisp of thunder power and chased after the escaping half of the alien demon, following the vine to find the melon, and hit him in a flash of lightning, completely obliterating his Nascent Soul, leaving only a sea of consciousness that was smoking everywhere and was tattered. His physical body lost control and fell into the darkness, and then disappeared.

This sudden change stunned Wen Songnan.

Although he did have ulterior motives towards Sun Muyang and had other plans, this change was definitely not his original intention. In his plan, Sun Muyang was a very important chess piece, and he couldn't fall here so early!

He shouted "Brother Sun" several times, but there was no response. And within his divine sense, there was no sign of Sun Muyang's body within a few miles. This made him a little creepy, because just now he clearly saw that Sun Muyang's physical body was not damaged after being struck by the golden thunder.

At this time, because the mid-Nascent Soul alien demon was destroyed, the remaining alien demons had no intention of fighting and fled into the darkness one after another. Wen Songnan did not dare to pursue, called the four Core Formation cultivators and left in a hurry.

In the dense darkness, a cultivator's body was floating rapidly, and the direction of travel was exactly the direction in which Wen Songnan and his party were flying. This person was "Sun Muyang."

Perhaps it can no longer be called a person, his body has no signs of life, his eyes are closed, there is no breath between his mouth and nose, and the mana in the dantian meridians has also stagnated.

However, the strange thing is that these mana did not dissipate, but still condensed in his body. His divine sense was riddled with holes, but a cloud of black mist was slowly extending within it, repairing those wounds that were still smoking with black smoke.

Wen Songnan galloped all the way, although he was extremely vigilant, but this floating body was far beyond the range of his divine sense, so naturally he could not detect it at all.

After traveling for thousands of miles, he activated the Thick Earth Art, and very clearly sensed the accurate location of the "Mustard Seed Space", and was immediately overjoyed. He was no longer so careful, and pulled a few Core Formation cultivators, flying with all his strength. In this way, in just one hour, the five people had swept over more than ten thousand miles, and a giant wall of unknown width and height gradually revealed its majestic outline, appearing in front of the few people.

"It's the Boundary of the Edge!" An excited Core Formation cultivator with white hair and beard shouted. In this dark virtual demon world, flying and fighting continued for several days, and they were always shrouded in the omnipresent power of nothingness, and the few people were very depressed. At this time, they finally saw the dawn.

"Real person, look quickly, there is light there!" Another ugly-looking Core Formation cultivator pointed to a place above and shouted loudly.

"It's there, the entrance to the 'Mustard Seed Space'. Let's go!" Wen Songnan was overjoyed and took the lead in accelerating towards the light.