The ghost in the yin wind, its pair of blood-red eyes turned without warning, looking towards the tunnel where Zhang Ling was.
Zhang Ling knew it was bad; this ghost's senses were so sharp that it had discovered him. With a shift of his figure, a yellow light burst forth from his body, first adding a protective shield to himself.
He hadn't expected to encounter a Nascent Soul-level ghost here.
Zhang Ling's mind raced, not yet deciding whether to fight or retreat. The tunnel he was in also began to change, becoming eerily ghostly, with vague ghost shadows appearing on the stone walls on both sides, like suddenly appearing murals.
In an instant, hundreds of ghosts appeared. These things seemed to appear out of nowhere, but that was absolutely impossible.
Zhang Ling instantly remembered that some special formations could gather Yin spirits and fierce souls. This situation was likely the same; he had fallen into such a formation.
Fortunately, although there were many, they were not worth his attention; all were low-level ghosts.
A sharp howl came from ahead. The Nascent Soul-level ghost hidden in the yin wind outside the tunnel also quickly attacked.
A thick black light shot out, instantly arriving before him.
Zhang Ling's expression hardened, and without further hesitation, he flung out a cyan light, which formed a rhombus-shaped cyan light shield in front of him, blocking the attack.
With a loud boom, the shield emitted a buzzing tremor, but it stubbornly resisted the black light.
As the black light dispersed, a white, sharp bone spur was revealed, over ten feet long, stubbornly pressing against the shield, emitting a sizzling sound.
Zhang Ling cast a spell towards the shield, and with a spin, it sent the bone spur flying.
It looked easy, but Zhang Ling immediately judged that this Nascent Soul-level ghost was not weak.
The bone spur that had been knocked away spun in the air and returned to the yin wind. Then, a strange cry came from within, the yin wind howled, and a bone-chilling yin wind swept over.
At the same time, the hundreds of Yin souls in the tunnel let out shrill cries and rushed over.
Meow!
The twin-tailed cat, which had always been by his side, immediately bristled, transforming into a giant cat amidst flames. With a flick of its tail, it launched two huge fireballs, blasting away more than a dozen Yin spirits and fierce ghosts.
The twin-tailed cat moved to rush into the fray.
A yellow light enveloped the twin-tailed cat, rushing forward at an extremely fast speed.
This was naturally Zhang Ling's doing. The space within the tunnel was narrow, which was not conducive to battle. Taking advantage of the gap after knocking away the ghost's attack, he entered the space ahead.
He was not far from the space ahead. Carrying the twin-tailed cat was no burden, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the tunnel entrance.
A bone-chilling yin wind swept over, seemingly trying to block his path.
Zhang Ling had no intention of stopping. He gently shook his left arm, and a gray-green vine coiled out, quickly winding into a circle in front of him, protecting his entire body.
He rushed directly through the attacking wind. He arrived in the ten-foot-sized space outside.
Roar!
However, two black shadows pounced over, and several sharp iron claws grabbed towards him. They were two high-level zombies pouncing over.
Zhang Ling waved his hand expressionlessly, and two cyan flying swords slashed out. With two loud clangs, the heads of the two zombies flew up.
With a flash of the flying swords, the two zombies were cut into several pieces.
Although these types of zombie monsters had bronze heads, iron arms, and immense strength, could spew corpse fire, and came with corpse poison, they were troublesome for ordinary cultivators to deal with.
Moreover, they had few weaknesses and were not easy to kill.
A dozen high-level zombies were also a considerable fighting force.
But his cultivation realm was here, so dealing with them was not difficult.
The two flying swords spun in the air and attacked the several high-level zombies rushing forward. Zhang Ling planned to kill these high-level zombies in one fell swoop to reduce trouble.
But at the same time, dark clouds gathered overhead, and a thick cloud of yin wind swept over again. The ghost dwelling within, its two blood-red eyes staring intently at him, twitched strangely.
Zhang Ling seemed to see a red ghost shadow flash before him, and he found that the surrounding environment had suddenly changed, becoming a red light. Not only the yin ghosts and zombies disappeared, but even the surrounding sounds became blurred.
This scene stunned Zhang Ling. He instantly realized that he might have fallen into an environment like a ghost obscuring the eyes. Without thinking, he mobilized his divine sense and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted sharply, "Break!"
