In a mountain forest not far from the shore, Old Devil Baihua transformed into a pink light, advancing rapidly.
After crossing a giant peak thousands of feet high, Old Devil Baihua suddenly made a soft sound of surprise, stopped his escape, circled around a certain location on the mountain below for a while, and then entered it.
A moment later, there was a sudden loud boom, and a blood-red, bald-headed bird flew out. It wasn't large in size, but it was a seventh-tier peak Blood Slaughter Bird.
The bird shrieked and transformed into a bloody light, flying towards the sky as if fleeing for its life.
However, just after flying a few dozen feet high, a patch of pink flowers grew on the bird's body. No matter how the Blood Slaughter Bird flapped its wings, it couldn't shake off the flowers on its body.
After a few breaths, the bird let out a mournful cry and fell from the sky. Its entire body seemed to be dried up, and it crashed to the ground, turning into a pink powder.
Only a round, blood-red demon core was caught in Old Devil Baihua's hand. "I didn't expect to encounter such a rare Blood Slaughter Bird. This kind of blood crystal demon core is worth no less than an eighth-tier demon core."
Old Devil Baihua laughed, and his figure transformed into a light again, flying into the distance.
In another dark and strange forest of trees, Dongfang Ya encountered trouble, being attacked by a group of emerald green demon apes. There were fifty or sixty of them.
These demon apes were huge, most of them at the level of fifth or sixth-tier demon beasts, and could also release a strange poisonous smoke that had a strong effect on polluting magical treasures.
Above a section of the Blackwater River, two Nascent Soul cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle.
"This place is so strange, yet you still insist on pestering me," the Fire Spirit Old Man said, with several fire dragons coiling around him, while resisting the attacks of the opposite cultivator, his face extremely ugly.
"Enough nonsense. You and another person besieged me earlier, and I suffered greatly. Now that you have no helper, do you think I will let you go easily?" Opposite him was a bald-headed man, surrounded by black demonic energy, with considerable strength, but his tattered appearance was not good.
He controlled several black-gold giant balls, smashing them in the sky, making a roaring sound.
The Fire Spirit Old Man's mouth twitched. He was also interfered with by the thunder tribulation in Yinxia City before, and had to rush into that blood-colored rune, and was teleported to this place.
At first, he was also in the water. Not long after coming out, he ran into this alien demon who he had fought with another cultivator before.
When this person saw him, he launched an attack without saying a word. Now the situation here is unknown, and he has to be entangled by a cultivator of the same level.
The Fire Spirit Old Man's mood was extremely bad. He snorted coldly. This person was ignorant of what's good for him, and he was not made of mud. A murderous intent also rose in his eyes.
Although the big man was a cultivator of the same level as him, they had been suppressing this person before, and this person's consumption was much greater than his. Now he was not afraid of this person in battle.
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In another section of the river, three huge one-eyed snakes carried Sect Leader Yan, the ghost-masked youth, and other Ghost King Sect cultivators, quickly heading north along the river.
"This place is indeed the same as recorded in my sect's classics. There are three yin moon phenomena in the sky, and the yin and evil spiritual power is several times higher than the outside world. If we can cultivate here, our cultivation progress will definitely be much faster," an old woman with white hair muttered to herself, looking at the three moons above her head.
"I also think that if we cultivate here, we can all cultivate into a Heavenly Ghost Body," a green-robed old man said, taking over the conversation.
The other elders and those Golden Core disciples all showed joy on their faces. Some people even sat cross-legged on the snake's body to meditate and cultivate.
Sect Leader Yan saw all of this, and looking ahead without turning his head, he opened his mouth. "The spiritual power environment in this space is indeed very suitable for ghost cultivators to cultivate.
But ten thousand years ago, my sect discovered this place, but it was not completely explored. This time, our main goal is to reach the Ghost Peach Willow Forest. That is our goal. As long as we control that place, this space can completely belong to my Ghost King Sect. It is even possible to use secret techniques to exchange for alien ghosts to drive us."
"What the Sect Leader said is true. We will work together to restore my Ghost King Sect," several Nascent Soul elders echoed.
Thus, the Ghost King Sect and his group advanced along the river for a distance.
All the way was safe and sound. Although they encountered some demon beasts and ghosts, their strength was not high. The Golden Core disciples they brought were enough to deal with them.
Suddenly, Elder Guiche, who was also in the late Nascent Soul stage, sensed something, and a wailing ghost laugh came from his sleeve. With a flick of his hand, a ghost head token appeared in his hand.
