As I continued to wreak havoc inside the Xuan Turtle's body, I could hear the beast's roars of fury every moment.
I don't know how long it had been, but I sensed that the squeezing pressure within the flesh had decreased by more than half, and the power of ice had also weakened considerably.
This filled Zhang Ling with great joy, as these phenomena proved that this giant Xuan Turtle had been seriously injured by the continuous destruction.
Soon after shattering a few huge bones, he saw an extremely large fleshy tumor covered with countless fleshy whiskers, still pulsating.
This is...
Seeing this thing like this, Zhang Ling immediately realized that it might be the beast's heart. He quickly activated the magic in his hand, releasing a large amount of sword light to attack.
But before the sword light could land on the fleshy ball, it was blocked by countless tentacles.
Zhang Ling expressionlessly raised both hands, and several flying swords quickly combined together, planning to condense the sword light and shatter this huge fleshy tumor with one blow.
As he cast the spell with all his strength, a cyan light flickered in front of him, and the sword light quickly took shape.
But at this moment, a black light flew out from behind the fleshy tumor, and with a crisp sound, directly hit him.
Zhang Ling immediately spat out blood and flew backwards, crashing into a white bone next to him before stopping.
At this moment, several layers of protective shields on his body were all broken, and a black ball of light the size of a fist was hitting his chest.
At this moment, his chest was emitting a strange cyan-red spiritual light, and countless vine threads emerged, like countless silk threads, entangling this black ball of light.
Zhang Ling's reaction speed was also very fast. While temporarily blocking the ball of light, he clapped his hands together, and a layer of condensed yellow spiritual light covered the ball of light.
But he retreated two feet to the side, away from the ball of light.
At the same time, with a thought, a spiritual force hit the Yellow Luo Umbrella above his head, and this treasure started to operate again, dropping a spiritual light to protect his whole body.
The black ball of light had extremely strong attack power, instantly breaking through several layers of protection.
If he hadn't sensed the danger in an instant, and the vines on his body had turned into dense vine threads covering half of his body, blocking the black ball of light at the last moment, he would have been seriously injured now.
Scanning with his divine sense, he found that the ball of light was actually just a cyan-black round bead the size of a fist, with amazing spiritual power fluctuations. Could this be the Xuan Turtle's demon core?
At this moment, the demon core was entangled by countless vine threads, and was also illuminated by the Heavy Yuan Profound Light in place.
But this thing rotated rapidly, releasing a layer of ice mist, instantly shattering the vine threads entangled on it, and the Heavy Yuan Profound Light was also directly shattered.
After the demon core broke free, the ice mist even transformed into a giant tortoise phantom about ten feet in size, and a strange roar entered his ears.
This voice seemed to have magic power. Before Zhang Ling could make any extra movements, he only felt a burst of stabbing pain in his head and froze in place, unable to move for a while.
The hazy giant tortoise phantom crashed over with the demon core.
When he woke up, the attack was already in front of him. The giant tortoise phantom opened its mouth wide and pounced towards him.
Zhang Ling wanted to move his body to dodge this attack, but found that his body was icy cold and had become unconscious. At this moment, most of his body was covered with thick frost, and he was frozen in place, with only his upper body still conscious.
It looked like it was just a phantom of a wild beast, but he had no confidence that he could stop it.
Because the phantom was obviously the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit, a Nascent Soul level demon spirit, which must not be comparable to ordinary demon spirits. This was comparable to the Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
With a loud bang, the demon spirit crashed into his body, and the protective shield transformed by the Yellow Luo Umbrella creaked and cracked, with countless cracks.
At this critical moment, he was actually frozen in place. Without time to consider anything else, Zhang Ling quickly spat out a ball of essence blood and dropped it onto the Blood Soul Cauldron.
The cauldron flashed with blood, and at the same time as the Yellow Luo Umbrella's defense was broken, the Blood Cauldron directly buckled down, protecting himself inside.
But with another loud bang, the Xuan Turtle demon spirit wagged its head and tail and directly overturned the Blood Cauldron. His body fell to the ground all of a sudden, and Zhang Ling's heart went cold.
Fortunately, his body had regained consciousness at this moment. A cyan light flashed on his body, and he directly moved horizontally for several feet, wanting to distance himself from this demon spirit.
But before he could get up, the wind howled behind his head, and with a crackling sound, countless black-purple fleshy whiskers swarmed and instantly tied him in mid-air.
Afterwards, the demon core spun around, and countless ice thorns flashing with cold light grew on it, turning into an ice ball and crashing over fiercely.
Cracking sounds continued, and countless ice blocks shattered.
Zhang Ling didn't have time to defend, and was knocked away. His chest was a bloody mess, and a large hole immediately appeared.
With a clear thud, his body fell directly to the ground, and was also covered with a thick layer of frost, and countless cracks spread from the chest position on the body surface.
In an instant, his body shattered into countless ice blocks. This kind of injury was fatal to any cultivator, and the body had been destroyed. It seemed that this attack directly killed him.
For a time, this flesh wall space calmed down, leaving only a demon core and the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit.
Just then, a dull bell rang sounded.
The Xuan Turtle demon spirit and demon core couldn't help but pause, and then a layer of blood-colored mist spread, forming a blood-colored tornado that instantly swept the demon core and demon spirit into it. In the blink of an eye, it directly froze into a blood crystal block, and the demon core and demon spirit were directly frozen inside.
But then, with a crisp bang, the blood-colored crystal block was directly shattered by the demon core inside, and it seemed that it couldn't trap them.
Just as the demon core rushed out, a green light flashed, and a slender green light hit it. With a crisp clang, the demon core was instantly knocked away.
A miserable howl came at the same time, and the entire flesh wall space trembled for a while, and the Xuan Turtle's hazy demon spirit was even distorted and deformed, and seemed to have been severely injured.
The demon core of a wild beast seems to be solid, but once attacked, the damage to the beast's body is also extremely great.
And, Zhang Ling appeared unscathed a few feet away at this moment, but his face was pale.
A bronze ancient lamp appeared in his hand, and a ball of essence blood merged into it, lighting up a layer of gray-green lamp flame.
Zhang Ling took a deep breath and stared at the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit.
Break!
A low voice came from his mouth, and the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit howled and became even more illusory.
This was the soul-based attack he cultivated, "Soul Breaking Sound". With the blessing of the bronze ancient lamp, his divine sense had increased by more than double at this time, and the Soul Breaking Sound he used could definitely cause a lot of damage to this Nascent Soul level demon spirit.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ling flicked his sleeve, and a black long banner appeared in front of him. Gray-black Yin mist emerged from it, and illusory ghost shadows emerged.
As he urged the magic in his hand, these Yin soul ghosts quickly changed and entangled into a dozen gray-yellow chains, which instantly entangled the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit.
The chains tightened all of a sudden, pulling the demon spirit hard towards the Yin Soul Banner.
This long banner was Shen Laotou's Yin Soul Banner. Although it was someone else's natal magic weapon, he could only use seven or eight points of its power.
But these chains that locked the demon spirit were refining soul locks condensed from many Yin souls, which had a strong restraint against soul bodies such as demon spirit remnants.
Using it at this moment was perfect.
