Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

After Yang Xuan finished listening to the description of the Black Panther, his eyes swept across everyone present. Through Yang Xuan's vision, he could see the scene outside even though the Black Panther was in his sea of consciousness.    

"That's not right. Although the aura of these spectral cultivators is extremely evil, they don't have the aura of a soul hunter that makes people feel extremely dangerous."    

As the Black Panther was speaking, Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly stopped on the old man who had chained all the ghost cultivators. At the moment when Yang Xuan looked at the old man, without any warning, a strong sense of crisis emerged from Yang Xuan's heart. A golden light suddenly flashed between Yang Xuan's brows.    

"That's right, it's him."    

The Black Panther cried out in shock. The hair on its body stood up as it said, "Quickly look away, don't look at him. I'm currently in the state of my soul body. If this old man finds out that I'm here, I'm afraid he'll cause me harm! "    

" Oh."    

When Yang Xuan heard this, he quickly turned his gaze away and looked at Lee Zong, who was fighting with Kuan Shu.    

The Black Panther's voice rang out once again, causing Yang Xuan to be even more shocked. "Damn, a peak Seventh Stage warrior!"    

"What?! You said this man is a Seventh Stage warrior?!"    

"That's right. Judging from his Qi, his Nascent Infant can be separated from his body. He's going to fight alone. Also, the Qi on his body was ninety percent similar to the Qi fluctuated on his Nascent Infant. He was only a step away from the Eighth Stage Fusion Stage. He has reached the realm where a Nascent Infant can fuse with his main body."    

The Black Panther's words shocked Yang Xuan. This man, who even the ancestors of the major families had to address as' senior ', was a man who deserved to be addressed as' senior '. Yang Xuan had already tried his best to guess his true strength, but what he didn't expect was... It seemed like he had underestimated Lee Zong's cultivation base.    

While Yang Xuan was exclaiming because of the Black Panther's words, something strange happened at the entrance of the tunnel.    

After the old man who had been turned into a soul hunter by the Black Panther slashed at the ghost cultivator with the Sword Qi, the chain that trapped the ghost cultivator actually moved by itself. Like a long snake with intelligence, one of the chains reached the old man's hand.    

The old man looked at the ghost cultivator and snorted coldly. Then, he grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled it backwards.    

According to common sense, even if the old man directly pulled dozens of spectral cultivators over, it was quite normal. But this scene did not happen. The chain actually directly passed through the spectral cultivator's body. However, it didn't fall off. It was as if something was trapped by the chain.    

Yang Xuan, who possessed the Heavenly Eye, could clearly see that within the chain... What? The facial features of those shadows were clear. As they struggled, an expression of extreme pain appeared on their faces.    

"This is?"    

Yang Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted. Even though he knew that these spectral cultivators were unforgivable, the means that the old man from an ancient sect called the Soul Hunter used to deal with these spectral cultivators tens of thousands of years ago still made Yang Xuan feel cruel.    

Those translucent shadows that were trapped by the chains were the souls of those spectral cultivators. If what the Black Panther said was true, then the Sword Qi that the old man released just now looked somewhat strange. Obviously, it had caused considerable damage to the souls of these spectral cultivators.    

Under the Heavenly Eye, the faces of those spectral cultivators were filled with pain. And full of weakness. However, these spectral cultivators didn't have the intention of giving up on struggling. Instead, their faces carried a strong desire to live. They worked together and pulled in the opposite direction of the old man. The old man's strength became somewhat weak, and his hands began to tremble. His face looked a little ugly.    

The ghost cultivators' mouths kept opening and closing, as if they were shouting something.    

Just as the scale of victory in the tug-of-war was slowly moving toward the ghost cultivator's soul, the old man suddenly shouted. His voice was like a mournful evil ghost, and purple lightning lit up on his arms. Following the chain, he ran toward the soul of the spectral cultivator.    

When the lightning touched the soul of the spectral cultivator, it was like countless thin needles were inserted into the depths of the soul. The expression on the faces of the ghost cultivators instantly became even more painful. Originally, the lightning released by the old man was some kind of strange technique that could weaken the soul force. And from the perspective of the ghost cultivators' resistance gradually weakening, it was indeed the case.    

However, under this lightning, those souls seemed to have undergone some kind of strange change.    

Under Yang Xuan's Heavenly Eye, the souls of the ghost cultivators actually gradually turned red. At the beginning, these souls were still faintly pink. After a moment. After a while... It turned dark red like blood. The expression on the soul's face was no longer in pain, but rather looked very ferocious.    

"Looks like that soul hunter is going to have fun"    

The Black Panther's voice sounded in Yang Xuan's mind. It seemed like it was gloating over Yang Xuan's misfortune.    

The Black Panther's words made Yang Xuan somewhat puzzled, although in his line of sight, the aura emitted from these souls did indeed make him feel threatened, but this was a special condition. He had never seen it before. Yang Xuan couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong?"    

"Your cultivation time is too short, so you probably don't know yet. When a cultivator's strength reached a certain level, especially a cultivator like a spectral cultivator who had more contact with the soul during the cultivation process, there will always be a way to perish together with the enemy, which is to burn one's own soul force. This was the same principle as burning their blood essence. It was a technique that could injure the enemy by sacrificing eight hundred of its own. However, in comparison, the strength that erupted in that instant of burning one's soul is even more powerful. "    

As soon as the Black Panther's voice faded, a strange change happened in the group of ghost cultivators.    

As these souls turned red, the aura they emitted became exceptionally powerful. Under their combined strength, the chains controlled by the old soul hunter actually gradually opened up, letting out creaking sounds.    

The strange runes on the chains flickered, making it look extremely strange. The old man's expression changed drastically, and the purple lightning on his arms became even more intense. But even so, he did not restrain the ghost cultivator's movements.    

After a few breaths, the chain was actually forcibly broken by the ghost cultivator. It broke into pieces and fell to the ground. The old man was sent flying backward and crashed into the tunnel that connected to the Imperial Prison. As if he had suffered a backlash, he spat out a mouthful of blood.    

Almost at the same time, Yang Xuan, Zhou Fengyuan, and the rest rushed towards the group of ghost cultivators. Yang Xuan's Li Yan was a flame that could burn everything in the world. Even a pure soul could cause great damage to it.    

As the palace master of State Hall, it was obvious that Zhou Fengyuan also had the means to cause damage to the soul.    

However, just as they were rushing towards the souls of the ghost cultivators, a powerful wave of energy erupted from the group of ghost cultivators, forcing Yang Xuan and the others to retreat.    

Yang Xuan rolled on the ground in a panic a few times before he managed to stabilize his body. However, when he raised his head again, the scene in front of him shocked him to the extreme.