Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Five days later, Zhang Yuanjing went out again, stepping on his flying sword and somewhat boredly flying to the outskirts of Xue Wang Mountain.

Gazing from afar at the area where he had been chased by the two-headed snake-necked beast, a previously overlooked question suddenly flashed in his mind: Knowing the dangers of the mountain, why did Junior Brother Yuanxi insist on entering it?

Before coming to the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect, Lin Yuancang and he both believed that Wang Yuanxi felt his lifespan was running out, so he wanted to venture into the mountains to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough. After all, he was almost one hundred and ninety years old when he entered the mountain, very close to the lifespan tribulation of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

However, the strangeness of the gray fog was undeniable. Even Core Formation stage cultivators were not confident in venturing into the central area of Xue Wang Mountain, so why did Wang Yuanxi think he would have a chance?

What's even stranger is that he actually made it to the depths of Xue Wang Mountain, close to the central area.

Zhang Yuanjing remembered what Xiao Yousong said, that the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect, a Core Formation stage cultivator in the late stage, did not dare to go deeper after entering Xue Wang Mountain for two thousand miles.

How could Wang Yuanxi have traveled two thousand five hundred miles? Moreover, he could encounter powerful demonic beasts like the two-headed snake-necked beast at any time!

From his understanding of Wang Yuanxi, he knew that this person was by no means reckless. On the contrary, he was very cautious and would only take action when he had a certain degree of confidence.

So, what was his reliance?

Zhang Yuanjing stood with his hands behind his back, his mind racing with thoughts, but he gained nothing.

Then he thought that saying Junior Brother Yuanxi had entered the gray fog on his own was just the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect's side of the story. Perhaps, Junior Brother Yuanxi was actively swallowed by the gray fog and taken to the depths of Xue Wang Mountain! In order to shirk responsibility for inadequate protection, the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect lied that Junior Brother Yuanxi had ignored their advice and entered the mountain on his own.

"Perhaps, I can get close to the gray fog and observe it again. See if the gray fog actively attacks approaching cultivators every time!"

Once this thought arose, it could not be suppressed, driving Zhang Yuanjing to continuously approach the valley.

With the earth escape technique at his disposal, he was not too afraid of the gray fog. However, with his current abilities, he did not dare to rely on the earth escape technique to go deep into Xue Wang Mountain to find Wang Yuanxi's corpse. If it were a few hundred miles, he could barely make a round trip from underground. Any further, and his mana would not be enough.

Of course, he could meditate underground to restore his mana, but due to the pressure of the earth, the recovery speed would be extremely slow. Moreover, hiding motionless underground would also consume the power of his physical body, and if the time was too long, he could easily die from exhaustion.

Last time, with Xiao Yousong and the others leading the way, he didn't feel anything. This time, he was searching for a path through the dangerous mountains and cliffs on his own, and he deeply felt the difficulty of it. A little carelessness would lead him astray, into the territory of some demonic beast, and be chased by it.

He was unwilling to expend too much mana and provoke demonic beasts. Any demonic beast with a little strength, he avoided fighting, escaping if he could, and using the earth escape technique to escape if he couldn't.

After half a day of trekking, the valley where he last encountered the gray fog finally came into view.

"Eh, the gray fog has actually spread to the valley?"

Zhang Yuanjing couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise. The valley was still more than a hundred miles outside the usual boundary of the gray fog's activity. Except for the last time when the gray fog suddenly rushed into the valley to chase them, he had not seen the gray fog spread to the valley in the several times he had observed it from afar.

The place where he stood was a rather high mountain ridge, more than twenty miles away from the valley. Descending from here would be a smooth road all the way to the valley. The valley was also a passage that disciples of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect often took when venturing deep into Xue Wang Mountain.

Although the situation was a bit abnormal, since he had already come here, he decided to go forward and test it out to see if the gray fog would still actively attack nearby cultivators as it did last time.

After approaching the valley, he could see clearly that the gray fog that permeated the valley only occupied the western half, while the eastern half was still clear.

The valley was about ten miles long and only one mile wide, with the narrowest parts being only a hundred zhang. One side was a towering cliff, and the other side was a continuous mountain, which was very dangerous.

