Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Before Zhang Xuan could finish speaking, Zhenye's voice, amplified by his magical power, echoed from outside: "Saintess of the Candle God Sect, if you don't want to see these people being delivered to the afterlife, come out quickly! This monk doesn't have time to play hide-and-seek with you!"

Zhang Yuanjing extended his divine sense and saw the golden-skinned Buddhist Arhat, using a long chain to shackle more than twenty late-stage Foundation Establishment demon cultivators, slowly approaching the Black Water Pool.

He shouted, a sinister smile on his face, but his eyes were icy cold.

Earlier, Zhenye had tried to break the formation, but the strangeness and complexity of this formation were beyond his meager knowledge of formations.

He had no choice but to attack forcefully, exerting all his strength in several moves, but the formation gate at the cave entrance remained motionless, clearly beyond his current strength to break.

This displeased him somewhat. He had finally broken through to a higher realm, and was in a mood of elation, ready to display his abilities, but he was trapped in this dark cave, watching those demon cultivators who could be turned into pure psychic power escape one by one. What a waste!

He turned his head and swept across the cave, seeing the miserable, disoriented remnants of the Candle God Sect. His eyes darted around, and he came up with a plan. He immediately chose a corner where more believers were gathered and flew over.

Most of the believers scattered in panic when they saw him coming, but one person shouted, "I am Guardian Vajra Zhou Tongyuan, everyone don't panic, form a formation and fight him!"

The words "Guardian Vajra" undoubtedly had a strong appeal, and thirty or forty people immediately gathered around him, raising the thick shields and spears in their hands, arranging themselves into a military formation according to their usual training.

How could Zhenye take them seriously? He immediately formed a hand seal, and psychic power surged from his body, vaguely and ethereally sending out a palm strike from a distance.

The thirty or forty demon cultivators who were prepared to fight to the death only felt a cold wind blowing, and then lost their hearing, sight, and touch, falling into darkness and numbness, and immediately fell into chaos, with people being injured and falling to the ground from time to time.

Zhenye stretched out his dark golden arm, conjured a large handprint, grabbed twenty or so people at random, threw them in front of him, strung them together with an iron chain, and shouted in the direction of the Black Water Pool.

However, his words did not elicit a response from Zhang Xuan, but instead aroused the anger of the remaining believers in the field who still had the ability to act.

They originally belonged to different camps and had been fighting each other for most of the day. They had also been tortured by Zhenye's spells for a long time. They had finally survived, but they had lost their organization and morale, and lacked sufficient trust in each other. They had never thought of reorganizing to fight the great enemy in front of them, only wanting to hide in the shadows and pray that the divine beast Candle Dragon would kill the opponent and save their lives.

At this time, seeing the enemy relying on his powerful cultivation to wantonly bully and slaughter the sect's members, they immediately felt a sense of shared hatred and the belief and courage to fight the enemy to the death.

"I am Guardian Vajra Guo Zhenshan, those who are willing to fight, please come and gather!" A deep voice shouted in the darkness.

"I am Guardian Arhat Liu Zengxiong, those who are willing to fight, please come and gather!" A hoarse voice shouted from a more distant corner of the wall.

"I am Guardian Arhat Bai Weiming, those who are willing to fight, please come and gather!"

"I am Guardian Arhat Zhong Chengwei, those who are willing to fight, please come and gather!"

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One after another, thirteen people stood up and issued a call to gather in front of Zhenye.

Zhenye turned his head and glanced at them, sneering disdainfully, and mocked: "Well, those who can walk are gathered together, saving this monk the trouble of searching for people all over the cave!"

This scene was undoubtedly also known to Zhang Xuan's divine sense. She anxiously requested: "Daoist, please send me to the ground, I will go out and fight him!

"You want to go to the ground? Can't you control the Candle Dragon underground?" Zhang Yuanjing asked suspiciously.

"My main body must be with the Candle Dragon to truly exert its power." Zhang Xuan explained vaguely, without mentioning to him that she was completely fused with the Candle Dragon.