As soon as the word 'break' was spoken, the red environment in front of him rippled like the surface of water, and the world was torn apart like a rag.
The original environment reappeared before his eyes, but he had already fallen into danger.
Because in the moment he was stunned, the cloud of yin wind had flown overhead, evolving into a pale, huge ghost face, pouncing towards his body.
This was a huge, furry ghost face that looked very real, like an enlarged monkey face.
This seemed to be the ghost's true form hidden in the yin wind. This monster seemed to want to swallow him in one gulp.
This ghost indeed had some tricks; not only did it have this squinting illusionary power, but it also knew to take advantage of this to sneak attack. Its intelligence was definitely not low.
These types of undead monsters, like ghosts and zombies, could not be judged by common sense. Some were weak but had intelligence no less than human cultivators. They often had some special powers.
Some were powerful, but their intelligence was low.
And at this moment, the Nascent Soul-level ghost spirit hidden in the yin wind in front of him was not only powerful but also intelligent.
To kill this monster, it would probably take a lot of effort.
Zhang Ling's expression remained unchanged, naturally without any fear. A gourd appeared beside him, making a rustling sound, and streams of yellow sand flowed out like water.
The yellow mist quickly sprayed onto it, and the yellow sand spun, forming a huge sand ball, blocking overhead. Zhang Ling's figure also rapidly fell to the ground. At the same time, a yellow small flag appeared in his hand, the Four Banners Flag. Spiritual power was injected into it, and a gray mist shrouded it.
At the same time, his two flying swords killed two more high-level zombies, but Zhang Ling moved his mind and retrieved the flying swords.
Instead, he threw out a gray-green vine. As soon as the vine landed, it grew wildly, transforming into twenty or thirty thick vines in an instant.
They swung and twisted wildly, entangling the remaining dozen high-level zombies. These monsters were trapped in place.
If you looked closely, you could see that each of these thick vines was very thick and emitting black gas, looking very strange.
Although the high-level zombies had strong bodies and great strength, they felt restricted by these black vines. Sharp claws and gray-white corpse fire struck the vines. Although the damage caused was not small, the vines quickly grew back after being broken.
These black vines were a new combat method he had recently cultivated. The black vines were attached with True Devil Qi.
After absorbing a small amount of True Devil Qi, these black vines also became demonized, their recovery power became much stronger, and their aggressiveness also increased a lot.
Even without divine sense control, the black vines would automatically attack.
Of course, there were still some flaws. Once released, they would not last long. At most, they would lose their activity after half an hour.
Even so, they were perfect for dealing with zombies and other monsters.
As for the low-level ghosts that appeared in the tunnel, they did not rush out, seeming to only be able to move in the tunnel.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling made arrangements for the battle.
At the same time, a cackling sound came from overhead. The furry ghost face broke through the sand ball's defense and rushed out. With a wide mouth, it spat out a cloud of yin wind, and a bone-chilling wind pressure pressed down.
A faint green light flickered in the wind, and the entire wind turned into a faint green hurricane.
Zhang Ling slapped upwards with one hand, and a yellow light giant hand several feet wide waved out. With a loud bang, the two attacks collided in the air and quickly exploded, and a powerful wind pressure filled the surroundings.
The two attacks looked evenly matched, but there was a series of muffled sounds again. In the blink of an eye, the yellow light giant hand was stained with faint green light and instantly turned into starlight and dissipated.
The green light did not disappear but spun and turned into green fireballs of various sizes.
This is...
Zhang Ling frowned and muttered, this was actually some kind of yin fire. He carefully glanced at it. In the black mist and yin wind spewed out of the ghost face's mouth, there was indeed a wisp of faint green yin fire.
Being able to instantly break through the spiritual light giant hand he conjured was naturally not ordinary yin fire. It seemed that this ghost had been exhaling yin qi for many years and had cultivated this supernatural power.
If he killed this ghost and collected the yin fire in its body, it was very likely that he could balance the twin-tailed cat's Blazing Yang Spiritual Fire.
If these types of yin spirit ghosts condensed yin fire in their bodies, its power would definitely be considerable.
As Zhang Ling thought, his actions did not delay at all. Taking advantage of the moment when the spiritual light hand blocked the attack, he had already landed on the ground twenty feet away. He stepped on the ground with one foot.
