Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The White Peacock laughed, "Well done!"

It brushed its left and right wings once each, and a stream of light burst forth from its front, disappearing into the thick earth.

The earthen mountain floated in the air, held up by Zhang Yuanjing's hands, but the white bird was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Yuanjing extended his divine sense, but there was no trace of it nearby. Extending further, he finally saw the bird standing on the top of the earthen mountain, looking around with its head held high.

He abandoned the earthen mountain and crashed towards the top of the great formation.

The White Peacock flashed its figure, avoiding the impact, and when the earthen mountain fell, it stood on the summit again. Obviously, this bird relied on its powerful escape technique, adopting the method of sticking to the earthen mountain to overcome Zhang Yuanjing's heavy mountain suppression. This undoubtedly took full advantage of the earthen mountain's weakness.

However, being able to do this was thanks to the White Peacock's wonderful ability to brush away the mud and sand. Without this method, it would have been impossible to escape if the heavy mud and sand had covered it.

Zhang Yuanjing pondered for a moment, then communicated with the Source Stone, suddenly collapsing the earthen mountain and transforming it back into a mud and sand formation, enveloping the bird. When he condensed the earth into a mountain again, the White Peacock still used its wings to brush away the mud and sand around its body, then escaped from the range of the earthen mountain's suppression, and once again stood on the summit.

The watching demons roared and cheered for it. The cultivators, on the other hand, made strange noises, mocking the White Peacock for only knowing how to run away. However, the Core Formation Completion cultivators below the arena all had solemn expressions. The White Peacock's strength and methods were very strong. If Zhang Yuanjing was defeated, and they went up instead, they would most likely not be its match. Zhang Yuanjing had at least defended the arena for nearly ten years, and withdrawing would not damage his reputation, but they would greatly lose face.

Zhang Yuanjing was not discouraged. When the White Peacock brushed away the mud and sand, he concentrated his divine sense to observe and discern, and vaguely felt the fluctuations of spatial power. He guessed that the White Peacock was using a spatial talent, but the method was mysterious and extremely difficult to identify.

However, not being able to identify it did not mean that it could not be broken. This White Peacock was only in the Demon Core realm after all, and its use of spatial power was a talent, not a true understanding of the principles behind it.

He had abundant magic power and was not afraid of consumption, so he repeatedly used the technique of covering the earth to form a mountain, forcing the White Peacock to continuously use its brushing ability, in order to capture the flaw when it was generated.

The White Peacock was also very vigilant, guessing Zhang Yuanjing's intention, but apart from that, in the narrow space of the arena, it could not escape the attack of covering the earth to form a mountain.

The more Zhang Yuanjing used his magic, the more he controlled it smoothly, and the more thoroughly he understood the principle of one breath connecting to all transformations. The speed of condensing earth into a mountain continued to increase. Later on, even if the White Peacock could escape by relying on its brushing ability, it would still be bumped by the earthen mountain once or twice, and a few white feathers would fall off, making it look slightly embarrassed.

The transformed great demons under the stage had gloomy faces, gesturing to signal the White Peacock to withdraw from the arena, while constantly sending their divine sense towards the two Nascent Soul humans.

Guo Songtao had a sullen face, looking very unhappy. Ying Xiongwei, on the other hand, showed a look of regret. However, neither of them gave orders to the Core Formation cultivators behind them holding the flags.

The White Peacock was naturally proud, how could it主动认输 (zhudong renshu - admit defeat willingly)? Not only did it not look for an opportunity to withdraw from the arena, but when Zhang Yuanjing withdrew the earthen mountain, it used its escape technique in the sand and soil to launch a strong attack on him.

If Zhang Yuanjing used earthen walls to block it, it would use the brushing method to pass through the walls, intending to achieve results and reverse the disadvantage.

This undoubtedly suited Zhang Yuanjing's intentions, so he used himself as the core and the Source Stone as the bone to directly condense an earthen mountain.

Although the White Peacock's innate divine ability was powerful, it inevitably suffered the squeezing of earth power in the very center of the earthen mountain, and several times it narrowly escaped from the earthen mountain.

After more than a dozen rounds of competition, the White Peacock was finally unable to support itself. The brushing method was broken midway, and it was directly pressed under the mountain.

