Immortals Step into Heaven

The light net shook violently, and Zheng Yuan's face turned pale, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth and held on, shouting, "Fellow Daoists, hold on!" Li Dahui and others also increased their spiritual power output, and veins on their foreheads bulged.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the Six-Star Formation finally stabilized, temporarily trapping the Black Wind Hawks. Zheng Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Hurry up!" Not daring to delay, everyone ran away from the Black Wind Hawks.

After escaping the swamp, they discovered the Black Wind Hawk hadn't pursued them, and their tense nerves finally relaxed slightly. Zheng Yuan sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, his hands still trembling slightly from the feeling of having survived a catastrophe.

Li Dahui and his fellow junior brothers also looked exhausted. They looked at each other with both relief and fear in their eyes.

This time it was really thanks to Fellow Daoist Zheng's six-star formation and the mysterious Xiao Hei, otherwise we would all have died in the mouth of the Black Wind Hawk.

Li Dahui clasped his fists towards Zheng Yuan, and his tone became more sincere.

Zheng Yuan waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Fellow Daoist Li, you are too polite. If you were not willing to cooperate with me, I would not be able to support this formation alone. We are saving each other."

After a brief rest, Zheng Yuan stood up and surveyed his unfamiliar surroundings. Beyond the swamp lay a lush forest, a faint mist shimmering with strange lights. It seemed to hold endless opportunities, but also untold dangers.

It’s not advisable to stay here for long, we have to find a safe place as soon as possible, Zheng Yuan said.

Li Dahui nodded, and walked towards the depths of the forest with his fellow apprentices and Zheng Yuan.

Everyone walked cautiously towards the depths of the forest. The fog became thicker and thicker, and the surrounding trees became more and more lush. Faint roars of unknown beasts could be heard from afar.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the grass in front, and everyone immediately became alert. The magic weapon appeared in Li Dahui's hand, and Zheng Yuan also gripped the Water Ripple Sword tightly, ready to attack at any time.

As the sound got closer, a strange-looking little beast jumped out. It was red all over, with a pair of blood-red, crystal-clear wings. Its eyes were like two fireballs, looking at everyone curiously without any ill intentions.

Zheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but before everyone could react, a large group of colorful butterflies suddenly emerged from behind the little beast. These butterflies looked beautiful, but they also emitted bursts of dizzying fragrance. Oh no, it's psychedelic butterflies! Li Dahui shouted. Everyone hurriedly held their breath.

But the fragrance of the psychedelic butterfly was too strong. Even though everyone held their breath in time, a few of the demon cultivators still began to look dazed and their steps became unsteady.

Zheng Yuan frowned, swung the Water Ripple Sword in his hand, and a blood-colored sword energy slashed towards the group of butterflies. Wherever the sword energy passed, a few butterflies instantly dissipated, but more butterflies came like a tide.

Li Dahui was not idle either. The magic weapon in his hand shone brightly and turned into flames that rushed towards the group of butterflies. Those butterflies close to the flames were burned with crackling sounds, but this only slightly slowed down the attack of the group of butterflies.

At that moment, several butterflies broke through the defenses and swooped down towards Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan flashed, his Water Ripples Sword dancing in a flurry of swords, barely fending off the butterflies' attacks. But the dizzying aroma continued to erode their resolve, and the situation grew increasingly dire, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was already hanging overhead.

Zheng Yuan was extremely anxious, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to find a way out. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a puddle not far away, and an idea came to his mind.

Zheng Yuan shouted, "Everyone, retreat to the puddle!" As he spoke, he brandished his sword to fend off the butterflies while running towards the puddle. Li Dahui and the others were a little confused, but they had no better solution at the moment, so they quickly protected their dazed fellow apprentices and moved closer to the puddle.

Everyone hid in the water, not daring to breathe. The psychedelic butterflies on the surface, unable to find any trace of Zheng Yuan and the others, circled aimlessly on the surface.

Suddenly, a suction force emerged from the puddle, and after a moment, it grew stronger, like an invisible hand tightly grasping their ankles. Zheng Yuan gritted his teeth and plunged the Water Ripple Sword deep into the mud at the bottom of the water, clinging to the sword with both hands, trying to resist the suction.

Li Dahui and other magic practitioners also used their own methods. Some used magic tools to insert into the surrounding water plants, while others pulled each other.

The water swirled violently, forming a huge whirlpool. Everyone was thrown here and there, struggling in the water.

Suddenly, Zheng Yuan felt the water-patterned sword in his hand begin to loosen. He was startled and looked at the connection between the hilt and the soil. He found that a black airflow was corroding the connection between the sword body and the soil.

There's something strange down there! Zheng Yuan shouted, his voice muffled in the water. Li Dahui's face was grim. He tried to cast a spell to break the vortex, but found that the spell was greatly restricted in the water, its power greatly reduced. Everyone was sucked into the vortex and arrived at an underground cave.

After being sucked into the vortex, the group arrived at an underground cavern amidst a dizzying spin. A strange light shone from the surrounding walls, illuminating this mysterious space. Scattered on the ground were ancient artifacts, some broken, others still intact, as if telling of a glorious past.

After Zheng Yuan regained his composure, he surveyed his surroundings warily, his Water Ripple Sword tightly gripped. Li Dahui also gathered with his fellow apprentices, keeping a cautious vigil. "This place is eerie, and there's no telling what dangers lie ahead. Everyone, stay together," Li Dahui whispered.

At that moment, a low roar emanated from the depths of the cave, as if some ferocious creature had been disturbed by their arrival. As the sound reached them, a pungent, fishy smell filled the air. "Everyone, be careful!" Before Zheng Yuan could finish his words, a gigantic, first-order, perfect black snake slowly emerged from the darkness. Its body was covered in a hard black carapace, its eyes gleaming with a faint green light, and its mouth continuously spewed black smoke.

Zheng Yuan rushed forward first, swinging his sword at the black snake. The water-patterned sword collided with the black snake's carapace, sending up a shower of sparks. Li Dahui and the other demon cultivators also cast spells and summoned magical instruments. For a moment, the cave was ablaze with light, and various attacks were launched towards the black snake.

However, this black snake had thick skin and flesh, and these attacks only made it more angry. It swung its tail violently, and the powerful force knocked a demon cultivator away.

We can't just fight head-on, we have to find a way to attack its weaknesses! Zheng Yuan shouted loudly while dodging the black snake's attacks, his eyes searching for possible flaws on the black snake.

Hearing Zheng Yuan's cry, the crowd slowed their attacks slightly. Zheng Yuan observed the black snake carefully and discovered that each time it attacked, the scales below its abdomen, about seven inches below, would briefly expand.