After a moment, the blood-colored gem completely turned pitch black, leaving only a few vertical marks in the middle, emitting a blood-colored spiritual light, looking like an eyeball.
Ye Zimei let out a low growl and gently patted her forehead. At her brow, a flash of gray light, a wisp of gray silk hit the gem.
The gem, now pitch black, released a cloud of gray-green spiritual light, and then transformed into a strange old man's face.
This face flashed and turned into a cloud of Yin Wind wrapped in the gem, flying towards the blood pool. At the same time, the skull seemed to sense something and broke out of the water.
With a flash of blood, the gem and the black skull collided, erupting with strong spiritual power fluctuations. In an instant, the gem was embedded in the eye socket of the skull, like a strange eyeball, blinking.
Immediately, the skull vibrated with a buzzing sound, and the blood energy in the space flowed, along with all the blood in the blood pool, into the skull. The sound of rattling chains rang out, and more than a dozen gray chains grew out from the back of the skull's head.
These chains were not physical objects, but were transformed from blood-colored spiritual power.
After the blood bead and the black skull completely merged, a strong spiritual power fluctuation erupted from it. Zhang Ling, standing in the distance, felt a pressure.
In his opinion, this strange thing seemed to already possess the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Congratulations, Master, on mastering this devil head," Ye Zimei said suddenly, looking at the black skull with a complex expression.
"Haha, you've done well." The black skull also let out a burst of wild laughter, seeming to come alive. "Hehe, when this venerable one solves Tian Chenzi, I will definitely give you... Oh? There's another junior here."
The black skull cackled strangely a few times, speaking in human language, sounding like the voice of this old man. But suddenly, his voice paused, and with a turn, he faced the direction where Zhang Ling was, the single eye on his head flashed with blood, and instantly shot out a black light.
With a loud bang, the black light directly hit the place where Zhang Ling had just hidden, blasting a huge crack in the stone wall behind it.
The skull's attack was extremely fast and sudden.
Fortunately, at the same time as the black light shot over, Zhang Ling flashed, crossed several steps, and dodged the attack.
The main reason he was able to dodge this attack was that when he heard the skull utter human words, he knew he had encountered another old monster and immediately began to retreat.
Originally, he wanted to leave quietly, but he didn't expect the skull to be so sensitive, instantly discovering his tracks.
Then there was no need to hide. Zhang Ling directly transformed into a black escape light and rushed up the stone steps.
In two or three breaths, he flew out of the wooden tower.
But at the same time, with a loud bang, the wooden tower was directly blown into countless pieces. In the smoke and dust, black light flashed, and several black chains attacked with the sound of breaking wind. The skull directly lifted the ground, creating a large hole, chasing after him.
The sound of rattling chains continued. Just as he flew into the air, the surrounding air tightened. Between the swaying of black light, countless shattered phantoms appeared, all attacking him with a whooshing sound.
Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, and three flying swords surrounded him, blocking a dozen attacking chains.
Although these attacks were phantoms, their momentum was extraordinary. Each strike carried a powerful force. As soon as he exchanged blows, he felt pressure.
Zhang Ling quickly clapped his hands together, and the Liangyi Gourd appeared in his hand. A large piece of Celestial Star Sand emerged, wrapping himself up and directly transforming into a sand ball that soared into the sky.
Facing this old monster, who was possibly at the Nascent Soul level, he didn't dare to delay.
Countless chains had spread around, threatening to surround him. The black skull also flew up, opening its mouth wide and spewing out a large cloud of black mist, seemingly to use even more powerful divine powers.
At the same time, the single eye on its head, flashing with blood, once again shot out a thick black light. With a loud bang, it hit the sand ball.
The sand ball was instantly shattered into pieces, and Zhang Ling flashed out of the sand, with the Yellow Luo Umbrella suspended above his head, blocking the attack.
The Yellow Luo Umbrella trembled with a buzzing sound, and the yellow light defense that it formed actually cracked with many fine cracks.
Zhang Ling didn't have time to consider these things. He instantly slapped a white spirit talisman on his body, and immediately a soft cry came from his body, and a large bird phantom appeared behind him.
His cultivation also increased a lot in an instant, and at the same time, a pair of white light wings grew out behind him with a whoosh.
His figure swayed slightly, and he transformed into a white escape light, dodging left and right with extremely fast speed, breaking free from the encirclement of chains, and flying towards the distance.
In the blink of an eye, he flew more than ten zhang away.
But behind him, the whistling Yin Wind rose sharply, and a large mass of black mist, like a dark cloud, chased closely, its speed no slower than his.
Between the rolling of the Yin Mist, blood-colored ghost claws emerged, attacking with the sound of breaking wind.
Zhang Ling didn't dare to stop. Several flying swords surrounded him, intercepting these techniques.
And this attack of blood-colored ghost claws gave him a sense of familiarity. After thinking about it, he remembered Tian Chenzi, who had captured him and Ding Ruozhao before. At that time, a powerful blood-colored boy, who fought with Tian Chenzi, used this kind of attack.
"Hehe, so it's you, junior. This venerable one has an impression of you. If you stop now, this venerable one might consider not killing you." A gloomy voice came from behind, making Zhang Ling even more certain that the thing controlling the skull was the blood-colored boy from back then.
He naturally wouldn't listen to this person's nonsense, and fully urged his spiritual power to speed up his escape technique. At the same time, he also had a colored bubble in his hand.
Facing this kind of old monster, he might not be able to escape by simply running away. Using the colored bubble to transform a few real illusions to confuse the opponent might give him a chance to escape.
Zhang Ling quickly urged this ancient treasure while escaping and dodging attacks.
Their speed was very fast, and in these few breaths, they flew several miles.
The skull behind him was constantly approaching, only a dozen zhang away from him. It cackled strangely in its mouth, and with a flash of blood, it transformed into countless black wind blades that swept over.
At this time, the bubble finally transformed into a layer of colored spiritual light covering his entire body. Zhang Ling patted his storage bag, and more than a hundred black balls were thrown out.
Under his divine sense control, these Explosive Flame Fruits collided with each other, and the fire blazed brightly, forming a large sea of fire, blocking the attack of the wind blades. The fire waves rolled away, covering forty to fifty zhang of space.
"Boy, you're courting death."
The chasing black skull was also enraged. The countless black chains behind its head shook for a while, and instantly entangled together, transforming into thick chains.
After a loud bang, this chain, like a long rope, stirred and shattered the sea of fire transformed by the Explosive Flame Fruits. It accurately locked onto him and slammed heavily on Zhang Ling's body with heavy pressure.
But the scene of him being killed as imagined did not happen.
Before this attack came, Zhang Ling's figure swayed, transforming into six identical figures, flying away in all directions.
This strike thrown out by the black skull only shattered two of the phantoms.
The remaining four identical figures simultaneously fanned the light wings behind them, quickly splitting up and flying away in four directions.
