Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

In the darkness, one could see that the golden paint on the statue that was worshiped in the center of the hall had fallen off, revealing the embryonic form beneath it. It looked hideous and terrifying.    

The hall was flashing with a gloomy light. In a corner of the hall, a few men in black were gathered there.    

In a gloomy and dark corner, there was a row of crosses. However, although most of the crosses were stained with blood, no one existed. And on the first row of crosses, there was a person whose hands were hung up. His legs were also shackled.    

It was Yang Xuan, who had faced five spectral cultivators alone after chasing Yuh Qingcheng away.    

At this moment, his body was covered in blood after being whipped and whipped.    

"It's up to you if you want to kill me. Don't even think about getting a word of information from me."    

After his clothes were stripped off, Yang Xuan's sturdy body was exposed in the air, revealing his well-defined muscles.    

The few spectral cultivators who were surrounding Yang Xuan just now quietly looked at him. The one holding a long whip in his hand was a ghost cultivator of some age. Yang Xuan could clearly feel that this ghost cultivator had already stepped into the Sixth Stage. Moreover, it was the kind that had been settling down for many years at this stage.    

The last time he faced a Sixth Stage expert was because of Black Market Owner, whose strength had been damaged after the formation was broken. And this time, the one who appeared in front of Yang Xuan was a Sixth Stage warrior who was at the peak of his strength.    

When he saw this spectral cultivator, he had already given up on the idea of returning to Profound Gate Pass after recovering his strength. Now, he could only count on Yuh Qingcheng to report the news. Zhou Fengmiao could bring his troops here before the ghost cultivator made up his mind to kill him.    

The Sixth Stage ghost cultivator condensed a powerful dark energy in his hand and slapped Yang Xuan's chest. This was a powerful restrictive spell. After entering Yang Xuan's body, it could make him unable to control all the Spiritual Force in his body, making him no different from an ordinary person.    

However, when the restrictive spell entered his body, it was forced out by a ball of flame. In the next moment, a fiery red side suddenly appeared behind Yang Xuan. It let out a loud and clear cry. Immediately after that, a ball of fire started burning inside Yang Xuan's body. The seal that belonged to the dark energy was burned into the most primitive Spiritual Force.    

Then, the flame rushed out of his body and flew towards the Sixth Stage ghost cultivator.    

The ghost cultivator hurriedly condensed a mass of dark energy and slammed it on the flame. After the flame and the energy were offset, the flame that had lost its power was finally extinguished. With the help of the weak light of the nation, Yang Xuan could clearly see a layer of sweat on the forehead of the ghost cultivator.    

"It's actually a phoenix flame."    

The old man sighed in surprise. The phoenix flame and the energy he cultivated were two types of energy that were like water and fire.    

"The phoenix flame is the purest energy in the world. It is indeed difficult to deal with it."    

A Fifth Stage ghost cultivator said, "Why don't we hang him like this and use him to study the phoenix flame's Experimentals?"    

"Alright."    

The Sixth Stage ghost cultivator nodded and agreed to this suggestion.    

"Bah!"    

A mouthful of phlegm flew out from Yang Xuan's mouth and landed accurately on the face of the Sixth Stage old man.    

The old man wiped away the phlegm with his hand and suddenly laughed sinisterly, "Little bastard, you sure have a tough mouth, right?"    

After saying that, he raised the whip in his hand, "Although I said I won't kill you, I didn't say I would let you go just like that."    

The next moment, the whip in the old man's hand fell down and hit Yang Xuan's body heavily. Perhaps it was because the whip was mixed with obvious damage to the divine soul, but even with Yang Xuan's physique, his sea of consciousness was still stirred by the whip.    

Immediately after that, a series of whipping sounds were heard, causing Yang Xuan to groan.    

It was unknown how many times he had been whipped, but there were no obvious injuries on Yang Xuan's body, but his mental state had already deteriorated by a large margin.    

The old man clearly felt bored, so he placed the long whip in his hand on the torture rack beside him, turned around and left.    

"Watch him closely. If his expression turns better, hit him hard."    

Before he left, the old man said to the spectral cultivators.    

"Yes."    

...    

After an unknown period of time, the hall became dark. These spectral cultivators didn't need to eat, drink, or scatter, which made Yang Xuan unable to determine the time outside.    

The wound in his sea of consciousness was slowly healing, but the whip that had whipped him just now had some dirty energy attached to it. Every time this energy was lashed at Yang Xuan, it would remain in his flesh. It gave Yang Xuan a cold feeling.    

However, in order to recover from his injuries, the phoenix flame in his body would automatically fight against these dark energies. The battlefield between these two energies was precisely Yang Xuan's body.    

The dark coldness and the warmth of the flame alternated, causing Yang Xuan to feel uncomfortable.    

These spectral cultivators had obviously attacked the army of Profound Gate Pass many times. From the moment they were held captive and entered the main hall, Yang Xuan had already seen many uniforms and standard weapons of the soldiers of Profound Gate Pass. Among them, there was the uniform of Carduus Army, and there was no lack of the uniform of Tiger Army. Those soldiers were nowhere to be found. It was obvious that they were absorbed by these spectral cultivators as cauldrons. They abandoned the corpses.    

More and more spectral Cultivators brought back living people from the outside. The few spectral cultivators who were staring at Yang Xuan also left one after another. In the end, there was only one spectral Cultivator left.    

Yang Xuan wasn't worried about his own death at all. In any case, he could at most undergo another rebirth. Perhaps, he could break through to the Fifth Stage in one go. He would get rid of all the spectral cultivators in this hall and take revenge for those soldiers who had died in grievance.    

Just as Yang Xuan's consciousness began to blur, he suddenly felt someone approaching him.    

Yang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and found that it was the last spectral cultivator who had stayed behind to stare at him.    

"What is he trying to do? Do you want to attack me again?"    

Yang Xuan thought in a daze. He had no feeling of the pain on his body anymore. Just as he was mentally prepared, something shocking happened.    

The Fifth Stage ghost cultivator performed a very standard military salute to Yang Xuan. It was a military salute that belonged to the subordinates of Carduus Army when they saw their commander.    

"Huang Yu greets you, sir."    

Yang Xuan suddenly woke up and looked at the ghost cultivator in front of him with an expression of disbelief.    

The ghost cultivator seemed to have noticed Yang Xuan's confusion and smiled. He explained to Yang Xuan, "Sir, you don't need to be surprised. Huang Yu is my code name in the army. It is to prevent the ghost cultivator from revealing my identity when he hears my name in the army."    

"You are a spy?"    

Yang Xuan was stunned for a long time before he realized what was going on. When the ghost cultivator caught him just now, he did not do it lightly. If he was on the same side as the ghost cultivator, the act would be too real!    

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