Zhang Yuanjing hesitated slightly, wanting to capture it alive, but the White Peacock suddenly opened its tail feathers, which had been tightly closed all along. The colorful light flashed away, beautiful and breathtaking, and the peacock disappeared with it.

Zhang Yuanjing swept his divine sense towards the formation gate, and saw a white shadow shaking. It actually only took less than a breath of time to retreat from the great formation.

When he checked with his divine sense again, the White Peacock had already fallen under the stone platform, its white feathers were dark, and its eyes had lost their luster, looking dejected.

Guo Songtao was quite surprised, and then frowned: "Fellow Daoist Ying, why didn't you issue an order just now?"

Ying Xiongwei smiled first, and then said with a serious face: "Ying still wants some face."

Guo Songtao rolled his eyes at him, and immediately left with a flick of his sleeves.

Ying Xiongwei heard the sound transmission of the demon race's transformation in his ear, almost roaring. He was too lazy to pay attention to it, and used his magic power to cover his ears, isolating all the crude words.

Zhang Yuanjing did not know the competition outside the arena. He sat down in the center of the arena and carefully comprehended what he had gained from the battle. Spatial divine abilities are strong, but ultimately based on power. When encountering stronger power squeezing, they will also encounter destruction.

The Mountain Moving technique focuses on thickness and weight, but the foundation is still power.

The demon beast that came up the next day was a Partridge Monkey. The Partridge Monkey is a very strong group in the Hengduan Mountains. Its characteristics are high intelligence, good at identifying the weaknesses of opponents, and also has agile movements and strong strength. It has always been able to gain an advantage when fighting against demon races or cultivators of the same rank.

However, compared to the White Peacock yesterday, the Partridge Monkey was much inferior.

Zhang Yuanjing was still a little strange. After several rounds of fighting, two green flags suddenly rose from the human side under the stone platform. This was an order to immediately withdraw from the arena.

As soon as this order came out, not only the cultivators all over the mountains and plains were in an uproar, but even the demon beasts were shocked.

Zhang Yuanjing had thought about it all night yesterday, and had already decided that even if the Deacon Hall urged him, he would not leave the arena for the time being. Since the transformation gods of the two races had reached an agreement, the arena could only be regarded as a prize. Although the winning side had benefits, it was nothing.

This seemed very absurd. Tens of thousands of people from the two races, under the Pillar Supporting Heaven, first fought in formation, killing each other until blood flowed like rivers and corpses lay everywhere, and then set up an arena, allowing the Core Formation Completion and Demon Core Completion, who were only one step away from the upper realm, to fight to the death in a hundred-zhang area, trapped beasts fighting, but in the end, it was just an insignificant bargaining chip in the eyes of the transformation gods.

However, this is the reality of the cultivation world. With a single thought from those in power, those below have no choice but to fight to the death, and when those in power change their minds, the original efforts of those below are worthless.

But, so what! Zhang Yuanjing's heart burst with anger - since you have decided everything, why bother about the outcome of this arena!

He had no intention of retreating, stone armor protected his body, sand and soil covered him, and he rushed forward, condensing earth into a mountain near the Partridge Monkey, and mercilessly killing this beast!

Guo Songtao was so angry that he cursed and left in a rage. Ying Xiongwei shook his head and said softly: "A way to invite disaster, this is a way to invite disaster!"

Fan Chongshan interrupted him rudely: "Disaster has already come to the door, do we still need to invite it ourselves! Such an arena is not worth watching. Fan is going back to the sect to practice in seclusion, hoping that he will still have the opportunity to roam the South China Sea with this Zhang Nephew and kill all the sea tribes!"

Ying Xiongwei turned his eyes and rebuked: "Your Lan Yue Valley has sent away Lu Tianying, are you also going to desert at the last minute!"

Fan Chongshan sneered: "Old man Ying, the arena battle has already been a great victory, does Old Fan still need to go on stage? The demon race has lost everything, is it possible to let Old Fan go up and chop another knife?"

Ying Xiongwei was so angry at this crude tone that he shivered. He raised his hand to give him a slap, but Fan Chongshan had already hurried away.