"Why don't you run anymore?"
Seeing Zhang Ling no longer fleeing, the ghost-masked cultivator chasing from behind asked with a cold voice.
Zhang Ling glanced at the ghost-masked cultivator, his eyes slightly narrowed, and calmly replied, "You should have seen that I didn't really want to escape, so why ask this?"
Seeing Senior Brother Tianfeng and Old Taoist Ziyun trapped, he immediately left, naturally not really to escape. Before leaving, Zhang Ling transmitted a message to this person, saying the words 'Ghost King Sect', 'Netherworld King Art'.
As expected, it lured the ghost-masked cultivator over.
Although he doesn't know how Senior Brother Tianfeng is doing right now, luring this person away is indirectly drawing this person away.
Even if they are trapped over there, the danger is reduced invisibly with one less strong enemy in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
After all, Senior Brother Tianfeng also has mid-Nascent Soul stage strength, and Old Taoist Ziyun is not weak either, coordinating with that Old Ghost Baihe. Their lives should be safe.
Even if Nascent Soul cultivators are trapped, it is not easy to kill them, especially when their strengths are similar.
Of course, there is another reason for luring away this ghost-masked cultivator in the mid-Nascent Soul stage and facing him alone.
That is, he doesn't want to expose too much strength in front of Senior Brother Tianfeng. The main thing is that he doesn't want to expose the existence of the Black Tortoise.
Now that he has lured this person to a remote place, he has a good grasp of both fighting and stalling, so naturally he doesn't have too many concerns.
"Hmph, you are quite arrogant."
Seeing him in a fighting stance, the green light in the ghost-masked cultivator's eyes flickered, and he sneered, "We have met more than once. Decades ago, in the territory of the Alien Demon Clan, I was somewhat impressed with you.
At that time, I felt like I had seen you there before.
If I remember correctly, two hundred years ago, you entered and exited the secret realm of the Ghost King Sect near Yanhai Immortal City. If so, it makes sense.
Just now you called out 'Ghost King Sect', 'Netherworld King Art'. Now you have easily broken the Profound Soul Ghost Sound. It seems that you have obtained some inheritance of the Ghost King Sect from there."
Zhang Ling frowned slightly. The ghost-masked man's words surprised him. He should have only met this person once at the trade fair of the Alien Demon Clan.
This person actually mentioned an experience of his from two hundred years ago. Besides him, only Dongfang Ya should remember this.
Because only they escaped from that underground Yin River.
"That's not right." Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhang Ling recalled the details of this experience, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "You are, those mysterious cultivators who appeared back then."
Indeed, only he and Dongfang Ya escaped back then. The other cultivators and Alien Demons who were swept into it did not come out.
The main reason was that several mysterious cultivators suddenly appeared in that Ghost King Sect's relic. He remembered that a gloomy Golden Core cultivator was fighting with Dongfang Ya, and he was almost killed by the aftermath.
At that time, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but it was extremely dangerous. Zhang Ling would naturally not forget this kind of experience.
He also remembered seeing a white bone altar in that relic, with a red umbrella youth driving several evil ghosts, carrying a huge bronze coffin, which seemed extremely mysterious.
Thinking about it now, those mysterious cultivators seemed to be ghost cultivators, very similar to the ghost-masked cultivator in front of him.
If this person was also among them at that time, it would not be surprising that he had an impression of him.
"Indeed, you really remembered this." Hearing Zhang Ling's question, the ghost-masked cultivator sneered. His eyes became cold, and a thick Yin Sha(阴煞: Yin evil) aura emerged from his body.
"Back then, you seemed to be only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but you have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage in two hundred years. You also have a copy of the Ghost King Sect's inheritance in your hands, so I can't let you live today." As he spoke, the ghost-masked cultivator let out a sharp whistle, and the evil ghost mask on his face changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it showed several expressions.
The mask on this person's face flashed and flew up, gently shaking, and transformed into three masks. Each represents three emotions such as joy, anger, and sorrow.
Strands of ghost evil aura constantly condensed on the masks. The three masks quickly swelled up. In an instant, three different forms of evil ghosts appeared in front of him.
The evil ghost in the center is the largest, more than twenty feet tall, with a jet-black body but red hair dancing wildly, and the expression on his face is the mask representing anger.
The ghost also holds two huge white bone flying forks in his hand, and his aura is extremely powerful.
The other evil ghost is also more than ten feet tall, with a blue-green body, spewing out balls of blue Yin fire from his mouth. It is the evil ghost that I saw before, making bursts of ghost cries.
