Three stone statues erupted with powerful spiritual energy in an instant.
The high platform in the center, which originally looked like an altar, was now shrouded in dark black light, with large patches of pitch-black water bubbling out of it.
The sound of thumping heartbeats entered the ears, causing palpitations.
The bronze cauldron in Ding Ruozhao's hand also fluctuated in size, and with a few muffled sounds, a layer of blood-colored spiritual light flowed out of the cauldron.
This layer of spiritual light wrapped the bronze cauldron and suddenly broke free from Ding Ruozhao's control.
The bronze cauldron flew quickly in mid-air, emitting strands of astonishing blood-colored aura.
With this change, the bronze cauldron also quickly rotated and grew larger, instantly turning into a huge yellow cauldron of five or six zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) in size.
The five-colored spiritual light within it also expanded and contracted, seemingly affected by some impact.
Zhang Ling fully opened his divine sense and immediately saw the current situation clearly. Without thinking, he turned around and retreated.
The situation above the altar seemed to be suppressing some evil thing, which now seemed about to break free.
The bronze cauldron in Ding Ruozhao's hand also underwent an abnormal change at this moment. Could it be related to this strange altar?
Zhang Ling speculated wildly in his mind, but the current situation did not allow him to continue to speculate.
He accelerated his escape technique and flew towards the periphery of the square, approaching the edge of the square in a few breaths, and was about to leave this square full of black water.
A rush of water flowed rapidly under his feet.
The black water in the square also flowed rapidly like a waterfall.
Suddenly, a black curtain rose instantly in front of him. The black water on the ground splashed up to form a water wall more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) high, blocking Zhang Ling's path.
Zhang Ling frowned and, without thinking, flicked his hand, sending out several spiritual symbols. With a flash of spiritual light, they transformed into more than a dozen huge fireballs that crashed rumble into the water wall.
These were several Great Fireball Spiritual Symbols, belonging to the third-tier spiritual symbols. Each one was the size of a wheel and had considerable attack power.
But these huge fireballs hit the black water curtain as if they had sunk into a swamp, without even a bubble.
Zhang Ling's heart instantly sank to freezing point. The flying sword in his hand conjure into twenty or thirty blue sword rays, and his hands quickly condense a magic formula.
Five or six huge sword rays with strong wind pressure slash on the black water curtain in front.
This time the attack did cause countless water splashes on the water curtain, but it did not break the water curtain. Instead, the splashed water drops instantly vaporized, emitting wisps of gray smoke.
At this moment, not only did a water curtain appear in front of him, but the entire square was wrapped in it, like an inverted black bowl.
A strange sizzling sound suddenly rang out from the side.
The altar in the center of the square changed again.
The three stone statues burst out with different spiritual lights.
A layer of crimson light appeared on the six-armed Mingwang statue. The statue seemed to come alive, and suddenly rise several zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length).
Between the flashes of crimson light behind it, a seven or eight zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) tall crimson Dharma form was condense.
The Dharma form opened its round eyes and grinned.
shout!
A shocking sound came out, the sound shocking the mind, making people can't help feel awe.
The six arms behind the Mingwang Dharma form waved quickly, and several demon-subduing treasures burst out with amazing spiritual pressure.
Then, they transformed into red chains and struck the purple-black light shine above the altar.
There is also the Thunder God statue with a bird's head and a human body with wings on its back. green light flowed above it, and a green lightning shot out quickly.
This lightning seemed to be only one, but in a blink of an eye, it condense a piece of cyan thunder light above its head, and a each cyan lightning, as thick as a bucket, fell.
The sound of crackling was loud, and the lightning was the fastest, hitting the altar first, causing the black light to shake continuously.
The last Zuntuo statue was bathed in a piece golden light, which was extremely dazzling, and countless golden Buddhist seal floated from its body.
As these Buddhist seals flowed quickly, bursts of Sanskrit sounds seemed to sound in the ears.
The three statues exerted their power, and in a blink of an eye, they suppressed most of the purple-black light above the altar, as if they really had powerful demon-subduing magical powers.
But at this time, an unusual aura erupted again in the direction of Ding Ruozhao.
The five-colored spiritual light in the huge bronze cauldron flying in mid-air, with one bright and one dark, puff exploded like a bubble.
Two group spiritual lights emerge from it.