Zhang Yuanjing vigilantly looked at the rock walls and slopes on both sides, guarding against the attack of demonic beasts, and strode towards the valley.

After walking two or three miles, he stopped when he was very close to the gray fog.

After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, the gray fog did not move, but he heard a slight whooshing sound above his head, and couldn't help but look up. In the gray sky, there was a strange white cloud that was moving rapidly, directly covering his head.

"Demonic beast? Or what?"

Zhang Yuanjing took out the Xuanjing Great Axe from his storage bag, and at the same time, he held a middle-grade Golden Shield Talisman in his palm.

The white cloud flew closer and closer, and soon reached dozens of zhang diagonally above his head, and stopped moving.

Zhang Yuanjing was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and had no divine sense. He relied purely on his eyesight and hearing and could not see through the white cloud. Just as he was hesitating whether to sacrifice the Xuanjing Axe, the white cloud suddenly fell rapidly like a giant stone, smashing towards him.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly retreated, but the white cloud continued to change its course, always heading towards him.

Unable to avoid it, Zhang Yuanjing's Xuanjing Axe flew up, and a "Mountain Splitting" strike directly slashed at the white cloud. With a "bang" sound, like hitting a hard stone, the axe flew backward.

At the same time, the white cloud split open, and four cultivators, one tall and three short, flew out from it, each using spiritual weapons to attack Zhang Yuanjing's upper, middle, and lower paths. On their faces, they all wore a bear face mask with exposed fangs and glistening blood, which looked ferocious and terrifying.

Zhang Yuanjing waved his hand, and the Golden Shield Talisman was activated. A mana shield flashing with golden light blocked in front of him and collided with a sword, a saber, an axe, and a hammer without any fancy.

The mana shield made a "pa" sound and then shattered. However, the four spiritual weapons were also blocked back.

Reaching out to grab the rebounding axe, he quickly circulated his mana, performed the earth escape technique, and drilled downwards.

However, as soon as he entered the soil, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if pricked by needles. Forcing himself to go down another half a zhang, he only felt his bones creaking, and the soil was as hard as iron, making it impossible to go down.

He immediately realized that his opponent must have used some means to imprison the soil in this area.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly turned his body and rushed upwards. At the same time, he took out the Vajra Talisman worth eight hundred spirit stones and patted it on his chest without hesitation. Immediately, a golden light rose, covering his whole body.

At the moment of rushing out of the soil, the swords, sabers, axes, and hammers all hit his body, causing the golden light to dim for a while. He had no time to feel sorry for the Vajra Talisman, twisted his body and rushed backward, wanting to change a place and perform the earth escape technique again.

However, the four people chased closely, not giving him a chance to breathe. Especially a black flying sword,贴着地面,时隐时现,显然随时准备在自己入地的刹那，发动致命一击.(This part is already translated in other sentences)

After a few breaths, he had entered the center of the valley, and fifty zhang ahead was the rolling gray fog.

"Run, why don't you run!" A short, fat cultivator stepped out of the crowd, pressing close to Zhang Yuanjing, and shouted in a rough voice, "Aren't you able to dig holes? Dig again!"

Zhang Yuanjing faced the four people, slowly retreated a few steps, and got closer to the gray fog. Hearing this person's words, he suddenly understood that these four people knew he could use earth escape in advance, so they had taken precautions. Being able to do this and having four people, it could only be the four Foundation Establishment stage cultivators who attacked him in that remote mountain.

The four people called themselves Xiong (Bear), and these four people wore bear face masks, so it was almost certain that they were the same group of people.

At this time, he completely forgot about the gray fog's past active attacks on cultivators, and all his attention was focused on the four people in front of him.

One in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, one in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and two in the early stage of Foundation Establishment!

He couldn't see the four people's facial expressions, but all eight eyes were full of cold killing intent!

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?" Zhang Yuanjing asked in a trembling voice, trying to delay for some time, while his mind was racing, trying to think of a way to survive.

"Kill!" The tall cultivator shouted in a low voice.

The four spiritual weapons flew out at the same time, one above and one below, one left and one right, blocking all of Zhang Yuanjing's paths of survival.