The ground trembled, and a piece of yellow light rose. He snorted coldly, "Rise!" The ground seemed to explode, and countless pieces of earth and stone of various sizes flew up, forming a thick earth wall in front of him. The falling yin fire collided with it, making a series of violent sounds.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere. The earth wall seemed unable to withstand the impact of the yin fire, and the earth and stone melted in the green fire.
Zhang Ling didn't care about these things. After blocking a wave of yin fire, he changed his hand gestures, and a cloud of essence sprayed on the earth wall. The earth wall flowed like mud and quickly condensed into more than a dozen huge stone cones, which suddenly pierced out.
Silently, they crossed a distance of more than twenty feet and directly pierced the furry ghost face, tearing several huge holes in the ghost face.
But the ghost face smiled hideously, seeming not to have received any attack at all. The entire ghost face rippled like water, becoming intact. The yin fire shot out from its mouth, and the stone cones exploded into pieces like ice.
At the same time, two dark, huge ghost claws stretched out from behind the ghost face, also carrying green ghost fire, and grabbed down fiercely.
Zhang Ling stood still, just rubbing his hands together violently. Seven flying swords emerged from his sleeves and quickly overlapped into a huge cyan sword light. The sword light, with its sharp aura, slashed out.
With a soft sound, the two ghost claws were pierced through, and the ghost claws quickly retracted. The furry ghost face also seemed to be injured, and it let out a strange cry, revealing anger.
The cloud of yin wind in which the monster was hiding also rose with wisps of faint green ghost fire. There was also the sound of bones colliding, which sounded extremely strange.
The ghost face also shrank upwards, revealing its true face. It was actually a small, thin black-haired monkey. Unlike ordinary fur monkeys, this ghost monkey had a tuft of scarlet fluff on its head, which was very long and extended directly to a long tail. The entire tail was also scarlet.
Seeing the monster's true form, Zhang Ling was also slightly stunned. He didn't expect this Nascent Soul-level ghost to be so small.
The huge ghost face just now was conjured by this little black monkey.
The ghost monkey stared at Zhang Ling with blood-red eyes, opened its mouth and sucked, and the faint green yin fire was sucked into its mouth like a river flowing into the sea.
Its body grew larger, growing into a giant monkey ten feet tall. The black hair on its body actually seemed to be painted, and strange scarlet auras appeared. These spiritual patterns formed two ghost faces on its chest.
A cyan ghost face and a scarlet ghost face. In addition to the ghost monkey's original black ghost face, it looked like a giant monkey with three heads.
At the same time, it could be seen that several crooked white bone spurs grew out of the ghost monkey's back, making it look extremely ferocious.
Zhang Ling sensed that the ghost's aura had increased a lot. Without thinking, he flipped his hand, and a yellow light appeared above his head, and it opened up at once, turning into a yellow light umbrella covering his whole body. This was naturally the Yellow Luo Umbrella, which formed another layer of protection.
At the same time, the cyan sword light slashed out unceremoniously. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ling slammed the earth wall in front of him, and the earth wall disintegrated, but with a rustling sound, the Heavenly Star Sand rushing out of the Earth Yuan Gourd mixed in with it and quickly turned into several Earthly Fiend Earth Spirits and rushed out.
Taking advantage of the fact that the ghost had not yet completed its transformation, it was of course better to strike first.
The three ghost faces of the ghost monkey also instantly stared at Zhang Ling. The yin fire ghost claws grabbed behind its back and pulled out two long bone spurs from its back, like two spears held in its hands.
The cyan and red ghost faces on the ghost monkey's chest each spat out a cloud of yin qi and hit the bone spurs. The two bone spurs turned into two bone forks.
The ghost monkey howled strangely, and one bone fork resisted the cyan flying sword. The other bone fork rotated quickly, shooting out black yin qi, and entangled with several Earthly Fiend Earth Spirits.
It looked like it was handling it with ease and easily resisted the attack.
Zhang Ling seemed not to see these, and he was casting spells on his own. He shook his left hand lightly, and several black vines wrapped around his body. As the magic changed, it turned into a huge black wooden snake. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of the ghost monkey.
The wooden snake opened its mouth and bit.