The third evil ghost is only three feet tall, and looks the shortest. But his whole body is crimson, but he has a strange white hair. A burst of ghost laughter was made in the mouth. The two scarlet ghost claws clapped in the center, and a dark green ghost-head broadsword grew out. The breath is the most powerful instead.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling's brows tightened. The aura of these three evil ghosts alone is not weaker than that of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. It seems to be three ghost spirits at the Nascent Soul level.
He knew that this ghost-masked man was not an ordinary cultivator, but he did not expect that he would release three such powerful ghosts as soon as he came up.
Zhang Ling naturally did not dare to neglect, and quickly activated the magic formula. The same display of means. He attacked first.
The seven flying swords surrounding the outside of the body turned into streamers and shot out.
Then, he quickly pointed at the Earth Element Gourd, and the gourd radiated a great light, and then sprayed out a large ball of yellow sand. With a rustling sound, grains of yellow sand quickly entangled and condensed.
The three evil ghosts on the opposite side also moved.
The tall black-faced evil ghost turned into a large mass of gray-black Yin wind and quickly spread around. The ghost-masked cultivator was hidden in it, making it difficult to shorten his breath.
At the same time, the two white bone flying forks in this evil ghost's hand flew up, dividing left and right, and transformed into gray-white flying forks, intercepting the seven flying swords.
The sword light flickered, smashing the flying fork, but new flying forks were generated. The two magic weapons continued to collide in the air, and for a while, only the dark gray light and the cyan-gold sword light could be seen constantly intertwined.
The red-faced evil ghost with the strongest aura, the ghost-head sword in his hand flashed with a dark green light, and did not slash immediately. Instead, it turned into a gust of Yin wind and rushed over, seemingly intending to accumulate power for a strike.
And the blue-faced evil ghost spewed out balls of blue-blue Yin fire from his mouth. Turning into a blue-blue fire line, it wrapped around the seven flying swords.
The blue-blue Yin fire is not an ordinary Yin fire, mixed with many Sha Soul Threads(煞魂丝: evil soul threads). Obviously, he wanted to contaminate his flying sword magic weapon.
Sha Soul Threads, Zhang Ling is very familiar with them, and he can see them at a glance. While controlling the flying sword to avoid the Yin fire. With a thought, a flash of fire appeared beside him, and a two-zhang-tall two-tailed cat appeared.
Meow!
As soon as the two-tailed cat appeared, the two tails behind it danced wildly, and the hot fire wrapped around the tails, condensing into purple fireballs the size of grinding discs, and flung them out with a fierce aura.
In terms of power alone, the blue-blue ghost fire is several times better.
However, the ghost fire and the purple fireball collided together. There was a loud bang, and they actually canceled each other out, forming a gust of hot and cold wind that swept around.
The purple flame is the extremely Yang spiritual fire formed by the two-tailed cat devouring the meteorite fire and merging with its own demon fire.
Now, the two-tailed cat has basically refined the meteorite fire, and the fire spiritual energy all over its body is three points more intense than the infant fire of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.
This kind of extremely Yang flame is the most restrained against Yin evil ghosts.
Releasing the two-tailed cat to assist in the battle can just exert a small effect. Of course, the strength of the two-tailed cat is no match for these ghosts.
While releasing the two-tailed cat, Zhang Ling also released fifty or sixty flying birds, hovering over his head.
Each of these flying birds is two zhang in size, and their bodies are iron black. They are iron eagles. They are not spirit beasts, but thunder eagle puppets he refined.
The puppets fluttered their wings, and blue-purple thunder light appeared on their iron-green bodies. The sound of thunder was loud, and they released thunder balls one by one.
These thunder eagle puppets are third-level puppets, and the power they can exert is equivalent to that of a Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator. Although it is nothing, thunder attribute puppets are also very restrained against evil ghosts and Yin spirits.
Large swaths of fire and thunder light rendered the entire sky.
Most of the thunder light balls released by the puppets hit the red-faced ghost. Although it did not cause any substantial damage.
Zhang Ling did not worry about the consumption, and constantly let the puppets release waves of thunder balls. The crackling thunder light filled most of the sky, creating a lot of momentum.
The red-faced ghost who rushed over was suppressed in mid-air and could not get close to him at all.
The ghost-masked cultivator naturally would not just watch, and the two ghost spirits were suppressed. With a cold hum, the ghost energy all over his body transformed into two jet-black ghost claws.
He also recalled the two white bone forks that were fighting with the seven flying swords and held them in his ghost hands.
A layer of green aura wrapped around the white bone forks, and the white bone forks instantly shattered into countless bone fragments, and quickly combined into a new magic weapon.
It looks like it is a strange blade in the shape of a crescent moon, similar to the Golden Moon Blade.
Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows and recognized that this is the magic weapon recorded in the Netherworld King Art, the Profound Moon Treasure Blade.
