Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The bird had four legs and two wings, which were three to four meters long. The strangest thing was that it only had one eye, which was so huge that it almost took up half of its head.    

    

Yang Xuan also stopped when he sensed the movement behind him. He turned around and looked.    

    

When he saw the giant bird that Zhang Zhengli had summoned, his expression changed slightly.    

    

"A Blessed Stage fluctuation, this bird has a Third Stage cultivation base!"    

    

It was just a spirit beast that was kept in captivity, but its cultivation base was already higher than his own. This showed how powerful Zhang Zhengli was. If he were to fight against it, he wouldn't even need to attack, as he wouldn't even be able to deal with those spirit beasts.    

    

He was somewhat shocked, but he wasn't stunned. Instead, he held the small silver shield and the wooden sword in his hand, ready to attack at any time.    

    

After a moment, in the distant night sky, a figure quickly flashed past. His figure flickered continuously, and in the blink of an eye, he stopped not far away from Zhang Zhengli.    

    

"Hehe, that's right. Since I can't run away, I might as well save some strength to play with this old Taoist."    

    

The figure smiled sinisterly. The eerie voices from before were coming from him. Now that he was closer, Yang Xuan could clearly see the figure's appearance.    

    

It was an old man who looked to be in his 70s or 80s. He looked terrifying and skinny. It was as if there was only a layer of skin stuck to his bones from top to bottom, and the same could be seen on his face. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, making him look like two dry eyeballs that were very abrupt.    

    

He was wearing a yellow robe that belonged to a warlock, and there was a pattern of eight trigrams on his chest. He was also holding a horsetail whisk in his hand, but it was very tattered. Only twos and threes of white silk were hanging on top of him, as if it would fall off at any time.    

    

Zhang Zhengli's eyebrows were almost knitted together, and his eyes were filled with seriousness. He said in a deep voice, "Martial Uncle Han, we are all disciples of Myriad Spirit Sect. Can you let us go?"    

    

"Myriad Spirit Sect? Master's Junior Han? What are you talking about!?"    

    

The old man was stunned. He shook his head as if he was in a daze. After a moment, he laughed again. "Kid, you just destroyed one of my spiritual beasts. As compensation, give me your body! "    

    

Zhang Zhengli gritted his teeth and slightly shook his head. He glanced behind him and found that Yang Xuan had not left yet. He immediately turned his face away and shouted, "What are you still doing here?! Run!"    

    

Right at this moment, Fatty Yuh, who had already run away, turned his head and came to Yang Xuan's side.    

    

Zhang Zhengli's expression became uglier and uglier. "Junior disciple Yu, quickly bring Fellow Daoist Yang away. I will stop him!"    

    

"Senior brother..."    

    

___'s expression turned ugly. "Don't talk nonsense. With your cultivation base, you won't be able to escape from his pursuit. I am the only one who can stop him. Hurry up and leave!"    

    

Fatty Yuh's body trembled. It was obvious that he was afraid of Zhang Zhengli's scolding, but he couldn't bear to see Zhang Zhengli stay here alone. So, he simply looked at Yang Xuan as if he was asking for help.    

    

Yang Xuan's breathing had become much more rapid at this moment. He had the Heavenly Eye, and although he couldn't see ___'s cultivation base clearly, he could still roughly tell the difference between them.    

    

Although the skinny old Daoist looked weak, the Spiritual Force in his body was like a huge lake. Compared to him, even Zhang Zhengli, who had the highest cultivation base, was far from him.    

    

"Black Panther."    

    

He gritted his teeth. "You can control my body. Can you deal with this guy?"    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

The Black Panther slowly woke up and responded in a daze. After Yang Xuan anxiously called out to him for a while, he finally felt the situation in the outside world.    

    

"Stinking brat! Where did you provoke such a monster again!?"    

    

Just as Yang Xuan's body sensed the fluctuation coming from afar, the Black Panther immediately cried out in alarm.    

    

When Yang Xuan heard this, his heart sank slightly, and he had a bad feeling.    

    

Sure enough, in the next moment, the Black Panther's voice rang out in his mind.    

    

"My previous injuries were too severe, and my current strength is limited. I've already used up a lot of my energy when I helped you deal with that guy. Now, I'm facing such a monster, and it's simply not enough."    

    

There was a hint of helplessness in its voice. It had only rested for a short while, but Yang Xuan had once again gotten himself into such a big trouble.    

    

"Run, don't even think about fighting him. With your current strength, that old fellow can kill you with a single slap."    

    

After saying this, the Black Panther stopped making any sound. No matter how Yang Xuan tried to call out to it, it was to no avail.    

    

Right at this moment, Zhang Zhengli made his move.    

    

With the intention of making the first move, he went all out the moment he made his move. The long sword was shining with a golden light, like a scorching sun. At the tip of the sword, the golden light extended a few feet long, and a majestic spiritual pressure was emitted from it.    

    

With an angry shout, he held the sword with both hands and slashed at the skinny old man through the air. A half-curved golden light that was as tall as a man rushed out from the sword.    

    

Next to him, the strange bird let out a sharp cry. A layer of faint blue light covered its huge single eye, and its four claws also shone with a brilliant blue light. It grabbed at the skinny old man.    

    

"Fellow Daoist Yang... I... Let's go!"    

    

Fatty Yuh seized the opportunity and called out to Yang Xuan. His eyes were filled with fear.    

    

He was merely a Blessed Stage warrior. He had no right to interfere in a battle of this level. The most rational thing to do was to leave this place as soon as possible.    

    

Yang Xuan stared at Zhang Zhengli's back. A moment later, he slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Although my cultivation base is weak, I am not a coward. Zhang Fellow Daoist is a righteous man. How can I abandon him?"    

    

In fact, he still had something to say.    

    

The reason why the three of them met this old Daoist was mostly because of his existence. After all, these two people had followed him to this place.    

    

Although they hadn't known each other for a long time and had little interaction with each other, he had a good impression of Zhang Zhengli. He was upright and serious. Although he was a bit old-fashioned, he didn't have any shortcomings.    

    

Now that he was willing to stay behind to cover their retreat, Yang Xuan felt that if he really left just like that and caused his death, it would be difficult for him to feel at ease.    

    

Seeing that he wasn't willing to leave, the silent Black Panther was almost angered to death. He hurriedly said, "Kid, are you crazy?! With your little cultivation, staying here is also death."    

    

Yang Xuan was silent for a moment. With a serious expression, he said, "If you lose your heart, even if you can achieve immortality, you won't be yourself anymore."    

    

"You... Do you want to die here?"    

    

The Black Panther was really panicking. If Yang Xuan died, it would not have a good ending either.    

    

"I don't want to die."    

    

Yang Xuan shook his head and said with a determined look in his eyes, "But I don't want to owe my conscience."    

    

His words were spoken directly. Not only could the Black Panther hear it, but Fatty Yuh could also hear it clearly.    

    

"Fellow Daoist, you can leave. I will go and help Zhang Fellow Daoist. You go and contact the people of your sect."    

    

After saying that, he injected a Spiritual Force into the wooden sword, which he had always been reluctant to use. In an instant, heat waves rolled on the wooden sword, and flames overflowed. A powerful spiritual pressure continuously spread out.