Just a glance at the seal in the green light.
Zhang Ling's eyes blurred for a moment, as if he saw countless hideous ghosts. This was definitely not an ordinary magical treasure, given the yin energy it emitted.
"Netherworld Ghost Treasure," Lan Que's voice echoed in his mind.
"Senior, what did you say?"
"How did you provoke such a powerful enemy? The treasure in his hand is a ghost treasure. It doesn't seem like an ordinary Netherworld Ghost Treasure either."
"What is a Netherworld Ghost Treasure?" Zhang Ling quickly asked.
"Legend says they are treasures refined by great demon ghosts in the Netherworld Yin Division. How could such treasures appear in your lower realm? Even middle-level interfaces in the Spirit Realm and Ancient Demon Realm rarely have such treasures," Lan Que's voice drifted, seemingly talking to herself, yet also explaining to Zhang Ling.
"With your current strength, you don't have much chance of defeating this person. I advise you to retreat quickly." Hearing this, Zhang Ling's expression became even more solemn, but he still snorted. "Is it really that powerful?"
He activated a magic technique, and the Heavenly Star Sand flowed, forming layers of quicksand, protecting his entire body.
At the same time, the vines on his left hand rapidly divided into strands of fine tendrils, covering his body, which was then enveloped in a strange red and black spiritual light.
In a short while, the tendrils formed a black armor on his body. It was the Demonic Dao secret technique, Saint Demon Armor Divine Power, activated by stimulating True Demon Qi and combining it with the vines.
More spiritual power was poured into the Black Bone Giant Claw, causing the black and red spiritual light on it to flicker erratically.
The giant claw grew larger and larger. Originally, the claw was already activated to a size of sixty to ninety meters, possessing considerable power.
Now, by controlling it with all his might, regardless of the cost of mana, it expanded to a hundred and fifty to two hundred meters in the blink of an eye, carrying a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation.
"Hmph, ghost treasures are treasures on par with spirit treasures. Even if this person is only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage and can't unleash much power, don't blame me for not reminding you if you try to withstand it head-on," Lan Que's voice came again.
Hearing this, Zhang Ling felt a pang of anxiety in his heart. It was actually a spirit treasure-level treasure. He wasn't really arrogant enough to try and withstand the enemy's powerful attack head-on.
But seeing the enemy using such a treasure, he knew it wouldn't be easy to retreat easily.
Moreover, the Black Tortoise controlled by his second soul was still by his side, ready to provide support at any moment. Of course, even if he couldn't win, he was prepared to retreat at any time.
Zhang Ling didn't feel much fear. Instead, a thought arose in his mind, wanting to compete with this person and test his current strength.
After all, his cultivation was approaching the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, and he had also killed Nascent Soul cultivators, not just some small fry. He couldn't just retreat in the face of the enemy.
For a time, both of them silently unleashed their techniques. From a distance, the sky on this side became strange.
One half of the sky was filled with green light, with a ghost hand holding a ghost seal, releasing large patches of gray-green ghost mist, filled with shadowy figures, flying ghost heads, and blue-faced, fanged ghost spirits constantly transforming, countless in number, as if it were a ghost realm.
The other half of the sky was filled with yellow sand, with more than a dozen earth dragons rapidly coiling, and seven flying swords emitting bursts of sword cries.
Moreover, a black and red giant claw was constantly growing larger in the sky. The five claws were slightly open, revealing countless black, glowing claw marks.
Activating the Black Bone Giant Claw with all his might, Zhang Ling consumed about thirty percent of his spiritual power in the blink of an eye. Sensing the spiritual power fluctuations on this treasure, he was secretly shocked.
In the short span of a few breaths, the ghost-faced cultivator transformed into a Heavenly Ghost seemed to have completed his spellcasting, and the emerald green ghost seal emitted a dazzling green light.
Countless ghost shadows seemed to be summoned, overlapping each other and gathering on the ghost seal. But they did not merge into it, instead condensing into a huge, terrifying ghost head. It was about ninety to one hundred and twenty meters in size, like a flying skull ghost, but with five different faces.
The foremost ghost face had red hair and a blue face, with a single horn on its head, its large mouth opening and closing, revealing rows of sharp fangs.
The left side was a jet-black ghost face, with bulging eyes and a blood-red snake constantly writhing in its mouth. The right side was a gray-white ghost face, looking ordinary, but the mask was precisely the pale face of the youth.
There were two other ghost faces, vaguely indistinct, only showing a blood-red light and an emerald green light.
The five-faced ghost head swayed gently, carrying a fierce yin wind, pressing down.
Seeing this strange ghost head, Zhang Ling was secretly shocked. The yin energy it exuded, in terms of spiritual power intensity alone, was forty to fifty percent stronger than his Black Bone Giant Claw.
