"Kill... kill." The blue-faced ghost general made a hoarse sound, and stabbed forward with a dark bone spear in his hand. A dazzling black light shot out, directly attacking the ghost monkey.
The ghost monkey had just devoured a Yin soul and was in a state of excitement when it was suddenly hit by the black light. The ghost face it had transformed into swayed a few times before re-condensing into the appearance of a ghost monkey. It stared angrily at the blue-faced ghost general and pounced directly at him.
At the same time, the hundreds of Yin soldiers also roared in unison. Each of them had a green light flashing in their eyes, and they actually condensed gray spears in their hands, which they threw over with a whooshing sound.
This astonishing aura gave the feeling of a volley of arrows.
Zhang Ling's eyes also narrowed slightly as he sensed that the spears thrown by these Yin souls were only condensed from Yin energy and were not real weapons.
But the momentum of the barrage was no weaker than ordinary high-level spells. It had quite some power.
Zhang Ling still did not act. It seemed that this team of Yin soldiers was quite strong, but he was confident that they would not cause any harm to the ghost monkey.
The ghost monkey also let out a roar, its body directly transforming into a black-haired giant ape several dozen feet tall. It thumped its chest a few times, and its hideous ghost face spewed out a patch of emerald green Yin fire.
Wherever it passed, the Yin wind surged. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were constant.
The team of hundreds of Yin soldiers, as if throwing themselves into a raging fire, turned into wisps of green smoke with screams.
Only the leading high-level blue-faced ghost general seemed to have quite a bit of intelligence. He let out a mournful cry, and the blood-red warhorse under his crotch turned into a streak of blood and fled backward.
The ghost monkey naturally would not let him go. Yin fire flickered on its two dark ghost claws as it grabbed fiercely.
"Leave his remnant soul behind," Zhang Ling said expressionlessly.
Hearing his words, the ghost monkey immediately retracted its ghost claws and transformed back into a ball of black Yin wind, whistling past.
It directly trapped the blue-faced ghost general within it. Only a few strange roars were heard, and then there was no sound.
As the Yin wind dissipated, the ghost monkey, holding a gray-green ghost core in its hand, darted in front of Zhang Ling and offered it like a treasure.
Zhang Ling cast a yellow light to envelop the ghost core and began to cast a soul-searching technique with his eyes slightly narrowed.
The ghost core trembled slightly, and a blue-faced, fanged ghost face emerged on it. It wanted to break free from its restraints, but to no avail.
This blue-faced ghost general was able to gather a team of Yin soldiers, which was a rare phenomenon, and was obviously somewhat intelligent.
Performing a soul search on him might yield some gains.
In a short while, Zhang Ling finished the search and threw the ghost core in his hand to the ghost monkey.
The ghost monkey leaped up and swallowed the sixth-order ghost core, along with the remnant soul of the ghost general, in one gulp. It let out a strange laugh of satisfaction.
Zhang Ling stood expressionlessly on the spot, sorting out the information he had obtained from the soul search.
This blue-faced ghost general did have some intelligence, but the information obtained from the soul search was limited.
However, Zhang Ling still made some discoveries. From the ghost spirit's remaining memories, he gained some understanding of this ghost mist.
Among them was a memory from the blue-faced ghost general's lifetime.
The blue-faced ghost general was a frontier general of a small country in his lifetime, in charge of tens of thousands of soldiers.
During a great battle with the enemy's army, the two sides were evenly matched and fell into a bitter fight.
But when the battlefield was in a stalemate, the sky suddenly changed drastically. A cloud of dark clouds appeared in the originally clear sky. From the dark clouds, beams of light descended, enveloping the entire battlefield.
Before his death, this person saw hideous ghosts appearing on the battlefield.
From this, Zhang Ling could infer that the scene this person saw in his lifetime was likely a high-level cultivator who needed to collect living souls and appeared on the battlefield to achieve his goal by killing many mortals.
Although this kind of thing is not openly discussed, it is not uncommon in the cultivation world.
Some cultivators may not openly sacrifice large numbers of mortals, but they can control large-scale wars in mortal kingdoms in order to collect materials such as living souls, baleful aura, and resentment.
The blue-faced ghost general was originally just a mortal, but his remnant soul was able to reach the level of a high-level ghost in this ghost mist.
That means this ghost mist has existed for a very long time. This area may be a ghost domain specifically sealed by some cultivator.
As for which cultivator it was, the most likely candidate is True Person Shenguang. Otherwise, how would this ghost domain suddenly appear in this area?
