Before long, he came up with a good idea. But whether it would succeed or not, he had to try it out.
Without delay, he flicked his hand, and a jade box made of ice and fire jade appeared, containing a fist-sized fruit.
With a light flick of his finger, he opened the jade box, and a red fruit flew out. This spiritual fruit looked strange, about two chi(尺: a chinese unit of length, approximately 1/3 meter) long and as thick as an arm, growing straight like a red cucumber, with some short spikes on it.
This is the spiritual fruit from the third-grade spiritual tree, the Flame Yang Tree, called the Flame Yang Fruit. If calculated as spiritual medicine, its age is roughly equivalent to that of a spiritual medicine of about 1,500 years.
It was a spiritual fruit ripened with the help of the mysterious pearl, and could be used to refine top-grade fire-attributed pills. He originally intended to exchange it with other cultivators for resources, but now it's perfect for attracting the Fire Jiao(蛟: a mythical creature resembling a dragon).
Let's see if this beast will fall for it.
Zhang Ling muttered in his heart, and the Flame Yang Fruit floated in mid-air. At the same time, a sword light about an inch long flashed, cutting a few openings on it, and a rich fruity fragrance drifted out, with a few drops of juice dripping down.
He dodged the several fire lights that rushed up from below, leaving only this spiritual fruit floating in the air, exuding a tempting aura.
Aowu!
As soon as he left the spiritual fruit by several zhang(丈: a chinese unit of length, approximately meters), the magma water below churned, and the Fire Jiao emerged.
The Fire Jiao first opened its mouth and spewed out several scorching fire lines, attacking him without hesitation. Zhang Ling also dodged these fire lines and retreated to the other side.
Then, the Fire Jiao swam around in the magma a few times, stirring up layers of fire waves, instantly surrounding the surrounding twenty to thirty zhang(丈: a chinese unit of length, approximately meters).
It looked like several layers of flame shields covering an area, and Zhang Ling was forced back outside.
Subsequently, the Fire Jiao leaped out of the magma, opened its mouth wide, and instantly swallowed the Flame Yang Fruit.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling was overjoyed. With a urging of a magic art, he saw the Fire Jiao let out a miserable cry. The beast's huge body twisted strangely as if it had been attacked.
If a cultivator could invade the Fire Jiao's body with divine sense, they would discover that after the Flame Yang Fruit, which the beast had just swallowed, was crushed, a transparent flame needle shot out from it, turning into a fire line that constantly pierced through the Fire Jiao's body.
With internal injuries to its physical body, even a seventh-order desolate beast would find the pain unbearable.
At this moment, a jade tablet held in Zhang Ling's hand flashed with flame spiritual patterns. The flying needle was the attack released by this ancient jade talisman.
This treasure was exchanged with Huang Ying from Hidden Monster Valley. It was a flying needle transformed from pure fire spiritual power, which could be well hidden inside a fire-attributed spiritual fruit like the Flame Yang Fruit.
Just now, he had secretly activated the ancient jade talisman to hide the flying needle inside, which led to the current scene.
After the Fire Jiao howled miserably for more than ten breaths(息: a unit of time in ancient China), it gradually lost its strength, and the aura on its body continued to weaken, until a fire line shot out from the beast's body, at which point the seventh-order Fire Jiao perished.
Zhang Ling chuckled and came to the beast's corpse. With a flash of black light in his hand, the Yin Soul Banner appeared in front of him.
He shook it gently a few times, and a layer of ghostly mist swept out, transforming into several Yin Soul Chains, instantly pulling out a translucent Fire Jiao about a zhang(丈: a chinese unit of length, approximately meters) in size from the Fire Jiao's corpse, which was the beast's demon spirit.
With a urging of a magic art in his hand, the Fire Jiao's demon spirit was absorbed into the Yin Soul Banner. A seventh-order demon spirit is still very valuable.
Afterwards, Zhang Ling carefully examined the Fire Jiao's corpse. Because the beast was directly killed from the inside with a flying needle, the Fire Jiao's corpse was well preserved. The unique horn on its head, the scales on its body, and the claws and teeth were all good materials for refining treasures.
Zhang Ling chuckled and put away the entire Fire Jiao.
Then, without delay, and no longer in the mood to collect red iron stones, he directly released a small cloud of Celestial Star Sand, flying towards the opposite side along the surface of the magma water.