Zhang Yuanjing sacrificed the Xuanjing Great Axe, used the defensive ultimate move of "Axe Shield", and resisted the spiritual weapons attacking from the upper, left, and right sides, while activating another middle-grade Golden Shield Talisman to block the flying sword attacking from below. Taking this opportunity, he prepared to use the earth escape technique again.

At this moment, the gray fog, which had unknowingly gotten very close, suddenly rushed forward, instantly sweeping across a distance of more than ten zhang, trapping Zhang Yuanjing and the four Foundation Establishment cultivators, one tall and three short, all in the fog.

"Isolate aura, run!"

This was the last order issued by the tall cultivator. However, it was useless. The three short and fat cultivators, at the same time as the gray fog spread over, seemed to be bewitched and ran wildly towards the depths of Xue Wang Mountain.

The tall cultivator with late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation had a very strong divine soul and resisted the initial invasion of the gray fog. However, he could only stand in place, desperately fighting against the illusions in his mind, unable to move half a step.

When the gray fog enveloped him, Zhang Yuanjing's mind was blank, and thousands of shadows flashed before his eyes, with myriad colors. His thoughts were completely uncontrollably changing, and a voice shouted in front of him: "Come, come and save me! Save me!"

"Who is it?"

The voice was deep and magnetic, it was Wang Yuanxi! Junior Brother Yuanxi is still alive? No, no, he is trapped in the depths of Xue Wang Mountain and must be dead.

The voice changed, enchanting and seductive. Yes, it's that妖精(妖精 means a seductive female spirit)! No, I don't want to see her again! She is a poisonous snake!

The voice changed again, hurried and high-pitched, with some majesty and some unrestraint: "Yuanjing, come quickly, this place is our opportunity!"

It's Senior Brother Yuankui! Why is Senior Brother Yuankui here?

His feet moved, wanting to go into the depths of the gray fog.

At this time, a cool air rose from Zhang Yuanjing's waist, like a halo of shimmering light, blocking the gray fog.

Zhang Yuanjing instantly woke up. He looked around in horror and found that the surroundings were a thick, dripping fog, like rolling waves, constantly impacting the halo around him.

The halo seemed to be only a thin layer, but it was as solid as a rock, motionless.

He reached out and touched his waist, took out the jade pendant he had obtained in that remote mountain forest, and looked at it carefully in his palm.

At this time, the surrounding gray fog seemed to be driven by some will, and rushed towards him even more frantically, causing the halo to "buzz".

"Could it be because of this jade pendant?"

Zhang Yuanjing was startled and suddenly realized that the gray fog's active attack was aimed at this jade pendant!

The current jade pendant was different from before, emitting a hazy blue light all over, and trembled slightly with the gray fog's rapid impact on the halo, and its color was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

"Ah--, ah! Ah!" A long and two short screams sounded a few zhang in front of him.

Zhang Yuanjing let out a low "he" sound, took three steps back in a row, and looked at the direction of the scream in horror. "Could it be a demonic beast?"

In such an environment, if he encountered a demonic beast attack, it would be a disaster. Without the aid of divine sense, Zhang Yuanjing, heavily surrounded by gray fog, was blind, and his strength was reduced by more than half.

After two or three breaths, another scream came from there, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground with a thud. After that, there was no more movement.

After waiting for twenty or thirty breaths, Zhang Yuanjing forcibly calmed his mind, slowly moved over, walked about eight zhang, and a blurred black shadow appeared under his feet. He held the Xuanjing Great Axe in front of him, slowly squatted down, and leaned closer, only to find that it was a cultivator's corpse.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the corpse suddenly twitched and stood up straight. At the moment of facing each other, he saw clearly that the corpse was the tallest of the four cultivators who attacked him.

Zhang Yuanjing, who was already extremely nervous, couldn't hold back any longer, waved his axe and cut him in two.

He lifted the person's mask and saw a rough face, which was one of the four cultivators he had encountered at the gate of the other courtyard that day.

He frowned slightly, took off his storage bag, and then flew towards the direction of the valley exit according to the person's position during the previous battle in his memory.