"You, how is it you? Then who's below?"
The middle-aged scholar's face stiffened when he saw the black-robed man, revealing a look of surprise.
Immediately afterward, he didn't hesitate to quickly clap his hands together, sending out a dark black bead.
He cast a spell on it, and the bead emitted a ghostly green glow.
Instantly, the cloud of mist hiding them turned into a green cloud, but the range was reduced by more than half at once, but the flying speed suddenly increased by a few points, instantly turning into a green light and speeding away in another direction.
In two or three breaths, they flew nearly thirty zhang, and this kind of escape speed was already considered remarkable among Golden Core cultivators.
During the flight, the scholar slightly turned his head to look at the black-robed man, only to see that the black-robed man was still standing in the distance and hadn't chased after them, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He fully pushed the black treasure bead, and the speed increased by another three points.
At the same time, the old man next to him also held up a cyan jar, and a cloud of gray powder flew out of it.
It turned into a large cloud of gray mist and spread out again.
Their figures became blurred when the powder scattered around.
Judging by the effect, it was similar to the purple light balls that Zhang Ling had obtained from the ancestral land of the demon race.
They all had the effect of interfering with divine sense.
"Humph."
Just as they were about to escape, a cold hum without emotion came from behind.
The sound seemed near and far, causing the two people hidden in the clouds to tremble, feeling a kind of inexplicable danger.
It was clear that the person behind them hadn't chased after them, but the feeling of impending death was getting stronger and stronger.
The scholar didn't care about anything else, gritted his teeth and spat out a ball of essence blood, wanting to speed up the escape even more.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that several dazzling yellow light clusters had appeared around the cloud of mist hiding them, at some unknown time.
These light clusters burst instantly, turning into a large expanse of yellow light, covering them.
The scholar's face turned pale, and he only felt a weight of ten thousand catties pressing down on him.
His movements became stiff, and he mechanically twisted his head, wanting to see if his companion was also like this.
But as soon as he twisted his gaze a little, he saw a flash of sword light, and the thin, tall old man was split in half, his head flying up.
The scholar's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he felt a coolness below his neck.
Looking down, he saw a body in a forward-leaning state.
This was a headless body, looking extremely familiar.
His mind twitched, and he realized that this was his own body.
The scholar's head was in chaos, and as soon as he thought of this, he lost consciousness.
The black-robed man was naturally Zhang Ling, who had left the Black Jade Trading Post.
At this moment, he stood next to the two corpses, and two fireballs shot out, and the corpses were burned, turning into ashes and scattering in the air.
With two muffled bangs, the heads of the two people were also smashed into blood mist by a dark black vine.
At the same time, the vine rolled up, and two shaky gray-green light clusters were pulled in front of him.
"Senior, spare my life."
The two light clusters kept changing, and the voices of the old man and the scholar came from them.
These were the spirits of the two men.
Zhang Ling wouldn't be polite, grabbing the spirits in his hand with one hand and performing a soul search technique.
After a moment, he sneered, summoned a black banner, and the Soul Banner shook slightly, releasing a cloud of gray ghost mist, which transformed into several chains, sucking the spirits of the two men into it.
This was the Soul Banner, a magic weapon he obtained from killing a cultivator when he was still at the Golden Core stage.
Although he rarely used this treasure to fight against enemies, it was good for collecting some demon spirits and remnants to refine puppets.
He didn't recognize these two people, but after searching their souls just now, he already knew their identities.
These two people were rogue cultivators, specializing in robbing other cultivators.
As soon as he left the trading post, he actually discovered that these two people were following him.
Stopping suddenly was naturally to get rid of these two guys.
As for the figure entering the dense forest, it was just an illusionary clone.
With the strength of these two people, they naturally couldn't see through it.
The cause of this matter was actually a day ago, when he bought a lot of special products of the Otherworld Demon race in a shop in the trading post, revealing a little wealth, and was thus targeted.
Zhang Ling snorted, not expecting to encounter this kind of thing as soon as he entered the territory of the Otherworld Demon race.
At that time, he spent more than 200,000 low-grade magic stones to acquire a lot of spiritual herbs and some books that were only produced in the Otherworld Demon race.
With his displayed Golden Core cultivation, 200,000 magic stones wasn't much.
However, after thinking about it slightly, Zhang Ling remembered one thing.
Although 200,000 spirit stones was a lot for Golden Core cultivators, it could only be considered a small fortune.
But the Otherworld Demon race was a bit special, and the production of magic stones wasn't as large as that of spirit stones.
Basically, one low-grade magic stone was equivalent to three low-grade spirit stones.
He spent more than 200,000 magic stones, which in the eyes of others was equivalent to 500,000 to 600,000 spirit stones, no wonder it would arouse the greed of some cultivators.
Should he say that he was unlucky, or that these two people were unlucky?
In the past two days, he had read many books of the Otherworld Demon race in the trading post.
The heaven and earth vitality of the Otherworld Demon race was different from other regions.
Not only was the production of magic stones small, but many cultivation resources were also not as abundant as those of the Twelve Immortal Cities.
Especially those areas that suppressed the demon springs in ancient times, were instead full of spiritual energy, forming special demon-forbidden zones.
It sounded a bit strange, but in fact, the demon-forbidden zones were just a name used by the Otherworld Demon race.
They were several special forbidden areas that had always sealed the demon springs since ancient times.
Although the Otherworld Demon race had unlocked several demon springs due to the conflict between the human race and the Otherworld Demon race, most of the demon springs were still in a sealed state.
The demon springs were all sealed with ancient formations arranged with large spiritual veins.
Gathering a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy, they formed these so-called demon-forbidden zones.
This was only for the Otherworld Demon race.
If ordinary human race cultivators entered the demon-forbidden zones, they would not be affected in the slightest.
These areas were also forbidden areas of the Otherworld Demon race, all controlled by the Demon Soul Hall.
These places would also produce many rare spiritual herbs and spiritual objects, which most Otherworld Demon race cultivators couldn't use.
But it was said that the Demon Soul Hall would search them every once in a while, in exchange for resources useful to the Otherworld Demon race.
After Zhang Ling understood these things, he was very interested in the demon-forbidden areas of the Otherworld Demon race.
But he could only think about it in his heart.
The formations and restrictions left by the ancient cultivators in these areas were still intact.
The Demon Soul Hall had also specially set up powerful restrictions, and there were also Nascent Soul old monsters specially guarding them.
Even if his strength wasn't weak, it would be difficult for him to enter them.
Putting away his thoughts, with a turn of his gaze, Zhang Ling looked at the four storage bags floating in front of him.
They were naturally the storage bags of these two people.
He directly looked at one of the black storage bags, and his divine sense instantly broke through the restrictions on it, taking out a two-finger-wide black jade piece from it.
This object was engraved with some magic patterns, and there were also two golden geese patterns flying up and down.
This was a token, with which one could participate in a trade fair.
"Golden Goose Mountain Trade Fair, the scale seems to be not small.
It's also on the way, not far from here, I might as well go and take a look."
Zhang Ling muttered to himself, put away the several storage bags, slightly changed his direction, and disappeared.