Zhang Yuanjing immediately shook his head: "Impossible. If you go out, Zhenye will definitely stare at you and attack. How can you have a chance to control the Candle Dragon!"

"Daoist, you don't need to worry about this. I am one with the Candle Dragon. Unless Zhenye defeats the Candle Dragon, he won't be able to touch me at all!" Zhang Xuan said with a complicated expression, her tone filled with both confidence and loneliness.

Zhang Yuanjing couldn't see Zhang Xuan's expression through the Primal Stone, and he felt a little strange about her sometimes high and sometimes low tone, but he didn't think much about it.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue persuading her, Zhenye outside shouted again: "Saintess, are you really willing to watch these believers die? This monk has counted, there are at least about eight thousand believers who can breathe left here. This time, this monk will first deliver twenty-three to the afterlife as a warning to you. If I don't see anyone within three breaths, this monk will start killing indiscriminately, killing five hundred!"

"Daoist, please send me up! The Divine Sect can no longer withstand unnecessary sacrifices!" Zhang Xuan said anxiously, saying it was a request, but her tone was very firm and left no room for refusal.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan had now subconsciously taken on the role of the Candle God Sect's leader, with a completely different aura from the past, Zhang Yuanjing felt quite strange, but he didn't have time to think too much. He reached out and stroked the Primal Stone, and magical power poured in.

Zhang Shi understood his intention and immediately tunneled upwards, breaking out of the ground and pushing Zhang Xuan into the sky above the Black Water Pool.

At the same time, a giant dragon rushed out of the pool, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Yuanjing saw clearly with his divine sense and was slightly startled, and then he finally understood why Zhang Xuan was not afraid of Zhenye.

"Finally came out! Hehe, the Saintess still has some responsibility! This monk admires you! Then I'll deliver you to the afterlife first!" When Zhenye saw Zhang Xuan appear, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he was about to attack when the black dragon flew up and swallowed her, showing a seemingly completely different aura from before. He immediately became vigilant and flipped his hand to offer up the Purple-Gold Bowl first.

The Candle Dragon, or rather Zhang Xuan, ignored him and continued to spin upwards, heading straight for the top of the cave.

"Could there be some mechanism hidden there?" Zhenye looked at the Candle Dragon with suspicion, and quickly took out the Curse Bead from his other hand and threw it at it.

The Candle Dragon swung its long tail, stirring up a gust of wind, and swept the string of black Buddhist beads to the other end of the cave.

Zhenye's expression froze, his pupils contracted slightly. He ignored the distant Buddhist beads, but took out a three-foot-long black-handled silver knife from the ring on his right middle finger, leaped up, and swung a blade of light several feet long, slashing towards the middle of the Candle Dragon's body.

The Candle Dragon turned its head and breathed out, dozens of black water balls, like cannonballs, shot out, either hitting the silver knife's long blade, or hitting Zhenye himself.

Zhenye danced the silver knife, psychic power surged out, condensing the blade of light like a scorching sun, and in an instant, he evaporated all those black water cannonballs. At the same time, the blade of light moved forward, cutting through the dark sky and slashing on the Candle Dragon's black scales, making a clear "clang" sound.

The Candle Dragon cried out in pain, roared, coiled into a ball, and its whole body's scales bulged outwards, releasing a strong black mist from the gaps.

Zhenye held his breath and struck out with his knife in succession, each knife hitting the Candle Dragon, but none of them could break its scales.

The thousand or so believers who had gathered below concentrated the collected Extinguishing Yuan Arrows and fired three rounds of volleys at Zhenye, who was suspended thirty feet in the air.

A black light flashed across Zhenye's face, revealing an angry expression. He waved his right hand, and the Purple-Gold Bowl, which was wandering around his body, suddenly stopped, releasing a cone-shaped golden light towards the Extinguishing Yuan Arrows, fixing all the hundreds of Extinguishing Yuan Arrows that were coming in succession ten feet away. The golden light then sparked, detonating all the Extinguishing Yuan Arrows.

The believers below were immediately dumbfounded and had no countermeasures for a while.