The skeleton first raised its white bone arm, and the bronze cauldron in its hand quickly rotated, transforming into a huge bronze cauldron. A beam of light shot out from it, enveloping the skeleton itself.
Then, a flash of red light appeared, and the blood-red crystal appeared beside it.
Immediately afterward, the aura on the white jade skeleton condensed, and golden spiritual inscriptions appeared on its white bone body. The aura on its body erupted completely, forming a powerful spiritual pressure that enveloped the surroundings.
Under this powerful spiritual pressure, Zhang Ling and Ding Ruozhao's faces turned pale. However, this spiritual pressure was not directed at them, and it came and went quickly, dissipating in an instant.
The white jade skeleton quickly formed hand seals, and the golden runes on its body flowed. After another cup of tea's time, a series of crackling sounds could be heard.
The golden runes on its body detached from its body and floated towards the blood-colored crystal. After the runes entered the crystal, the crystal melted like ice meeting sunlight. This scene lasted for half a cup of tea's time, and the blood-red crystal completely disappeared, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
The golden runes also entered the body of the old man who was sealed. For a time, the old man's body was shrouded in a layer of golden light.
After doing this, the white jade skeleton opened its mouth wide, and the surrounding blood-colored mist poured into its mouth, turning the white jade skeleton blood-red.
Then, the monster muttered obscure incantations in a low voice, while its arms flew quickly, forming blood-colored hand seals.
As it cast its spell, the blood energy on its bones turned into blood-colored tentacles. These tentacles gradually solidified, like muscles constantly dancing, appearing both strange and evil.
This scene shocked Zhang Ling. The monster was clearly performing some kind of secret technique.
After another cup of tea's time, the blood color on the skeleton gradually disappeared, and its body was covered with a layer of dark brown scab-like substance.
On top of the skeleton's head, a blood-colored flower only an inch in size grew.
This red flower was very strange, moving without wind. A strange spiritual light swirled around it. A glance at it gave one the feeling that their mind was being drawn to it.
Zhang Ling didn't dare to look too much. He glanced at Ding Ruozhao not far away, and thinking of the escape plan they had discussed earlier, Zhang Ling felt a little nervous.
But now was not the time. They had to wait a little longer, waiting for the monster to cast its spell to the most critical moment, that was the time for them to escape.
Suddenly, a series of low cracking sounds of bones sounded, and the scab-like substance on the white jade skeleton fell off. At the same time, the small flower on top of its head turned into a cloud of blood color and entered the constantly rotating bronze cauldron.
The bronze cauldron rotated rapidly, and a layer of five-colored spiritual light shot out from it. The light swept up the white jade skeleton and the white-haired old man's body into the cauldron.
Instantly, only the bronze cauldron was left on top of the spiritual eye tree. As the bronze cauldron rotated, it shot out blood-red chains. These chains, like long snakes, wrapped around the spiritual eye tree.
Immediately, the surrounding spiritual energy poured towards the bronze cauldron. The spiritual eye tree also shook.
"Quickly, use all your strength to activate the Soul Hooking Formation!" Suddenly, the icy voice of the white bone skeleton came from the cauldron.
Zhang Ling and Ding Ruozhao exchanged glances after hearing this, and at the same time, the hand seals in their hands changed. What they cast was not some soul-hooking technique, but something different.
Zhang Ling waved his hand, and more than a dozen spiritual talismans flew out from his sleeve, instantly being activated and turning into various attacks that fiercely slashed at the red chains.
At the same time, the flying sword magic weapon transformed into fifty or sixty sword shadows, all rushing towards the bronze cauldron with a whoosh.
Ding Ruozhao did not attack, but a layer of silver arc lightning appeared on her body. Her hands quickly formed hand seals, and the silver lightning all flowed into her palms, condensing into two lightning balls.
The lightning balls crackled and then suddenly exploded with a bang, and two blue lightning bolts shot out from them. One of the blue lights flashed and rushed towards Zhang Ling's direction.
Zhang Ling did not dodge this attack, allowing the blue lightning to enter his body. His body only trembled slightly.
The other blue light also instantly merged into Ding Ruozhao's own body.
"You're courting death!"
At the same time, an angry voice came from the yellow cauldron, followed by a cloud of fist-sized gray gas. The gray gas flashed and split into two gray lines, attacking them.
Zhang Ling's face darkened, and without thinking, his body flashed with spiritual light, and a thick layer of protective spiritual light appeared on the surface of his body. At the same time, he urged the Black Gold Shield to block in front of him.
He only had time to complete these actions when a wisp of gray arrived in front of him, hitting the Black Gold Shield.
Then a strange scene appeared.
The gray line actually ignored the Black Gold Shield and passed straight through it, and Zhang Ling's protective spiritual light was like paper, without the slightest reaction.
At this critical moment, Zhang Ling's body moved to the side, trying to avoid this attack, but the gray thread seemed to have eyes and hit him.
Zhang Ling's face turned black and he secretly cried out. Success or failure depended on this one move.
A layer of black gas rose on his body, and he instantly felt that the black thread wrapped around his neck became as thick as a finger, like a black ring around his neck, and a layer of gray light flickered, giving people a feeling of suffocation.
Just as Zhang Ling was feeling uncomfortable, streaks of blue lightning appeared on his body, like blue snakes quickly moving.
A loud crackling sound was heard. After a few breaths, a plume of blue smoke rose from Zhang Ling's body.
At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, his whole body charred black, his clothes torn in many places, and the hair on his head stood on end, as if he had been struck by lightning. His appearance could be said to be a bit miserable, but Zhang Ling's face was overjoyed. The most seriously injured neck was a bit torn, leaving blood.
But the black line imprisoned on his neck had disappeared, and Zhang Ling had broken free from the forbidden curse planted on him by the White Jade Skeleton.
The same was true for Ding Ruozhao next to him, but her image was better than his.
"How is this possible?" An angry voice came from the cauldron, followed by two clouds of gray mist flying out.
The mist rolled, and gusts of yin wind rang in their ears. Two white bone claws protruded from the mist, grabbing fiercely at Zhang Ling and the two with the sound of breaking wind.
Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows, his body flashed with spiritual light, and he stood up again. He opened his mouth and sprayed a mass of yellow essence on the flying sword, brushing out thirty or forty blue sword lights.
The protective spiritual light on his body condensed again.
The white bone palm stretched out five fingers, and jet-black sharp claws grew out, and the sound of tearing wind came from the air. A series of black claw lights appeared around, and the power was not small.