"Elder Guiche, what did you discover?" Sect Leader Yan asked immediately.
"Sect Leader, the Ghost King Token in my hand has reacted." Elder Guiche pointed at the ghost head token in his hand. The eyes of the bronze ghost head carved on the token emitted a ghostly green light, constantly flashing.
"How is this possible? No one should have come here for ten thousand years. It is absolutely impossible for my sect's cultivators to be staying here," another black-faced elder with a hooked nose also glanced at the token and exclaimed in surprise.
The other Nascent Soul elders were also like this, staring at the ghost head token in Elder Guiche's hand, seeming to check some information.
The Ghost King Token is a treasure inherited by the Ghost King Sect. One of its functions is to sense the identity tokens of the sect's elders and other special treasures.
Looking at the expressions of the other elders, Ghost Mother chuckled. "Elder Yin, you are wrong. A hundred years ago, the Sect Leader and several elders secretly came here for the first time."
"Is there such a thing?" the black-faced old man asked.
Before Ghost Mother could explain, Sect Leader Yan said in a deep voice. "Have you forgotten that during that time, we found the teleportation array left by my sect's predecessors ten thousand years ago?
At that time, I brought Elder Black Witch and several elders to investigate this place. I didn't expect this place to be more dangerous than I expected. We encountered a large number of high-level ghosts. Elder Black Witch and three elders unfortunately fell."
"So Black Witch fell here," the green-robed old man muttered in a low voice.
"When my sect opened this place ten thousand years ago, many high-level cultivators came in. The number of Nascent Soul cultivators who came in at that time was more than we have this time. The Ghost King Token's reaction may be sensing some treasures left by ancient cultivators," Sect Leader Yan glanced at the three yin moons above his head indifferently. With a blank expression, he said to the ghost-masked youth again.
"Shi'er, take two elders to take a look. If you really find my sect's legacy treasures, take them back."
Elder Guiche pointed at the ghost head token in his hand, and a vague red-faced little ghost flew out of it.
The ghost-masked youth directly reached out and grabbed the red-faced little ghost in his palm, turning it into a blood-red skull. He led two Nascent Soul cultivators and transformed into three streaks of light, flying towards the shore on the right.
Sect Leader Yan and others did not stop, and were still hurrying on their way.
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Let's talk about Zhang Ling. At this time, he stopped in front of a small valley. There was also a black-haired monkey at his feet. It was the ghost monkey he had subdued, squeaking and seeming to want to tell him something.
After communicating with the ghost monkey mentally for a while, Zhang Ling's expression showed a bit of surprise. "You said you've been here before?"
Squeak!
The ghost monkey nodded at him, jumping excitedly on the ground a few times. Scratching its ears and cheeks, it pointed to the valley in front of him, which was filled with gray ghost mist.
Looking at this guy's appearance, Zhang Ling nodded. The ghost monkey窜 jumped out and headed towards the valley. Zhang Ling also followed closely with the wind under his feet.
The ghost monkey seemed to be very familiar with this place. This guy's intelligence was not low. Through communication, Zhang Ling learned that the ghost monkey was captured by several cultivators and brought to this valley for a period of time.
It was also during that time that it suffered a lot of torture and was controlled by those people using secret methods, and surrendered as a ghost pet.
He had roughly understood these situations when he first subdued the ghost monkey. At that time, Zhang Ling didn't pay much attention to it.
Looking at it now, the ghost monkey may have lived here before, and was captured by the Ghost King Sect's cultivators, so it was used as a ghost pet.
Zhang Ling also inquired about some of the situation here through the connection of his mind. If he could understand this place, it would naturally be much more convenient to act.
However, the information he obtained was intermittent. It seemed that there were still some differences from what he thought.
Zhang Ling was a little helpless about this, which did not allow him to understand this place better.
In a short while, they arrived at the depths of the valley. This valley was covered with a layer of yin and evil ghost mist, but the area inside was not large.
Releasing his divine sense, he explored it clearly in a few breaths. There were only a little more than ten miles in the valley.
A piercing cry came from the side, and a pair of blood-red eyes probed out from the ghost mist in front. Zhang Ling raised his hand expressionlessly, and a sword light slashed out. The cry stopped abruptly, and a black bat about ten feet in size was cut in half and fell to the ground.
"Bloodthirsty Bat"
This was just a yin-attribute demon beast with fourth-tier strength. Zhang Ling didn't pay much attention to it, because he had discovered it when he was exploring just now. There were many bloodthirsty bats in this valley, and there were several fifth and sixth-tier strengths among them.