The emerald green ghost seal was indeed much stronger than his Black Bone Giant Claw.
The five-faced ghost head arrived in front of him, and the swirling yin wind blew away a large patch of yellow sand protecting him.
The powerful impact was already pressing down, leaving Zhang Ling no room for distraction. With a thought, the Black Bone Giant Claw, which had already grown to two hundred and ten to two hundred and forty meters in size, fearlessly grabbed out.
The whistling wind and the crackling explosions immediately erupted in mid-air, unleashing countless black, glowing claw rays, and emerald green yin winds, intertwining and tearing at each other.
The entire sky flickered erratically.
Time seemed to stand still, with the five-faced ghost head and the Black Bone Giant Claw locked in a stalemate in the air.
Only booming sounds constantly entered his ears. The terrifying shockwaves swept in all directions, causing mountains, rocks, grass, and trees to crumble and turn into dust.
The two treasures seemed to be evenly matched, but Zhang Ling immediately discovered that the spiritual light of the Black Bone Giant Claw was constantly weakening, becoming very unstable.
The five-faced ghost head even spewed out streams of emerald green yin fire, forming countless fire snakes. Although most of them were blocked by the Black Bone Giant Claw, a small portion of the attacks still struck from both sides.
Zhang Ling cast magic techniques towards the Black Bone Giant Claw, relentlessly pouring in spiritual power to stabilize the treasure.
At the same time, with a thought, the sword light formed by the seven flying swords disintegrated, turning into shining sword beams, extinguishing the incoming yin fire.
Layers of yellow sand rapidly tightened, forming layers of sand walls, protecting his entire body.
Even so, the Black Bone Giant Claw was still being slowly lowered and constantly shrinking.
It looked like it could only last for a few more breaths.
Zhang Ling's sleeves flashed with lightning, activating the Lightning Spirit Shuttle. Since he couldn't match the enemy's treasure in power, he naturally wouldn't stand still and foolishly resist.
He planned to immediately use the Lightning Escape Technique to escape.
A layer of lightning covered his body, and Zhang Ling turned into a bolt of lightning, quickly moving backwards. At the same time, with a thought, the seven flying swords and the Heavenly Star Sand also rolled back, following him as he retreated rapidly.
Only the Black Bone Giant Claw remained in place, resisting the attack.
The Black Tortoise was naturally wrapped in the lightning, closely following beside him, never leaving his side.
However, just as he left the spot by sixty to ninety meters, a cold snort came from behind. "You think it'll be that easy to leave?"
A twelve-foot-tall red-faced ghost appeared behind him, the voice coming from it belonging to the ghost-faced cultivator.
The red-faced ghost grinned, slashing with the ghost-head knife in its hand.
Zhang Ling's body flashed with lightning, changing direction and escaping to the other side. However, in this direction, strange ghost-fire chains appeared, entangling towards him.
He quickly stopped his escape, and seven blue-golden sword lights quickly slashed out, shattering the chains.
But before he could rejoice, popping sounds erupted beneath his feet, and streams of green light shot over, constantly attacking the quicksand protecting his body.
It was the numerous bone shards transformed from the Profound Moon Treasure Blade.
At the same time, green light flashed above his head, and a half-blue, half-red ghost face appeared. It smiled hideously, and the jet-black horn on its forehead turned blood red, swaying strangely, and a thick red light shot out.
Sensing the spiritual pressure emanating from the red light, Zhang Ling immediately judged that the Heavenly Star Sand's protection alone wouldn't be able to withstand it.
With a thought, the Black Tortoise, which had always been by his side, raised its head and spat out a black stone mirror, crackling with black-blue lightning. A thick ray of lightning shot out.
With a loud boom, the blood light and lightning collided and canceled each other out. The Black Tortoise released the Water Astral Divine Lightning condensed on the stone mirror in one go, barely offsetting the attack.
Zhang Ling didn't have time to feel sorry for the consumption, as he was pushed back several yards by the shockwave before stabilizing himself.
Immediately after, a green ghost claw and a red ghost claw fiercely grabbed over, instantly tearing through the outer layer of yellow sand protecting him.
The sharp claw rays struck his body, but were all blocked by a layer of black light on his body. It was the protection of the Saint Demon Armor.
The Saint Demon Armor on his body seemed to have a life of its own, dividing into more than a dozen thick vines, entwining the two ghost claws in reverse.
A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes, and more than a dozen Thunderfire Pearls were thrown out, striking the two ghost claws, and a large patch of thunder and fire exploded.
The two ghost claws were shattered, and he even heard a muffled groan, indicating that the enemy had suffered some damage.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, his body flashed with lightning. Wrapped in the Black Tortoise, he used the Lightning Escape Technique, creating a distance of two hundred to two hundred and forty meters.
