Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Chung Lingjiao almost completely listened to Zhang Zhengli's words. When she saw him say this, she didn't even think before nodding her head repeatedly. Her eyes were full of agreement.    

    

"Eldest Senior Brother is right. The Fellow Daoist is not feeling well. It is indeed necessary to rest for a while. It is not too late to talk about these things in the future."    

    

After saying that, she hugged Zhang Zhengli's arm and revealed a shy expression.    

    

"Big... Big Senior Brother, why don't the two of us leave first."    

    

Zhang Zhengli's face froze and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes. He coughed dryly and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I suddenly feel that we should discuss this matter again. After all..."    

    

"Eldest senior brother..."    

    

Before Zhang Zhengli could finish his words, he felt a bitter voice coming from the side. At the same time, a red shadow appeared above his head. It was the Mixed Yuan Ribbon.    

    

The powerful spiritual pressure emitted from the Mixed-Yuan Ribbon stopped Zhang Zhengli's words almost in the blink of an eye. The red silk kept flying and circling, carrying a strong sense of threat.    

    

"Cough cough, junior sister, let's talk, let's talk."    

    

In front of the domineering Chung Lingjiao, Zhang Zhengli had changed from his usual serious expression to an awkward smile on his face. He didn't dare to say anything more.    

    

Yang Xuan silently looked at him, his face full of sympathy.    

    

That Mixed Yuan Ribbon was incomparably powerful. Adding Chung Lingjiao's identity, Zhang Zhengli had no intention of resisting. He could only follow her and leave this place.    

    

Yang Xuan watched the two of them leave with his eyes. He only heaved a sigh of relief after their figures had completely disappeared. He didn't dare to delay any longer and returned to the cave.    

    

The five-colored Spiritual Force light screen slowly closed, isolating all information from the outside world.    

    

In the empty cave, Yang Xuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, examining himself with the Divine Sense.    

    

Although this sudden change had increased his cultivation base by a large margin, it had also broken the balance of Yin and Yang in his body. He didn't even know if there were any other side effects.    

    

After all, even if his cultivation base was weak and he knew a lot of things, he knew a lot about the impact of his cultivation base soaring.    

    

The scorching Flame Separation Spell Spiritual Force covered all of his limbs and bones. All of his meridians and acupoints were filled up. He had reached the limit of the Mid Blessed Stage, and was only a step away from the Late Blessed Stage.    

    

"Not only has the Flame Separation Spell Spiritual Force increased by a lot, but it also seems to be a little different?"    

    

Yang Xuan used the Divine Sense to scan his body, then he frowned.    

    

He didn't know if it was because of his senses, but he felt that the Flame Separation Spell Spiritual Force had become purer and purer. The energy within had become hotter and hotter, and there were even some dark red threads swimming in his meridians.    

    

"What is this?"    

    

Yang Xuan's thought moved slightly, and the Divine Sense immediately gathered towards a thread of energy in his meridians, wanting to analyze the energy within.    

    

An extremely hot feeling spread out. Although the thread of energy was tiny, the power contained within it was extremely powerful. With his current realm, he was unable to sense it completely.    

    

That was an existence that far surpassed his own Spiritual Force.    

    

It was precisely because of these tiny strands of energy that he felt that his Spiritual Force had become slightly denser. Those strands of energy were distributed within the Spiritual Force, constantly emitting a faint and strange light as they fused into Yang Xuan's Spiritual Force.    

    

Yang Xuan's expression gradually became serious. He thought of Chiang Weisheng. Back then, Chiang Weisheng had also quietly resided within his body, and in the end, he had launched an attack, almost causing him to lose his life.    

    

He hesitated for a moment and immediately raised a hand. A crimson Spiritual Force appeared in his palm and condensed into a Spiritual Force and light ball.    

    

This light ball was very pure. Apart from the red color, there was no other color.    

    

Yang Xuan's heart moved slightly. The Divine Sense covered his entire right hand. After he pulled out some more Spiritual Force, his expression became uglier and uglier.    

    

Those dark red gossamer seemed to have a life of its own. Every time the Spiritual Force was about to leave Yang Xuan's body, they would naturally turn to other meridians or fuse into the flesh and disappear. It would never flow out with the Flame Separation Spell's Spiritual Force, as if it had recognized his body.    

    

Yang Xuan frowned. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his left hand. A spiritual light flashed on his fingertip, and a wound appeared on his right hand. Blood kept flowing out from the wound.    

    

He hurriedly covered the Divine Sense with the Divine Sense. Within the scarlet blood, there was a constant flow of light. It looked very strange.    

    

However, what made Yang Xuan disappointed was that there was no dark red Spiritual Force in the spiritual light. No matter how he tried to sense it, he could not detect it even when he used the Heavenly Eye.    

    

In the next two hours, he used almost all the methods he could think of in order to lure the dark red Spiritual Force out of his body. However, it did not work at all.    

    

The Spiritual Force seemed to have their own consciousness. As long as he made a slight movement, it would quickly merge with his meridians and disappear.    

    

Just as Yang Xuan's heart was pounding and he was somewhat worried, the Black Panther woke up.    

    

"Country bumpkin, what are you doing again?"    

    

The Black Panther asked curiously as it sensed the somewhat chaotic Spiritual Force in Yang Xuan's body.    

    

Immediately, Yang Xuan told it everything that had happened, including his dream world. He did not miss anything.    

    

"Flames that filled the sky? Dream world? Return to normal? "    

    

The Black Panther muttered a few words and then fell into deep thought. Yang Xuan's heart was beating faster and faster.    

    

With Chiang Weisheng's example, he now had a strong guard against these unknown beings in his body. If he provoked one of them, he did not think he would have such good luck.    

    

"Country bumpkin, have you heard of Nirvana?"    

    

Just as Yang Xuan was feeling worried, the Black Panther finally stopped thinking and suddenly said.    

    

Yang Xuan was stunned. After thinking for a moment with a frown, he nodded and said, "I have heard of it. I have read some legends in the books. It is said that it is an ability unique to the Phoenix Clan. It can miraculously revive after falling..."    

    

When he said this, he suddenly stopped. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of disbelief.    

    

"You... you mean..."    

    

"Mm, I think you might have entered nirvana."    

    

"How is that possible!? I don't even have an impression of such a heaven defying technique. Furthermore, I was merely heavily injured at that time, to the extent that I wasn't even on the verge of death. Didn't the books say... "    

    

"The books said? Are you stupid?"    

    

The Black Panther's voice was filled with disdain. It turned into a black stream of light and appeared in Yang Xuan's sea of consciousness.    

    

"Although I don't have any impression of the Phoenix Clan, but those who can use these two words as their clan's name... How can ordinary mortals know about their secrets? What you said in the book is most likely fabricated by people. "