It couldn't pose any threat to him, so Zhang Ling naturally didn't bother to pay attention to it.
After beheading twenty or thirty bloodthirsty bats, the ghost monkey led him to a black stone wall and stopped.
The ghost monkey called out, and with a shake of its body, it turned into a black yin wind and directly drilled into the stone wall. Zhang Ling did not hesitate, and with a flash of yellow light on his body, he also used earth escape technique and passed through.
Behind the mountain was a rock cave of considerable size, with light flashing inside.
With a sweep of his eyes, Zhang Ling noticed that this rock cave was not formed naturally, but was opened up by monks. Some moonstones for lighting were embedded in the surrounding stone walls, and looking at the traces of opening up, the time did not seem to be too long.
He also saw several black grass-woven futons on a square platform, obviously monks had stayed here before.
Combining the situation the ghost monkey told me, Zhang Ling could infer without thinking that the monks of the Ghost King Sect had been here before.
Zhang Ling turned around in the rock cave and found a lot of yin spirit stones that had been exhausted of their spiritual power. In the southeast corner, he also saw several broken black array flags. Although they were all destroyed, he could still sense the pure yin and evil aura emanating from them.
Obviously, it was used to set up some evil formation.
When the ghost monkey saw these broken positions, it seemed to think of something bad and became quite angry. It actually directly spewed out a ball of yin fire and refined all these broken formation flags into fly ash.
Seeing the appearance of this little guy, Zhang Ling smiled helplessly and thought, these formation flags, could they be the formation tools used by the Ghost King Sect monks to torture the ghost monkey before?
Apart from these things, there was nothing to be found here. Zhang Ling gave a call and thought about walking outside. "Okay, let's go, there's nothing to be found here."
The ghost monkey then screamed a few times and followed.
As soon as he left the rock cave, there was another piercing cry. The top of his head suddenly darkened, and hundreds of bloodthirsty bats rushed down.
Before Zhang Ling could take action, the ghost monkey glared its eyes, hammered its chest, and its body soared, turning into a black giant ape more than ten feet in size. Two ghost faces also appeared on its chest. Gray and white bone spurs grew out of its back, making it look extremely ferocious.
The huge body twisted again, and turned into a gust of yin wind, directly rushing into the sky. With a series of loud bangs, those bloodthirsty bats that rushed down had no ability to resist at all and were easily killed.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it eliminated all the bloodthirsty bats, and the ghost monkey calmed down, and transformed back into the appearance of a little monkey. It also grabbed a few fifth and sixth-tier demon cores in its hand and offered them to him.
"It seems that your strength has recovered almost," Zhang Ling chuckled and put away those demon cores. Continue to move forward.
However, he slightly changed direction and moved all the way to the northeast.
Because after this period of exploration, Zhang Ling noticed that the terrain of this space seemed to be low in the south and high in the east. The northeast direction was the highest position.
Moreover, the yin and evil aura in the northeast direction was the most intense, and it might be the core area of this space. If you want to find a way out, you naturally have to go there to check it out.
In the next half day, in addition to encountering some demon beasts and ghosts, he did not encounter too much danger.
On the contrary, there were some gains. Although Zhang Ling did not deliberately look for spiritual herbs and other cultivation resources along the way, he still found a lot of yin-attribute spiritual herbs that were difficult to find outside.
Like ghost mist flowers, black ice grass, and cold dew grass, three or four-grade spiritual herbs, are very common here. The years of growth are not low, and basically every kind of spiritual herb on the road has harvested twenty or thirty plants.
At this time, after crossing a dark stone mountain, Zhang Ling suddenly felt a spiritual power fluctuation in front of him, and it seemed that monks were fighting.
He hesitated for a while, put the ghost monkey away first, hid his figure, and sneaked over there, intending to take a look.
After all, he was in a hurry to leave Yinxia City at that time, and was tricked, and was suddenly teleported to this place.
How were the situations of other people? He didn't pay too much attention at the time.
However, in his conjecture, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the only one who was teleported to this place.
If he could meet some familiar monks and travel together, maybe he could find a way out faster.
After a while, Zhang Ling approached there, and from a distance he saw a fire soaring into the sky in a low mountain. In the fire, there was a group of white flying insects, densely packed, besieging a monk.
Zhang Ling swept his divine sense and observed that he recognized the monk besieged by these strange insects.