With a flash of green light, this treasure disappeared. The next moment, an arc of light appeared in front of him and slashed over. This treasure instantly crossed a distance of thirty or forty zhang and reached his eyes.
Zhang Ling did not move, and the flowing yellow sand in front of him rose like a tide, forming a stone wall several zhang high.
With a loud noise, a gap of Zhang Xu deep appeared on the stone wall. Blocked this blow.
The Profound Moon Treasure Blade is a ghost magic weapon made of Moon Nether Stone as the material, plus seventy-two Yin Spirit Bones, and condensed by special Yin fire. It has the magical power of group-type transformation, and its attack power is also extremely fast.
After receiving this blow, Zhang Ling knew that this attack was not over, and with a thought, countless yellow sands formed a thick yellow sand cover, protecting himself in it.
The next moment, he heard the sound of bones breaking.
The Profound Moon Treasure Blade re-decomposed into pieces of bone, like countless blades, constantly slashing on the yellow sand layer, with bursts of muffled noises, hitting the yellow sand in all directions.
From the outside, it looks like countless green streamers are trapping a ball of yellow sand in place.
Zhang Ling knew the power of this treasure and would naturally not cocoon himself.
While defending, he sprayed out a ball of essence, and flicked his hands, hitting more than ten magic formulas. This ball of essence divided into twenty-four bright yellow light clusters and merged into the sand ball.
"Li Earth Formation, rise!"
He whispered in his heart, and the yellow sand protecting himself burst, turning into a huge sandstorm, shaking the bone pieces of the Profound Moon Blade away.
The sandstorm even spread to a range of fifty or sixty zhang in an instant, with bright yellow light and shadows flickering in it. The earthy yellow sand gathered on several light and shadows, condensing into huge sand and stone earth dragons.
Each earth dragon is more than ten zhang long, making bursts of angry roars, surrounding the entire sandstorm in the center.
There are a total of twenty-four earth dragons.
This is exactly the Li Earth Formation in Zhang Ling's main cultivation technique. After these years of hard work, he can finally condense twenty-four Earthly Fiend Earth Spirits at one time and display this magical power.
At this time, there are green light and shadows constantly flashing in the sandstorm, which are the bone pieces transformed by the Profound Moon Treasure Blade. They have been trapped in it and cannot escape.
The ghost-masked cultivator's face changed when he saw this scene.
He quickly cast green magic seals to control the magic weapon. The countless trapped bone pieces re-formed into a crescent shape, turning into a dazzling green light, constantly impacting inside.
The light blade slashing out by the Profound Moon Treasure Blade broke through the sand layer, and there was a burst of muffled noises. However, it did not have much effect.
The Li Earth Formation has been formed, and the yellow sand is flowing rapidly. Layers of quicksand are constantly superimposed, and it is not known how many layers there are. The enemy's treasures are trapped to death in the middle.
"The Profound Moon Treasure Blade is your natal magic weapon, right? What should you do if I destroy this treasure?"
Zhang Ling suddenly laughed for no reason, glanced at the ghost-masked cultivator. He recalled the seven flying swords, the two-tailed cat, and many puppets. With a flick of his body, he also entered the Li Earth Formation.
Seeing this scene, although the ghost-masked cultivator was wearing a ghost mask and could not see his face, his exposed eyes shaking. Obviously, his mind was affected to a certain extent.
He has cultivated hard for many years and reached his current state. He has fought against more than one mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, and even sparred with several late-Nascent Soul stage old monsters in the sect many times.
Today, facing a cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he has repeatedly suffered losses.
The ghost-masked cultivator stared at Zhang Ling, and a sinister aura appeared in his eyes. He didn't say a word, and the magic formula in his hand changed rapidly. Green spiritual light floated out of his body, turning into ferocious ghost shadows.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ghost shadows rushed towards the Li Earth Formation in a swarm.
At this time, the sandstorm transformed by the Li Earth Formation rotated faster.
The twenty Earthly Fiend Earth Spirits shook their heads and tails, shooting huge stone cones. The loud bangs continued, all hitting the Profound Moon Treasure Blade.
Although these stone cones were broken by the Profound Moon Treasure Blade with a single slash, the broken stone cones turned into countless yellow sands, and they were not afraid of slashing at all.
At the same time, the stone cones hit the Profound Moon Treasure Blade, and a thin layer of soil covered the treasure. This is the petrification spiritual light sprayed out by the Earthly Fiend Earth Spirit.
Although, its power is not enough to seal the Profound Moon Blade. The Profound Moon Blade can return to normal with a slight shaking, but the spiritual light on it is rapidly dimming and is constantly being consumed.
