Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Time slipped away in the fierce struggle. The wolf-faced hawk relentlessly attacked, but with little success. Its fangs were bared, twitching occasionally, and drops of inky saliva fell from them, gradually filling the air with a fishy stench.

Zhang Yuanjing, worried it might be poisonous, held his breath and carefully defended himself.

However, after only ten or so breaths, he suddenly felt dizzy and his limbs weakened. Alarmed, he quickly mobilized the power of Thick Earth, wanting to quickly dispel the poison, but found that his meridians had also become weak and powerless, and he couldn't mobilize his magic power for a moment.

The wolf-faced hawk, however, revealed a cruel and triumphant smile, opened its jaw wide, raised its sharp and long poisonous fangs, and bit down towards Zhang Yuanjing's head.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly guided it with his thoughts, and the Primal Stone hidden in his dantian instantly emerged, transforming into stone armor to protect him.

"Crack!"

The sharp fangs bit into the Primal Stone's outer shell, producing a grating sound of metal and stone rubbing together. Several drops of venom stuck to it, quickly corroding downwards, also producing black and foul-smelling fumes. The fangs, as firm as a magical treasure, pierced through the corroded opening.

"Master, this demonic beast's poison is powerful. Zhang Shi is about to fail!"

Just as Zhang Yuanjing was wondering what could detoxify him, a strong suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere beneath his feet, drawing the poison from his meridians clean.

He immediately perked up, gathered his remaining magic power, and swung the Thick Earth spell sword at the wolf-faced hawk's fangs. With two "snap" sounds, both fangs broke in response, and the long sword slashed into the wolf-faced hawk's mouth.

The wolf-faced hawk reacted extremely quickly, retreating swiftly, dodging the long sword's pursuit.

Zhang Yuanjing, however, casually released a flying stone, launching a giant rock that smashed into the wolf-faced hawk, knocking it to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he cast Earth Prison, trapping it inside.

The wolf-faced hawk stood up groggily and was about to attack the Earth Prison when its aura suddenly plummeted, visibly weakening.

This was because the poisonous skill it had just used was an extremely draining trick, powerful enough, but requiring it to overdraw its strength.

It was somewhat flustered and irritable, viciously raising its wings and striking the earth wall heavily, but this had no effect other than making the earth wall tremble. It flapped its wings again and rammed into the earth wall with all its might, only shaking a few clumps of mud down.

Still unwilling to give up, it stretched out its long beak and pecked hard at the earth wall, this time pecking out a small pit half an inch deep, but under Zhang Yuanjing's Thick Earth power replenishment, it was restored to its original state in just one breath.

The Earth Prison shrank smaller and smaller, soon tightly imprisoning the wolf-faced hawk, preventing it from moving at all.

"Why aren't you poisoned? No, you were clearly poisoned! Why? Why can you ignore the wolf-faced hawk's innate poison! Could all of this be fake?" The wolf-faced hawk roared, its entire wolf face twisted and狰狞, its eyes full of resentment and malice.

Zhang Yuanjing ignored it. He had already guessed that the power that had sucked the poison from his meridians was definitely the help Zhulong had given him in the illusion. However, would this insect king be so kind? Or was it hiding another conspiracy?

Thoughts raced through his mind, but his hands were not slow at all. The magic incantations changed rapidly, controlling the Earth Prison to contract inward, instantly crushing the wolf-faced hawk into a pile. The wolf-faced hawk struggled to resist, but its power had been lost, and in a few breaths, it was crushed into a pile of rotten flesh by the earth wall.

After Zhang Yuanjing retracted the small spell, the horrific wolf-hawk corpse immediately disappeared. However, to his surprise, the Right Divine Envoy's true form did not appear.

Did the Right Divine Envoy die or not?

Entering the smoke, Fire Crow Daoist felt like he was in the underworld of secular legends, with gray tones everywhere, and semi-gray and semi-transparent souls floating by from time to time.

They bared their fangs and claws, and had ferocious appearances, but were extremely weak. Because they had no physical bodies, they were as light as feathers, drifting with the breeze of this place. Even if they wanted to attack him, they couldn't control their direction of travel.

Fire Crow Daoist waved a flame and casually threw it at a soul. The soul initially howled at him, but when it saw the flame, it immediately shrank into a ball, desperately flailing its two soft and weak illusory legs, trying to escape.

However, this was just a waste of effort. The flame flew over and pounced on it, instantly setting it on fire. With a "boom," the fire soared into the sky, as if a basin of oil had been poured on it out of nowhere. After only one breath, the fire suddenly went out, leaving only a little black ash on the gray ground, which was blown away by the wind.

Fire Crow Daoist roughly understood the mystery of this place, and thought to himself that this Zhulong was indeed meticulous, seeing that he was good at fire magic and specifically letting him come here to destroy souls. He estimated that these light, weak, and fragile souls must be the transformed spirits of those low-ranking followers, and there was no need to pay attention to them.

Therefore, he looked around and saw that the place where he was was a desert, and there was nothing blocking him. He drove his flying sword and chose a direction in the distance with heavy shadows, and flew away quickly.

He firmly remembered Zhulong's words that there was not much time before entering this place. Everyone else could be ignored, but he must find the soul of the Nascent Soul cultivator who was suspected to be Chu Tianxiong and destroy it, or at least severely injure him. Otherwise, this trip to the desolate death zone would be dangerous.

Of course, he also thought of the Divine Cauldron Senior hidden in Zhang Yuanjing's body, but that great power rarely appeared. Zhang Yuanjing had never actively summoned this one out in recent years, and he had long guessed that asking this one to act would cost a great price. Therefore, if he could solve it himself, it was best not to rely on it.

After flying about two or three hundred miles, he entered a desolate mountain area. When he scanned it with his divine sense, he saw that the mountains were covered with weathered stones, some riddled with holes and others split into several pieces. There were many deep caves on the mountain walls, and many souls were hidden in the caves. Because there was no wind influence, these souls could move freely in the caves, which was of course much safer than outside the caves.

Fire Crow Daoist searched hundreds of miles of mountainous areas, and all he saw were weak souls. Even those that were slightly stronger did not look like the souls of Nascent Soul experts. He couldn't help but hesitate whether he should search another place.

After all, that person was a Nascent Soul of the Daoist sect. If his soul was also trapped in this illusion, he should not choose to stay in this desolate area. However, if this illusion only had this kind of scene, he might miss it if he didn't search carefully.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. Since it was the soul of a Nascent Soul expert, either he would break the illusion and not be here, or he would think highly of himself. How could he be like these muddle-headed and weak things, squeezing in simple stone caves to endure hardships? He must be surveying everywhere, hoping to find the flaws in the illusion, or at least choose a beautiful place to wait for the opportunity.

Thinking like this, he no longer wasted time here, but raised his flying sword and rushed into the high sky, choosing another place where the distant mountains were as dark as ink, and flew away with his sword.