Zhang Ling flicked his hand again, sending out the Bronze Bell ancient treasure. At the same time, the five flying swords in front of him merged into one, transforming into a thirty-foot-long cyan sword light.
Inside the formation, Old Shen also stimulated his spiritual power. The red-faced ghost behind him instantly solidified. With the waving of the Yin Soul Banner, it released a large amount of ghost mist, which turned into wisps of black gas and entered Old Shen's body, or rather, into the white bone saber in his hand.
The bone saber was immediately dyed pitch black and even emitted cracking sounds, with fine cracks appearing on it. Strangely, the cracks flashed with green light, like mysterious spiritual patterns.
Break!
Old Shen waved the bone saber with all his might, and the bone saber exploded with a bang, turning into bone fragments. Bizarrely, these bone fragments lit up with black and green spiritual light, swirling together to form a black light blade several feet long.
With a soft tearing sound, the light blade struck the formation's light curtain, actually tearing a large hole in it.
Old Shen flashed out.
But at the same time, a yellow light flashed before his eyes, and a large amount of yellow sand attacked him from all directions. The ghost mist covering his body instantly transformed into windstorms, directly repelling the attacking Heavenly Star Sand.
But then the quicksand flowed rapidly again, condensing into yellow sand and stone balls, which slammed down heavily with yellow light.
Beside the old man, a white light flashed, and a white bone shield appeared in front of him. With the urging of spiritual power, the bone shield instantly transformed into a huge shield about twenty feet in size, blocking in front of him. His speed suddenly increased, and he waved the Yin Soul Banner again, releasing countless Yin souls to attack Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling had no expression, just waved his hand, and the purple-black small bell floated in mid-air, ringing twice with a heavy chime.
A visible black wave instantly filled the space. Old Shen felt a sinking sensation in his head, and his ears were filled with muffled roars. His figure couldn't help but slow down.
Not good!
He immediately realized something and quickly guarded his mind. The spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly, and his head regained clarity.
But at the same time, a huge force came from his body as countless sand balls struck him.
For a time, Old Shen couldn't control his body and was hit hard by countless huge sand balls. But with the ghost mist protecting him, these attacks were difficult to cause real damage.
Old Shen roared angrily as he regained consciousness. The red-faced ghost phantom behind him raised the soul banner and waved it. One by one, the Yin ghosts merged, turning into dozens of thick black chains. This was the Soul Refining Chain, also a secret ghost technique.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling's mind moved, and suddenly three gray-black round beads appeared above Old Shen's head, exploding with a bang and turning into a gray-black mist. Several monster beast phantoms flashed within, directly impacting Old Shen's body.
In an instant, the man was submerged in the mist. These were three Soul Breaking Beads refined from high-level desolate beast demon souls, and they came in handy at this moment.
Then, with a thought, the sword light formed by the five flying swords flashed out.
With a flash of cyan light, a scream came from the gray mist, and Old Shen was cut into several pieces by the sword light. A large amount of blood was spilled, and he was directly killed by this blow.
Finally killing this person, Zhang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief.
He released a yellow light and took out two storage bags from Old Shen's corpse. At the same time, the Yin Soul Banner, without the urging of spiritual power, shrank to the size of a foot and was also collected by him.
With a wave of his hand, several fireballs shot out from his hand, instantly turning the man's corpse into ashes.
Then, with a flash, he arrived in front of the formation below.
The Ice and Fire Yuanling Formation had just been broken by Old Shen, and although it had been repaired now, the formation's light curtain had weakened a bit, and several of the formation flags were slightly damaged.
With a thought, he was about to put away this formation when he suddenly sensed something and looked behind him.
The rock wall in the space where he had been earlier was shaking violently. Rumbling sounds continued, and it seemed to be collapsing.
Zhang Ling quickly collected the formation equipment and flew to the other side. At this time, the Twin-Tailed Cat was still fighting with the red-haired ghost. Judging from the situation, this spirit beast had suppressed the red-haired ghost. He didn't need to take action, and it would win after a while.
He didn't have the slightest joy, quickly raised his hand. Old Shen's Yin Soul Banner lit up with a strange gray-green light, and a yellow spiritual light struck it.
Several strange phantoms appeared on the pitch-black banner, and then after shaking a few times, a large cloud of ghost mist floated out. He cast a spell on it, and it condensed into several black chains. The chains stretched and instantly entangled the red-haired ghost.
This high-level demon ghost didn't resist at all and was pulled into the Yin Soul Banner.
Meow!
The Twin-Tailed Cat meowed, seeming not to understand why its opponent suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Ling naturally didn't explain anything. Old Shen was already dead, and this Yin Soul Banner had become an unowned object. He also had some understanding of ghost techniques, so he used a small spell to subdue the red-haired ghost.
Then, not daring to delay, he took the Twin-Tailed Cat and flew towards the exit he had come down from earlier.
Behind him, the rumbling sounds continued, obviously something had happened in the previous space. Those desolate beasts and Madam Cao might have finished fighting. The Blood Worm Gu Formation arranged there was peculiar. As long as only one living being remained in the formation, the Gu Formation would disappear.
Regardless of whether the final survivor was Madam Cao, or that strange middle-aged male cultivator, or a desolate beast, he didn't want to face them.
His current state was not good.
Zhang Ling and the Twin-Tailed Cat flew with all their strength all the way. After half a cup of tea, they finally rushed out of the pool. But as soon as they came out, they heard strong wind sounds again. Looking around, the Yin Yang Winds were blowing everywhere.
This time, the Yin Yang Winds were even stronger than the previous times.
His face sank, and the spiritual power shield on his body thickened by another three points. At the same time, he raised his hand and took out a pill and threw it into his mouth.
After the previous series of battles, the spiritual power in his body was only about 30% of its full capacity.
Although he had swallowed several pills to quickly restore consumption, he was now a Golden Core中期 cultivator, and these pills were no longer as effective for him.
He waited for a while, wanting to leave after the Yin Yang Winds had passed.
But this time, the situation seemed different. The Yin Yang Winds were not only strong, but they also lasted so long. The wind force not only did not decrease, but seemed to have become even stronger.
Zhang Ling thought for a while and decided not to wait any longer. He lightly patted the storage bag, took out a yellow spiritual talisman and a blue spiritual talisman. The two spiritual talismans were placed on his body, forming two layers of shields. He intended to enter the Yin Yang Winds to find a way out.
