Another two days passed peacefully with patrols.
Zhang Ling personally led the team on patrol and was attacked by a sixth-order Crimson Wing Bird again. It took some effort, but he managed to deal with the Crimson Flame Bird.
Of course, this was intentional, only using 30% of his strength. The magical items he used were only two flying swords and a jade ruyi(玉如意: jade scepter). After all, he was pretending to be Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man), a rather ordinary mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.
Naturally, he couldn't be too ostentatious.
This afternoon, Zhang Ling still took the team for a patrol, and after that, they temporarily rested on a small hill. He himself closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on a large rock to meditate.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and stood up, looking towards the northwest.
"What happened, Fifth Uncle?" Lin Yan and the others naturally stood up and asked him. Zhang Ling didn't answer, his expression becoming a bit more serious.
In his divine sense perception, the sky more than thirty miles away was dyed a dusky yellow, as if a sandstorm had risen. That area exuded a thick miasma, already no less than the outer area of the desolate region.
That is desolate region miasma, already spreading here.
"Inform the sect, I'll go take a look."
Zhang Ling left a sentence and turned into a escaping light and flew in that direction. Lin Yan and the others who were left in place looked at each other, not knowing what had happened for a moment.
Lin Yan looked at the direction Zhang Ling left, his face also changed slightly, and he quickly took out the sect token to send a message.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling approached the area where the miasma was spreading.
Although in his divine sense perception, the degree of this miasma was not strong, as long as it was in a place with rich spiritual energy, it would dissipate on its own in a short time. It was not comparable to the miasma in the desolate region, let alone the Tianyuan Secret Realm he had been to.
But the miasma in front of him could not be seen at a glance. Compared to the northwest direction, the Sinan direction was already full of such situations. And it was spreading rapidly, extending a hundred zhang(丈: a unit of length) in just a few breaths.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling heard a gurgling sound in his ears, and he saw many black and gray shadows impacting back and forth in the miasma. At the same time, he also sensed a strong bloody smell.
With a slight sweep of his divine sense, he clearly saw those black shadows. They were a group of large birds with black feathers. Each of these demon birds was about ten zhang(丈: a unit of length) in size, and the miasma and spiritual energy emitted from their bodies were mixed. They were a group of desolate beasts with second and third-order strength, numbering as many as a hundred.
At this moment, this group of desolate region demon birds were взаимно уничтожают друг друга(взаимно уничтожают друг друга: mutually destroying each other) with another group of small birds the size of sparrows, but with long, crimson tail feathers.
Zhang Ling saw at a glance that these small birds with crimson feathers were not desolate beasts, but a group of Red-tailed Swallows, just a group of ordinary demon birds.
Red-tailed Swallows also belong to gregarious demon birds. Although their strength is not as good as the Black Iron Great Birds, they are not much different, and their numbers are even greater, as many as three or four hundred. For a time, the two kinds of demon birds, constantly kill and devour each other.
"Oh, Senior Brother Hu has also discovered the situation here."
Zhang Ling was observing the situation here when a soft voice sounded from the side. A green escaping light stopped not far from him from far to near, and a beautiful female cultivator in a black gauze skirt appeared.
"So it's Junior Sister Tang." Seeing this woman, Zhang Ling didn't react too much and casually greeted her.
Tang Qingqing had also taken on a patrol mission recently, and her patrol area happened to be adjacent to his. It seemed that she had also seen the situation here, so she came to check it out.
Tang Qingqing smiled at Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man), whom Zhang Ling was pretending to be. Although she had only recently joined the Flying Cloud Sect, she knew a lot about the Flying Cloud Sect. She naturally knew something about this old man who called himself Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man).
Just then, another escaping light shot over. The two turned their heads and saw a golden escaping light circling a few times in the air and landing beside them, revealing a man with a square face in a Chinese suit.
"Yo, isn't this Junior Brother Hu? Oh, this Junior Sister must be Junior Sister Tang who recently joined."
The square-faced man looked to be in his forties, quite tall, with a fierce aura of нерушимость(нерушимость: invincibility) on his face. This person glanced at Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man) whom Zhang Ling was pretending to be and sneered, then turned to look at Tang Qingqing.
Tang Qingqing tidied the hair in front of her forehead and said charmingly and softly. "Junior Sister has met Senior Brother Wu."
"Haha, Junior Sister is too polite." The square-faced man nodded with a smile and turned his gaze to Zhang Ling and sneered again. "Junior Brother Hu, your cultivation has grown a lot after not seeing you for many years. Isn't Junior Brother always carefree? Why did you join the sect this time?"
"Brother Wu, don't talk nonsense. We all depend on the sect, so it's better to get along in harmony." Zhang Ling waved his sleeves and glanced at the square-faced man, also sneering.
Zhang Ling naturally wouldn't sneer at others for no reason, but this cultivator surnamed Wu didn't get along with Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man). Whenever they met, they couldn't help but quarrel a few words.
This person is an old ancestor of the current Wu family, and his strength is comparable to Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man), both are in the mid-stage of the Golden Core. In addition to this person, the Wu family also has another late-stage Golden Core.
In recent years, taking advantage of the death of Old Monster Chihuo(赤火老怪: Red Fire Old Monster) of the Hu family and Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man) traveling outside, the Wu family has robbed a lot of the Hu family's business. They also united with several other cultivation families, with a tendency to annex the Hu family.
More than a month ago, after Baiyun Sanren(白云散人: Baiyun the Free Man), whom he pretended to be, joined the Flying Cloud Sect, the Wu family stopped after the sect mediation. Of course, the Wu family was naturally unwilling in secret and often targeted the Hu family. He is now the only Golden Core cultivator of the Hu family, so naturally he is the main target.
However, as long as the Wu family doesn't go too far, Zhang Ling will naturally not interfere.
Seeing the two looking at each other, Tang Qingqing smiled and quickly persuaded them. "Senior Brother Hu, Senior Brother Wu, what do you think we should do now? Should we inform the sect, or should we solve it ourselves?"
"Haha, Junior Sister Tang, don't worry, I just received a message from the sect and came here to solve this group of beast." Senior Brother Wu heard Tang Qingqing's question and glanced slightly at the demon birds fighting in the turbid mist.
Golden light flashed in his hand, and a huge flying sword with golden light appeared. With a wave of the magic formula, the giant sword whirled and turned into a golden wind wheel, killing towards the demon birds in the miasma.
Instantly killing five or six Black Iron Great Birds. Senior Brother Wu also stomped his feet, turned into a golden light and followed into the miasma, like a wolf into a flock of sheep. With continuous patting of both hands, he shot out sword rays, and in an instant, twenty or thirty demon birds died in this person's hands.
Seeing this scene, Tang Qingqing also chuckled, and a emerald green small jade fan appeared in her hand with a flash of green light on her body.
This jade fan is very beautiful, it seems to be carved from some kind of beautiful jade. However, the patterns carved on the fan surface are all hideous and terrifying demon insects.
Tang Qingqing held the jade fan and waved it gently, and a layer of blue-green mist floated in front of her. This cloud of mist quickly condensed into two giant snakes, dragging this woman into the turbid miasma and began to hunt demon birds.
Whether it is a Black Iron Great Bird or a Red-tailed Swallow, as soon as it approaches this woman within two zhang(丈: unit of length), it will emit a thick green smoke, as if it has been corroded, which looks quite strange.