Upon closer inspection, the two group spiritual lights were both extremely strange, one was blood-red and the other was white- jade.
wrapped in the blood-colored spiritual light was a three-inch-sized baby, but its entire body was blood-red, which seemed extremely strange. The strong blood on its body was not an ordinary demon.
In the white jade spirit light was a humanoid skeleton, its entire body was white as jade, and its body was covered with golden spirit patterns.
As soon as the two streaks spiritual lights appeared, they chased and fled, moving quickly in the air.
The blood-colored infant, with blood light flowing on its body, quickly rub its small hands, then opened its mouth and sucked, and then spew out a ball of blood-red flames.
The blood-red flames was extremely strange, and it rose sharply in an instant, spread to five or six zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) in size, and then turned into a huge blood-colored handprint, grabbing fiercely at the white jade skeleton behind it.
Facing this attack, the white jade skeleton golden light flashed in its eyes, neither dodge nor evade. The golden spirit patterns on its body lit up at once.
Between the rotation of more than a dozen golden characters, it turned into a golden sword, and with a tearing sound, it grew the blood-colored hand into fragments.
" hum. Tian Chenzi, you old man, leaving a jade body, you are still chasing after this honorific for deities."
The blood-colored infant sinister looked at the white jade skeleton, and suddenly spoke with a cold hum, but listening to it, it was hard to tell whether it was male or female.
The blood light on its body also rose sharply in an instant. Between the two blood hands, a black bead appeared.
I don't know what the black bead was, but as soon as it appeared, it burst out with a powerful Yin evil aura.
The blood-colored infant small hands wave quickly, and blood-colored ghost claws condense around the black bead, and in a blink of an eye, it formed hundreds of streaks blood claws, whirring attacking the white jade skeleton who was chasing after it.
Outside the white jade skeleton body, streaks golden small swords float, flying quickly.
The blood-colored ghost claws and golden small swords collide, bursting out bursts of sizzling loud sound. The surrounding also ripple strands of wind pressure, blowing people's scalp numb.
Zhang Ling, Ding Ruozhao, and even Long Lao, who was fighting on the other side, were attracted by these two strange things.
Seeing the situation in this direction, Zhang Ling felt even more anxious.
His hands quickly pinched the magic formula, and he condense four or fifty streaks blue and crystal clear sword light.
But the water curtain in front of him was as tough as metal, and no matter how he slash, he could not break a crack.
The aura on the blood-colored infant and white jade skeleton were much stronger than the few of them.
And that blood-colored infant seemed to be very intelligent, and could actually speak, which was not a good sign.
Before, they seemed to be trapped in the bronze cauldron, but now they were out of trouble. Once they were decided the winner, the next victims would be them.
The situation in the square was getting more and more strange, and Zhang Ling felt more and more bad.
croak… croak.
Suddenly, a strange cry came from the altar, and the purple-black light, which had been suppressed by the three stone statues, rise greatly, and a few roots scarlet tentacles rushed out.
I don't know what these tentacles were, but they were carried strands of black gas, each of them was more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) long and as thick as a bucket, wave wildly.
"Haha, this honorific for deities ghost frog is about to come out, let's see how long your jade body can last."
The blood-colored infant, who was chasing and fleeing, laugh wildly. Then he stopped fleeing and stood in the void. He glanced at the direction of the altar, joined his hands together, and a purple-black light flow out of his body.
The streaks light flash, and it turned into a few wisps black silk submerged into the black water below.
Suddenly, the black water on the square also began to flow between the moments, forming a dozen streaks black water tornado, rotating quickly, attacking the three statues on the altar.
For a time, all kinds of spiritual power fluctuations erupted above the altar.
Zhang Ling was shocked when he looked at the rushing water flowing under his feet.
At the same time, he found that the black water curtain in front of him was thin some, and he was overjoyed in his heart. He quickly urge the flying sword with all his strength and again split out two or thirty streaks sword light to attack the same place, hoping to break a crack and escape from this place.
As he continued to attack, the water curtain in front of him became more and more thin, but that was all.
Although the power of the black water curtain was reduced, it was impossible for him to break the water curtain in a short time with his attack power.
He could not help but turned his head and glanced at the direction of Ding Ruozhao, but the woman was gone. Zhang Ling's heart sank, thinking that the woman had left.
