This formation was not just a simple trapping formation; it also had considerable offensive capabilities. Old Shen, being inside the formation, felt it even more intensely and immediately went all out to activate his Soul Banner.
As the Soul Banner danced, the released ghostly mist immediately coalesced, forming a thick black fog about five or six zhang in size, wrapping himself up tightly.
At the same time, the few high-level demonic ghosts he had released earlier flew back into the Soul Banner.
The ice wind and fire attacks in the formation seemed to have little effect on Old Shen, as they were all blocked by the black mist, unable to harm him for the time being.
Zhang Ling thought to himself that these people were indeed not simple. Counting it up, this was the first time he had faced a Golden Core late-stage cultivator alone.
At this moment, Old Shen had a white, ghastly bone saber in his hand. Driven by him, the bone saber turned into a black light, and with a bang, directly struck the formation's light barrier.
Simultaneously, several skull heads emerged from his Soul Banner, releasing a large cloud of ghost fire, attacking the same spot with a rumble.
For a time, the formation's light screen shook continuously. The old Taoist's arrogant voice also came, "Boy, don't think you can trap me with a formation. Once I break this formation, I will definitely extract your soul and refine it!"
Although there was no expression on Zhang Ling's face, he sighed inwardly. The Icefire Yuan Spirit Formation was actually a pretty good formation, and its power was increased by thirty percent here.
But it was probably not enough to trap a Golden Core late-stage expert to death. However, with the formation's assistance now, dealing with Old Shen was much simpler.
With a wave of his hand, the control formation plate of this formation flew to his side and began to operate automatically.
He himself also took a deep breath, his spiritual power soared, and he released three more flying swords. Together with the two flying swords floating in front of him, they all lit up with a blue spiritual light and began to overlap.
He planned to use the sword light condensed from five flying swords at once to kill Old Shen with one blow.
At the same time, a green light flashed in his hand, and the Yin Yang gourd appeared, releasing a small half of the Heavenly Star Sand, turning it into sandballs that fell into the formation to attack Old Shen.
These attacks did not seek to harm this person, but only to reduce some of the formation's pressure, to prevent him from using any powerful attacks to break the formation.
Old Shen in the formation naturally didn't know what Zhang Ling was thinking. At this moment, he was also anxious. If he was trapped here for a long time, it would not be a good outcome.
After attacking the formation for a while, he also roughly judged the formation's strength.
This made Old Shen's face gloomy. The formation trapping him was very strong. He was, after all, a Golden Core late-stage expert. Ordinary formations could not trap him.
This made him feel a sense of crisis in his heart and no longer underestimated the enemy.
The Soul Banner in his hand was his natal magic weapon. After years of refining, the number of Yin souls inside had reached six or seven thousand, and there were also several high-level main souls. Using this treasure to fight against any Golden Core cultivator was more than enough.
However, Soul Banner-type magic weapons also had certain limitations.
This type of magic weapon was good at gathering a large amount of Yin soul ghost energy, which was endless, and was suitable for entangling with other cultivators to exhaust them to death. But it was not like sword-type magic weapons, which had the powerful offensive ability to destroy the earth with one blow.
At this moment, trapped in the enemy's formation, if he had a strong attack power, he could quickly break the formation.
Old Shen narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind raced, and he understood his current situation.
Releasing his divine sense through the formation, he discovered that Zhang Ling's body was flashing with green light, and a strong spiritual power fluctuation was erupting, obviously using some means. If he dragged on for too long, it would be disadvantageous to him.
Old Shen made up his mind, opened his mouth and spat out a large ball of essence blood. He also planned to use a secret technique to forcibly break this formation. When the time came, he would naturally make this kid look good.
After spitting out essence blood, his face was a little pale, but without the slightest hesitation, his hands moved quickly, and incantations were constantly chanted in his mouth.
This ball of essence blood instantly vaporized, forming a large cloud of blood mist. Then, the blood light flashed, and strands of blood-colored condensed light intertwined, condensing into dense blood-colored spiritual patterns.
At the same time, the green skull that had attacked Zhang Ling earlier reappeared, as well as a black snake that was about ten feet long.
As soon as the two high-level demonic ghosts appeared, the blood-colored runes in Old Shen's hand flashed, covering his entire palm. With a flick of his fingers, he shot out two blood-red chains, entangling the two demonic ghosts.
The two demonic ghosts immediately let out terrified screams, as if they had seen something terrifying.
Old Shen remained unmoved and snorted coldly. The blood-black spiritual light in his hand flickered, and he changed the magic seals repeatedly. Subsequently, his palm turned into a dry, blood-colored ghost claw.
Then, the ghost claw pointed at the two high-level demonic ghosts several times in a row, and the two demonic ghosts immediately stopped screaming, and their figures became blurred.
At the same time, two ghostly green pellets could be seen inside the demonic ghosts' bodies. These were the ghost cores inside the two demonic ghosts' bodies.
With a grab of the blood claw, he grabbed the two ghost cores in his ghost hand. With two crisp bangs, they were directly crushed. The broken ghost cores did not disappear directly. Instead, they turned into two wisps of gray-green spiritual power.
Old Shen sucked in expressionlessly, and two wisps of ghost energy were sucked into his body through his nostrils. Instantly, the aura on this person's body suddenly increased by thirty percent, and his figure also became blurred.
Even more strangely, a head of emerald green hair grew out of his originally bald head. As the long hair danced, it could be vaguely seen that his pale face was like a dead person.
Hmph hmph!
Old Shen laughed strangely, and a long howl came from his mouth. Behind him, black mist surrounded him, and a huge phantom of a red-faced ghost emerged.
What was strange was that upon closer inspection, the face of this ghost shadow was exactly Old Shen's pale face.
Then, the red-faced ghost stretched out two thick blood-colored ghost claws, instantly grabbed Old Shen's Soul Banner, and quickly danced it.
"Soul Devouring Technique"
While urging the flying swords, Zhang Ling was constantly observing the movements inside the formation.
Seeing Old Shen's strength suddenly increase, and noticing that the aura on his body had become sinister, he immediately thought of a ghost path secret technique, the Soul Devouring Technique.
This technique was also called the Soul Swallowing Technique, or the Ghost Swallowing Technique, and was a type of Blessing Spirit Technique. It was a secret technique to enhance strength by devouring ghost spirits. It was recorded in the Underworld King Art. The stronger the ghost spirit devoured by this technique, the stronger the increase in strength.
He didn't expect that this Old Shen would also know this technique. Zhang Ling frowned.
The so-called Blessing Spirit Technique was a large category of secret techniques to enhance strength by devouring spiritual bodies. The Demon Refiner's proficient Demon Transformation Secret Technique was also this type of secret technique.
However, the Soul Devouring Technique was more direct, and the devoured ghost spirit disappeared. However, Zhang Ling thought of a drawback of this technique.
Three gray-black round beads were released from his sleeves. Then, with a thought, the round beads directly submerged into a cloud of Heavenly Star Sand, and together with other sandballs, directly attacked Old Shen in the formation.
