Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

A bloody shadow shot out from the earth, pouncing towards Zhang Yuanjing. With a casual gesture, Zhang Yuanjing guided it into his spirit beast pouch. It was the blood worm, which had been lingering in the earth for a long time, finally waiting for Zhang Yuanjing to appear before returning on its own.

On the other side, Ape Thirteen and the Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast had already escaped from the white mist and rushed to his side.

"Yuanjing, where's that demonic Daoist? Are you hurt?" the golden-haired monkey hurriedly asked.

Zhang Yuanjing smiled and said, "I'm fine. That demonic Daoist has already been injured and fled."

He then said to the Refined Yang Umbrella, which was floating beside him, "Zhang San, what you refined is likely not the largest remnant soul. This Lu Gong possesses a secret technique that allows him to devour the souls of others to prolong his life. Therefore, his soul is pieced together from many fragments, and if necessary, it can be split off and then reassembled. Thus, the largest remnant soul is his foundation, and he will certainly not reveal it easily. Either it is hiding somewhere, or it has already escaped. Let's go, you and I will go to the bottom of the pit to see if that body is hiding this person's remnant soul."

Ape Thirteen shouted, "Yuanjing, I'll go with you too."

"Then follow along. Suanni Beast, you go around and if you discover any great demons approaching, give a warning in time."

Zhang San took the lead, covering a range of several dozen feet with a faint light, protecting Zhang Yuanjing and Ape Thirteen within it, and slowly heading towards the bottom of the pit.

A cold wind blew past, and the pit walls on both sides of the crack trembled slightly, as if they could collapse at any moment.

Before long, a man, an umbrella, and a monkey landed at the bottom of the pit. The black umbrella surface of the Refined Yang Umbrella expanded, enveloping the entire bottom of the pit, and then three rounds of scorching sun rose, radiating light and heat to the surroundings.

Zhang Yuanjing and Ape Thirteen only felt a coolness, as if they were enjoying the shade under a large tree.

"Zhang San, have you detected anything unusual?" Zhang Yuanjing asked, assuming the Refined Yang Umbrella had made some discovery based on its actions.

"Master, there is an aura of evil souls here, but I don't know if it was left behind by this person before, or if his remnant soul is still here," Zhang San conveyed his thoughts.

Zhang Yuanjing pondered for a moment and said, "That old Daoist cannot be judged by common sense. You should refine this corpse first."

Zhang San acknowledged and, combining the power of the Three Yangs, shot out a golden flame, shining on "Lu Gong's" head. After a few breaths, the head shattered with a 'pop' and instantly turned into black ash.

"Master, there is nothing unusual."

"Then examine his body."

Zhang San covered the corpse with a faint light, driving the scorching sun to refine it. After more than ten breaths, it gave a negative answer again.

Zhang Yuanjing stared at the Sumeru Ring on the middle finger of this person's right hand, and a thought flashed through his mind, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

It should be known that he might be able to slightly resist Lu Gong's evil soul with his divine soul, but it would be completely different if the remnant soul had a wooden sculpture to inhabit. It was very likely that he would be killed in an instant. At that time, even with the Refined Yang Umbrella, which had reached the level of a supernatural spiritual treasure, it would be futile.

He transmitted his thoughts to Zhang San, telling it to be careful, while his mind pondered how to deal with this matter.

The reason he risked intercepting and killing this person was, on the one hand, to prevent him from going to the Northern Region, and on the other hand, to seize the high-grade Wind Control Chariot and those mid-grade spirit stones, so that he could rush to Nine Cold Valley faster. Therefore, he would definitely take away and open this Sumeru Ring. Because of this, it was highly likely that Lu Gong's remnant soul had set up an ambush inside, attempting to turn the tables.

He hesitated here, and after a long time, he still did not take the Sumeru Ring. Zhang San could not help but ask in confusion, "Master, why don't you take this person's Sumeru Ring?"

Zhang Yuanjing explained, but then he heard Zhang San say confidently, "Master, if it's just this matter, there's no need to worry. Just watch Zhang San deal with him."

After Zhang San finished speaking, it lowered its faint light, pouring it straight into the Sumeru Ring on Lu Gong's finger. The momentum was like flowing water, endless, rushing non-stop.

After a few breaths, the Sumeru Ring trembled, and a few wisps of remnant souls rushed out from the ring, but they were all absorbed by the faint light and could not escape.

Immediately afterwards, three rounds of scorching sunlight shot out, refining all of these remnant souls.

After that, no more remnant souls escaped from the Sumeru Ring, and no wooden sculpture appeared.

"Master, there is no evil soul aura in the Sumeru Ring!" Zhang San said very confidently.

Zhang Yuanjing could see clearly that those few wisps of remnant souls were not strong, and were definitely not "Lu Gong's" main soul.

He cast his divine sense into the surrounding soil. This place was already extremely deep, and his divine sense could only extend a few miles before it was exhausted. There were no obvious abnormalities in the soil, but if "Lu Gong's" main soul was residing in a wooden sculpture, it would not be detected by his divine sense.

He sighed inwardly, guessing that the remnant soul must have been hiding somewhere before, wanting to wait for him to be careless and then suddenly strike, in order to reverse the outcome of the battle.

At this time, it had probably already left. In this way, it was really a never-ending trouble.

He changed his mind and had Zhang San take back the faint light. He reached out and took off "Lu Gong's" Sumeru Ring.

He used his magic power to guide it, but did not retrieve it to his hand. Instead, he summoned the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace and threw the ring into it.

In an instant, he only felt a strong gust of yin wind burst out from the Sumeru Ring, sweeping towards the outside of the furnace, the target being his head.

"Boom!"

The Refined Yang Umbrella moved horizontally, heavily striking the yin wind, scattering it, and at the same time knocking something hidden within it back into the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace.

The black Luo umbrella released its faint light, pouring into the furnace like a tide, completely sealing it off. At the same time, the Three Yangs rose together, the light and flames burning fiercely.

"Dang dang dang—"

The Yin-Yang Creation Furnace was struck, making a series of sounds, and the furnace body was also tilted to and fro, but under the suppression of the Refined Yang Umbrella, it always kept the things in the furnace tightly trapped.

With the help of Zhang San, Zhang Yuanjing had already clearly seen the appearance of this thing—a head with a ferocious mouth and sharp tentacles, quite similar to some kind of insect beast.

Even though it was only a head left, this beast was still extremely powerful, occasionally biting out streaks on the inner wall of the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace.

The Yin-Yang Creation Furnace is an imitation of a true treasure. To say that its level is at the Core Formation realm refers only to its efficacy. If only its material is considered, I'm afraid it would be at some unknown level. Therefore, the fact that this insect beast can bite it means that it is powerful.

"Zhang San, can you refine its remnant soul?"

"Master, its skull is very hard, it will take some time."

"It doesn't matter, let me help you!"

Zhang Yuanjing held the ears of the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, drawing out the Yin and Yang fires, and began to burn the severed head.

"Chī—"

A sharp roar pierced through the furnace wall, stabbing into Zhang Yuanjing's divine soul like a sharp spear. His body shook, he groaned in pain, and blood flowed from his ears, nose, and eyes.

However, his hands still tightly grasped the furnace ears, urging the two fires to become even more intense.

A faint light rolled towards Zhang Yuanjing's body, protecting his head and isolating the sharp horns of the severed head.

Zhang Yuanjing focused on controlling the fire, maintaining the Yin and Yang fires at an extremely high temperature. After several days, he finally refined the head into a pile of fine sand.

Seeing this thing, he couldn't help but be stunned—an Anti-Qi Stone!