He divine sense surround the square, and found that the woman appeared on the edge of the altar at some point. She was dragging the huge brass in her hand, wondering what she was doing.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, help me get rid of this fellow, I have a way to break the restrictions here."
Suddenly, Long Lao's anxious shout sounded in his ears again
Turning his head, he saw that Long Lao was actually brought the Qingmang Taoist, who was suspected of being seized the body, rushing towards him.
Zhang Ling's eyebrows were frowned, but he didn't say much. This person was a formation mage, and it was very likely that he really had a way to break the water curtain.
Thinking of this, his heart calmed down slightly, and with a flipping his hand, the sword in his hand floated in front of him, and a few streaks magic hit it, split out a dozen streaks blue sword light.
Zhang Ling also divine sense condensed, locked on the Qingmang Taoist, and commanded the sword light to attack.
At this moment, the Qingmang Taoist's aura was solemn, and he had become half-human and half-snake, obviously cast the demonization secret technique. This was a unique secret technique of the demon refiner. When cast, it could quickly increase the cultivator's cultivation base.
Looking at the aura on his body, the spiritual pressure was not weaker than the mid-Golden Core cultivation base. This technique had been cultivated very well.
The upper half of the Qingmang Taoist, which still retained, was also covered with dense golden snake scales, but his eyes were blood-red, and he also emitted hissing snake cry.
This situation was more like losing intelligence. But now there was no time to think about whether this person was really seized the body or something else.
Even if what this old man said was false, Zhang Ling decided to take action. After all, this person was also a Golden Core cultivator. With this person attacking the water curtain together, maybe there was a real chance to break it.
Since he decided to take action to help Long Lao, he had to quickly solve this matter in order to leave this place quickly.
In a blink of an eye, the flying sword attacked the Qingmang Taoist, but the red fire fork in this person's hand was not weak, and it conjured a streaks fire snake to block these attacks.
Even some blue sword light slashed on his body, but it was also shaken by the golden scales and bounced off.
Zhang Ling's eyebrows could not help but frowned.
High-level demon refiner, no matter how much cultivation base they can increase by cast the demon refining technique, one thing can be determined, basically the physical defense will greatly increase in a short time.
At this time, it seemed that it was true. It seemed that it was not easy to solve this person.
Zhang Ling's sword light slashed continuously, and turned into a series of attack methods.
In his heart, he was considering whether to use other actions.
With his joining, it had a great impact on the Qingmang Taoist, and Long Lao also took this opportunity to pulled away a distance.
This old man's face was now flushed, and he panted a few breaths, obviously he had been fighting with the Qingmang Taoist for a long time.
Long Lao stared at the Qingmang Taoist fiercely, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes. He patted his storage bag, and a scarlet spirit talisman appeared in his hand.
"Fellow Daoist, can you delay this person for a dozen breaths? I have a array talisman here, which can temporarily trap this person."
Looking at the spirit talisman in his hand, Long Lao's eyes were a few quite a few, but he still quickly said to Zhang Ling.
"I will do my best, but please hurry up."
Zhang Ling also glanced at the spirit talisman in Long Lao's hand, and he also cast spells with all his strength.
With the sword light constantly slashed, he and the Qingmang Taoist were at a standstill.
At the same time, a blue-black vine appeared on his left arm. With a thought, the vine split out countless fine gray-green vines wrapped on his left hand.
These vines rapidly wrapped, forming some thick vines, which he flung out quickly.
These vines scattered around the Qingmang Taoist, and blue and red light constantly flowed on them. These vines also began to swell.
In two or three breaths, they turned into thick black and blue vines, wrapped towards the Qingmang Taoist.
These vines were not strong for Golden Core cultivator, but with the increase of Zhang Ling's cultivation base, the vines's strength was also constantly strengthened. With the number increasing to two or thirty, it could also cause no small trouble to the Golden Core cultivator.
However, the Qingmang Taoist's body was flashing golden light, and he grabbed a snake tail and took off, trying to escape the attack of the vines.
Zhang Ling would naturally not let him get his wish. He quickly pinched the magic formula, and a ball thick yellow light shot out a streak arm-thick yellow light from his hand, hit towards the Qingmang Taoist.
The Qingmang Taoist was very fast, moving quickly between dozens of vines. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the yellow light that was shot.