After thinking for a moment, he could not come up with an accurate answer. As far as Zhang Ling knew, True Person Shenguang was not a ghost cultivator. He might have created this ghost domain for some other purpose.
Zhang Ling chuckled and continued forward. He would not dwell on this matter too much.
Through the soul search just now, he also learned from the blue-faced ghost general's consciousness that there was a special place in this ghost mist that many Yin souls could not approach.
Zhang Ling planned to go there and take a look. They had come here to search for treasure.
If there is a special place in the ghost mist, it is most likely to contain rare treasures.
Of course, there may also be dangers. But this risk is worth taking.
On the way to the deeper part of the ghost mist, they encountered many more Yin souls. Among them, they also encountered several teams of Yin souls like the blue-faced ghost general.
Some had hundreds, some had thousands. Among them, there were several high-level ghosts.
This ghost mist area was much larger than Zhang Ling had imagined. Of course, it posed no threat to him and was all devoured by the ghost monkey.
His ghost pet has devoured a lot of ghosts, and its strength has basically recovered.
This can be considered an unexpected gain.
After traveling in this way for half an hour, they crossed a hill, and the strange trees around them became much fewer. On the other side of the hill was a flat area.
Upon arriving here, the Yin baleful aura felt even stronger, and gusts of wind howled constantly in their ears, sending chills down their spines.
Looking into the distance, Zhang Ling also saw a strange blood river lying across the ground. But he did not feel any blood baleful aura. With a sweep of his divine sense, Zhang Ling noticed that it was not a blood river, but a Yin water river with a large patch of red strange flowers growing on it, dyeing the entire river blood red.
On the other side of the blood river, there was an area covered in semi-white and semi-red mist. That was the special area in this place. Half of the area was shrouded in white mist, and half was shrouded in red mist, clearly divided and very strange.
Zhang Ling sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from there were not Yin baleful ghost mist, which was why the ghosts here could not approach it.
There was obviously some kind of restriction.
As they approached the semi-white and semi-red mist area, Zhang Ling sensed an invisible wind pressure blocking their path.
This wind pressure was silent and did not make any noise, but as they walked, a terrifying pulling force would appear on their sides, causing them to deviate from their direction.
This greatly restricted his movements. After taking a few steps, Zhang Ling's figure swayed a few times, sometimes sliding a distance to the left for no reason, and sometimes drifting several feet away.
It looked a little comical.
Zhang Ling frowned and stopped temporarily, observing the situation ahead.
As he spread out his divine sense, he sensed some constantly rotating wind clusters wandering in the air and on the ground.
Some of these wind clusters formed suction, and some formed thrust. They were preventing him from moving forward.
After observing the surroundings for a while, Zhang Ling chuckled. He cast a magic seal with his hand, and a layer of yellow light rose from his body. Then, some white dots of light appeared in the yellow light, quickly rotating around his body.
Even the spiritual light on his body turned into a two-colored golden-white color and rotated rapidly, forming a layer of golden-white wind layer.
With a flash of golden light under his feet, Zhang quickly darted out. After moving forward for more than ten feet, he suddenly paused for a moment, and then slid a distance to the right.
In this way, he occasionally paused and then suddenly moved forward quickly.
It looked similar to how he was blocked from moving forward by the wind pressure just now.
But the speed of travel was several times faster, giving a feeling of ease.
This was because he had roughly figured out the knack of the wind pressure. By using the invisible wind pressure to ride the wind, he could naturally save a lot of energy.
This is actually the principle of the wind control technique.
It's just that the invisible wind pressure in this area is too strong. Ordinary cultivators cannot use the wind control technique here at all. This is the reason for the slow movement.
After finding the knack, the journey forward naturally became much faster. After a quarter of an hour, they crossed the river full of red strange flowers and arrived at the semi-red and semi-white mist area.
Standing at the edge of the mist, he swept his divine sense inside. What he saw was a ruin. The ground was covered with gray-black stones and many red flowers.
These flowers grew straight, with slender dark green stems and many curled red petals at the top, intertwined with each other, interspersed with stamens like hair, and the ends of the stamens flickered with red light the size of rice grains.
Like the red flowers on the river, they were of the same species. Slightly different was that the red flowers in the mist area on the shore grew more vividly, as red as blood.
Swaying gently in the wind, a layer of red mist floated on the ground. This kind of red flower gathered Yin baleful aura and was a kind of spiritual flower.