Although the fight just now didn't last long, it consumed more than 20% of his spiritual power. He didn't want to encounter other high-level desolate beasts again.
After a little more than half an hour, he finally saw the opposite bank. Stepping onto the ground again, Zhang Ling also breathed a long sigh of relief.
And the magma river behind him was a full eight or nine hundred li(里: a chinese unit of length, approximately kilometers) wide. There must be other high-level fire beasts living in it.
Then he stopped thinking about it and released several Black Tiger Puppets again, rushing forward non-stop.
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At the foot of a hundred zhang(丈: a chinese unit of length, approximately meters) high mountain, Zhang Ling released his divine sense to investigate it, and his face was a little gloomy.
An hour ago, he had passed through the magma canyon and arrived at this Black Stone Mountain Range.
This was a large black mountain range, with as many as fifty or sixty peaks. He had already searched several mountains, but had not found the teleportation array to the third level.
Although the stone mountain in front of him was not large, it was shrouded in a layer of fire clouds, and it was very likely that the teleportation array was near it.
It's just that strange beast roars were coming from this mountain, indicating that there were many desolate beasts inside.
Zhang Ling chuckled and patted a spirit beast bag on his waist, releasing the Twin-Tailed Cat. Then he walked into the stone mountain.
Although this black mountain was not large, unlike the surrounding bare stone mountains, it was covered with many flowers, plants, and trees.
Entering the mountain, Zhang Ling felt that the fire spiritual power became a bit more concentrated. But unlike the magma canyon, the fire spiritual power in this mountain was quite gentle, not so violent.
The concentration of fire spiritual power was almost at the level of a high-grade spiritual vein. Cultivators who practiced fire techniques could advance quickly here.
Zhang Ling guessed that there might be a fire-attributed spiritual vein in this mountain, which made the fire spiritual power gentle.
Another possibility was that ancient cultivators had arranged a powerful formation in this mountain.
Along the way, he would occasionally see some thick, strange trees.
These strange trees had bare trunks, growing crookedly, with red tree tumors of various sizes growing on the trunks, like twisted eyes.
Zhang Ling did not slow down, continuing to use the Wind Control Technique, but he also held a fist-sized red tree tumor in his hand, carefully observing it.
The red tree tumor contained a lot of fire spiritual power. Zhang Ling sensed that it was comparable to a fire-attributed spiritual grass of three to four hundred years.
Although he didn't know if it could be used for alchemy, the strange trees around were obviously a kind of fire-attributed spiritual wood.
Along the way, he also released the Two-Yin Calabash to directly collect two or three strange trees. He would study them after going out.
With the spirit liquid of the mysterious pearl, he could cultivate spiritual plants. If the tree tumors on these strange trees were really useful, he could cultivate them in large quantities.
And the Twin-Tailed Cat, which was following beside him, was also curiously flying on one strange tree after another. This guy was even more excited than him, having a great time.
The Twin-Tailed Cat was a fire-attributed spirit beast, and the environment here was very suitable for it.
Soon, he reached the middle of the mountain, and a field of strange flowers and herbs, either black or yellow, appeared in front of him. These flowers and herbs all shimmered with spiritual light, and they were all spiritual flowers and herbs. A faint fragrance filled the air. There were also some fiery red butterflies flying around.
His and the Twin-Tailed Cat's arrival startled these butterflies, but these fiery red butterflies did not seem to be aggressive, and scattered in a rush.
Zhang Ling also stopped and scanned these strange flowers and herbs. He immediately recognized some of the flowers and herbs.
A two-chi(尺: a chinese unit of length, approximately 1/3 meter) long, red-leaved small grass was a second-grade Fire Pattern Grass. It could be used to refine several fire-attributed pills. A hundred-year-old Fire Pattern Grass was worth two to three thousand spirit stones.
But in front of him, there were twenty to thirty Fire Pattern Grasses that had reached three hundred years of age. Next to them were several Flame Yang Flowers, Purple Fire Grasses, and four or five other kinds of fire-attributed spiritual flowers and herbs.
Scanning around with his divine sense, this sea of flowers was two to three li(里: a chinese unit of length, approximately kilometers) wide. Zhang Ling was immediately overjoyed and began to collect these spiritual herbs.
