Zhang Ling's face lit up with joy, but the next moment his expression turned grim again.
Because he discovered that this monster, even without its head, had only weakened slightly and was not dead. He quickly controlled the green crystal, wanting to attack the monster again.
However, the headless body of the monster swayed, dodging the green light, and flipped over, sticking to the rock wall behind it. It looked like a large spider.
Its neck area was a bloody mess, and strange gurgling sounds came from its body. A layer of blood mist enveloped its neck, and with a flash of blood, a bald head grew out from its neck.
This head was also covered in blood, lacking skin, making it look hideous and terrifying.
But Zhang Ling took one look and felt that this head was quite familiar. After thinking for a moment, he recognized that this head was none other than the face of Old Taoist Yangshan.
Even more bizarre was that the fleshy瘤 on the monster's back was bubbling like boiling water. In an instant, countless blood bubbles burst, turning into a thick blood mist that enveloped the monster.
At the same time, the fleshy瘤 rapidly shriveled, transforming into a dark black skin that suddenly enveloped the monster's entire body. It was as if a thick blood scab had grown on the monster's body.
A strong smell of blood filled the air. The blood energy rapidly churned and was completely absorbed by the monster in an instant.
The monster transformed again. A thick layer of black callus grew on its originally blood-red body. It was completely black, except for the large mouth that split open on its chest, with several blood-red tentacles constantly waving.
As the monster transformed, Zhang Ling attacked, controlling the green crystal to turn into a green light and strike its body.
But the monster used its now black claws to block the crystal's impact.
The green crystal struck its body as if hitting refined iron, indicating that the black hard scab on its body was even more protective than the previous blood light.
It seemed that using this treasure alone would not break through this person's defense in a short time.
Countless vines wrapped around the monster, but it shook them off with a sway of its body.
A howling sound came from the monster's mouth, and the head of Old Taoist Yangshan on its neck made cracking sounds as it rotated a full circle without any blind spots.
At the same time, this head also opened its eyes, but its eyes were pitch black. Even more bizarre was that this head grinned evilly, and small cracks appeared all over its face.
It looked as if the entire face had cracked, and these cracks revealed round eyeballs, emitting a cold, chilling light.
Seeing the monster's further transformation, Zhang Ling felt a chill in his heart. He had never seen such a bizarre monster.
But he instantly calmed his mind. With a thought, all the attacks went towards the monster.
With a strange hissing sound from its mouth, the monster turned into a black light and charged straight at him.
Zhang Ling did not dare to be negligent. With a thought, the corpse bear, which had been suppressed by the monster, charged forward again and collided with the monster.
They instantly engaged in another battle, but it was visible to the naked eye that the corpse bear was completely suppressed. It was knocked away after only one or two breaths.
The corpse bear was already weaker than this blood-colored monster, and it had lost an arm earlier, so it was even less of a match now.
Fortunately, there was also the high-level spirit beast, the twin-tailed cat, which took advantage of the gap when the corpse bear was knocked away to release numerous fireballs, attacking the monster. Although it could not cause much damage, it could temporarily force the monster back. Then the corpse bear reappeared, fearlessly entangling the monster.
With the obstruction of the spirit beast and the corpse bear, Zhang Ling himself was not in much danger.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ling mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and the Liangyi Calabash was used to release most of the Heavenly Star Sand.
The Heavenly Star Sand flowed rapidly, turning into yellow quicksand, sweeping towards the monster. From time to time, sandballs condensed in the sand mass, striking the monster with great force, causing it a lot of obstruction.
Zhang Ling also waved his hand and put away the bronze bell. Although this ancient treasure could attack the monster's divine soul, causing it to be stunned for a short time.
But the advantage of this treasure was its unexpectedness. The first effect was the most obvious. The subsequent effect was not very great. Especially when fighting against this kind of monster with strong defense.
After putting away this treasure, Zhang Ling's hand flashed with black light, and a black stone mirror appeared in his hand. He planned to use this ancient treasure to fight the enemy.
Spiritual power was injected into it, and the surface of the stone mirror flashed with black light, immediately revealing a layer of black-blue electric arcs.
As for why he didn't use this ancient treasure earlier, it was because this treasure was the most spiritual power-consuming and slowest to use among all the treasures.
He originally thought that he could solve this monster with other means, but he didn't expect the monster to be so difficult to deal with.
If the Water Geng Divine Thunder in this treasure could not kill this blood-colored monster, Zhang Ling would have to consider whether to give up the battle and flee this place.
As for using other means to fight, he didn't have much confidence.
Although he was carrying tens of thousands of earth spirit bees, they were not suitable for fighting this monster. At most, they could only besiege it for a short time, adding to the losses in vain.
After more than a dozen breaths, the stone mirror in his hand trembled, and black lights shot out from it. A total of eight black lights transformed into eight light mirrors, which flashed and appeared around the blood-colored monster, surrounding it in the center.
Zhang Ling's hand gestures changed, and the stone mirror between his hands shot out a blue electric arc as thick as an arm. With a flash of lightning, it disappeared into one of the light mirrors.
The light mirror reflected for a while, revealing small blue-black electric arcs, and then thunder roared, releasing two electric arcs as thick as fingers.
The two electric arcs struck the other two light mirrors respectively, and those two light mirrors also reflected, each shooting out two electric arcs.
Subsequently, several electric arcs jumped back and forth between the eight light mirrors, and black-blue electric arcs appeared in the space surrounded by the light mirrors.
At a glance, there were nearly a hundred of them.
Even more astonishing was that these electric arcs were still jumping, and the number of electric lights was still increasing. In a short time, hundreds of electric arcs appeared in the space surrounded by the light mirrors.
For a time, the sound of thunder was loud.
At the same time, Zhang Ling moved his divine sense, and let the corpse bear and the twin-tailed cat retreat.
The eight light mirrors rotated rapidly and shrank by more than half, covering the blood-colored monster together within a range of more than ten feet.
The monster inside seemed to have sensed the danger, and the blood light on its body became thicker again, but it was also struck by more than a dozen electric arcs. In an instant, it broke through the blood light on its body, causing black smoke to rise from the monster's body.
At the same time, the monster's howling sound came, obviously these Water Geng Divine Thunder caused it a lot of damage.
As long as he could trap this monster, he would have the confidence to kill it.