It's just that he didn't recognize it.
"Dead spirit flower, no wonder the death aura is so heavy here." At this time, a black gourd flew out of his sleeve.
The gourd flashed with spiritual light, and Bluebird flew out of it. He reached out and gently beckoned, and a red flower at his feet was pulled up.
"Dead spirit flower, a special spiritual flower?" Zhang Ling muttered and asked. This kind of red flower actually alarmed Bluebird. Could it have any special effect?
Although he didn't recognize this kind of red flower, according to the spiritual power sensing on it, it was at most a first or second grade spiritual medicine.
It was basically of no use to a high-level cultivator like him.
"Hehe, haven't you noticed that besides this kind of flower, there are no plants in this area?" Bluebird chuckled and pointed at the red flower in front of him, and the entire red flower exploded into a layer of crimson mist.
"Dead spirit flowers, ordinary Yin baleful places will not have them. They need a lot of death aura to brew. This is a ghost flower from the Nether Netherworld, said to only bloom on the Yellow Spring Road."
Hearing this, Zhang Ling frowned slightly. Death aura is a corrupt aura formed after the death of a living being and the decay of its body.
As expected, upon careful sensing, there was a faint floral fragrance in the air. It was not a good thing to inhale it. It made the spiritual power in his body run slightly sluggishly.
However, this discomfort was dispelled by the flashing of spiritual light on Zhang Ling's body.
Zhang Ling glanced at Bluebird, smiled, and asked again. "Senior suddenly came out and said the name of this flower, could it be that you have found something?"
He didn't think that Bluebird just wanted to tell him the name of this flower.
"Are you going to enter inside to investigate?" Bluebird glanced at him and asked back.
"Of course, the purpose of coming here is to explore treasures. Naturally, this special place must be investigated."
"According to my observation, the Yin baleful spiritual power in this mist is unusual." After saying this, Bluebird ignored him and walked directly into the mist.
It seemed that he also planned to investigate.
This was beyond Zhang Ling's expectations. He chuckled and followed.
The ghost monkey also screamed strangely, its dark eyes looked at Bluebird, and it followed jumping and jumping.
After taking a few steps, this guy picked a dead spirit flower(死灵花: Dead spirit flower), looked at it a few times and abandoned it, then picked another one again, having fun.
But the ghost monkey did not devour this spiritual flower, it seemed uninterested.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling's mind moved and communicated with the ghost monkey. The ghost monkey said that this flower cannot be eaten.
This seemed to confirm that this area was somewhat unusual.
After passing through a pile of rocks, a pillar more than ten feet high appeared in front of them. Bluebird stopped in front of the pillar and looked at it with great interest.
This pillar was not a stone pillar, but a bronze pillar, and its shape was also quite strange. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the whole was square. Many ghost patterns were carved on it.
But the spiritual light was dim, and many cracks could be seen on the bronze pillar. Although I don't know what it was originally used for, it seems to have been broken.
"Eh, this thing is actually made of cold copper iron." After looking at it a few times, Zhang Ling's eyes lit up and he recognized the material of the bronze pillar.
Cold copper iron(寒铜铁: cold copper iron) is a Yin cold attribute spiritual ore with very little production. This pillar uses tens of thousands of pounds of cold copper iron. The value is at least over a million spiritual stones.
Just moving it away, the melting material alone is a great harvest.
Zhang Ling shook his hand and released a ball of yellow sand, intending to move away the bronze pillar directly.
"Wait." Bluebird stopped his movements and then reached out and pressed on the bronze pillar.
When his hand touched the bronze pillar, the bronze pillar immediately vibrated. The ghost patterns engraved on it emitted a dark green light.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows. This bronze pillar looked dim, but it could still be used.
Bluebird also quickly retracted his hand.
But the vibration of the bronze pillar did not stop, but intensified. The entire ground shook, and the bronze pillar seemed to want to be pulled out of the ground.
This scene was obviously not a good sign. Zhang Ling released two flying swords, and the sky star sand also flowed in front of him, condensing into an earth dragon. Ready to shoot at any time.
However, the mist above the bronze pillar suddenly rolled. A shining white light fell down.
Zhang Ling's face changed slightly, and he quickly retreated more than ten feet away. Nan Que also floated lightly and turned into a flame, retreating to the side.
With a loud bang, the white light fell directly on the bronze pillar. The crackling sound continued, and the entire bronze pillar was covered with a layer of white lightning.