The Heavenly Ghost transformed from the ghost-faced man happened to appear not far from where he had been standing, looking at him coldly. However, the Heavenly Ghost's figure was only about twelve feet tall.
Zhang Ling glanced at the other side. The Heavenly Ghost controlling the five-faced ghost head had not disappeared. But with a sweep of his divine sense, he noticed that although that Heavenly Ghost was tall, it was only a phantom.
The Heavenly Ghost in front of him, only twelve feet tall, was the true body. This person was not only stronger than him, but also used such sneaky tactics.
Zhang Ling felt a little uneasy in his heart, took a breath, and calmed his mind. The yellow sand that had been torn apart quickly flowed back to in front of him.
With a point of his mind, the seven flying swords released beams of sword light, protecting his body tightly.
The Four Directions Flag reappeared in his hand, shaking out a gray mist, gathering above his head.
The Heavenly Ghost expressionlessly swept a glance at the gray mist of the Four Directions Flag, seeming to know that this was no ordinary means, and with a flash of its figure, it transformed into a green light, directly flying back into the huge Heavenly Ghost's body.
This person let out a sharp roar, controlling the five-faced ghost head, instantly pushing the Black Bone Giant Claw back continuously.
Zhang Ling naturally cast a series of magic techniques, merging them into the Black Bone Giant Claw, desperately resisting this impact.
But still, after only one or two breaths, the Black Bone Giant Claw was struck away with its spiritual light dimmed.
The five-faced ghost head cackled strangely and charged over. Fortunately, after a period of consumption, the spiritual power fluctuations on the ghost head had consumed seventy to eighty percent.
Zhang Ling flicked his fingers, and the seven flying swords re-condensed together, transforming into the White Tiger Sword Spirit, spewing out beams of sword light and shooting out.
The loud crashing sounds constantly impacted the ghost head, and although the ghost face shook constantly from the strikes, it didn't seem to cause any substantial damage.
Zhang Ling frowned and moved his body in a flash of lightning. He thought to himself, it seemed that he could only escape as soon as possible. If he continued to fight this person, his life would really be in danger.
With a thought, he recalled the Black Bone Giant Claw, and the Black Tortoise also transformed into a small turtle, entering his sleeve.
In his other hand, he was also holding a colorful bubble. Zhang Ling planned to use this ancient treasure to conjure illusory clones to escape.
But then, the Heavenly Ghost suddenly seemed to discover something, inexplicably turning its head to look in the other direction. Its expression immediately became complicated.
It quickly turned back to give him a cold look, pointing at the five-faced ghost head. The strange ghost head transformed into a green light, turning back into the ghost seal, and was directly put away.
The Heavenly Ghost's body also shrunk, revealing its original youthful face, but its complexion became even paler.
This battle had also consumed him a lot. He took a deep look at Zhang Ling,
The young man's hand flashed with spiritual light, and he sacrificed a red umbrella, turning into a faint red blood light, disappearing into the horizon in a few flashes.
He retreated!
Zhang Ling frowned slightly, quickly checking the surroundings with his divine sense, noticing that this person had really left him, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Immediately after, he also looked in the direction that the ghost-faced cultivator had just looked, and smiled wryly in his heart. It turned out that Senior Brother Tian Feng and the others had arrived.
No wonder this person retreated immediately.
With no danger present, Zhang Ling pointed at the several magic treasures in front of him, leaving only two flying swords, and putting the rest away. The Black Tortoise also entered the Sumeru Cave Mansion, hiding itself.
After a few breaths, three rays of light appeared in the southern sky, speeding towards him. Flying in the forefront was Senior Brother Tian Feng. "Junior Brother, are you alright?" Senior Brother Tian Feng's concerned voice came over.
"I've made Senior Brother worry, I'm fine," Zhang Ling responded with a smile.
Tian Feng Old Ancestor approached in a few flashes, looking Zhang Ling up and down. Seeing that his junior brother was really alright, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Afterwards, noticing the mess all around, with several mountain peaks collapsing, the ground was pitted and uneven, and dust was flying everywhere.
They had sensed strong spiritual power fluctuations here earlier and immediately rushed over. Tian Feng Old Ancestor didn't really see the process of Zhang Ling fighting the ghost-faced cultivator.
He only saw the mid-Nascent Soul stage ghost-faced cultivator disappearing in a flash.
But according to the extremely strong yin spiritual power remaining here, as well as the various chaotic spiritual powers, the aftermath of such an intense battle was imaginable.
"Senior Brother, have the other two enemies been dealt with?" Zhang Ling glanced at the Purple Cloud Old Daoist and White Crane Old Ghost who had come later, changing the subject.
"Hmph, those two guys didn't even fight, they just left. It's you who faced a powerful mid-Nascent Soul stage enemy, that was too dangerous," Tian Feng Old Ancestor smiled helplessly.
