The green mist bubbled and gurgled, releasing countless green bubbles, creating a rather eerie scene.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly. The white-faced old man's green mist had a strong, foul odor, indicating it was highly poisonous.
With a thought, the Earth Yuan Gourd appeared in his hand, and a large mass of Celestial Star Sand poured out, solidifying into two Earthly Fiend Earth Spirits that charged into the green mist.
The green bubbles in the mist burst with a 'pop, pop' sound, creating bursts of impact. However, the impact wasn't strong, only equivalent to firecrackers exploding.
But after the explosion, specks of green starlight scattered, adhering to the Celestial Star Sand like sparks.
The two Earthly Fiend Earth Spirits formed from Celestial Star Sand began to emit green smoke, and the surface layer of sand turned dark black, showing signs of slight corrosion.
Zhang Ling, expressionless, flicked his hand and cast several magic seals. More Celestial Star Sand poured out, rapidly rotating and transforming into a yellow sandstorm that swept over.
Wherever the sandstorm passed, sand and rocks flew, and large patches of green mist were blown away.
The white-faced old man naturally had more than just this means. As most of the green mist was blown away, a jade-green jar appeared in his hand.
The white-faced old man grinned hideously and reached into the jar with one hand. But he instantly pulled it out, his forearm now skin and bones, as if something had sucked its blood.
The man didn't care and tossed the jar. With a muffled bang, the jar exploded, and countless black shadows flew out, spreading in all directions.
Zhang Ling scanned with his divine sense and discovered that they were actually ink-black rats, numbering hundreds at a glance. They weren't large, but they all emitted a green light and moved extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, they spread around him, attacking him from all sides.
Zhang Ling thought to himself that this man indeed had some tricks. He naturally wouldn't be careless and didn't move. He simply produced a small yellow flag, and with a gentle wave, a cloud of gray mist appeared.
The rushing rats immediately seemed to be affected by some kind of taboo and were frozen in the air.
Immediately afterward, Zhang Ling also flung out the remaining four flying swords, which transformed into golden-azure sword light, easily slaying several of the rats.
For hundreds of rats, the death of a few didn't have much impact.
However, after the sword light killed more than a dozen rats, the rats turned into black smoke and dissipated instantly.
"Ah, how is this possible, my Magic Light Rats!" The white-faced old man cried out in alarm. These were special magical beasts he had cultivated with his essence blood. Although their attack power wasn't strong, they had the ability to divide. What looked like hundreds were actually only a dozen or so.
Releasing this skill was meant to confuse and restrain his opponent. Yet, they were all killed in the blink of an eye.
Could it be that this kid's divine sense is comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator? Otherwise, how could he have seen through the true forms of the Magic Light Rats so quickly?
Zhang Ling naturally didn't know what the old man was thinking, but he had indeed relied on his divine sense to see through the true forms of these rats.
A rustling sound rang in his ears. While the old man was stunned, the sandstorm formed by a large amount of Celestial Star Sand had already surrounded him.
The enemy's flying swords were hidden within, releasing waves of sword light to strike.
The old man roared, and the green light on his cane flickered, as if it were alive, transforming into a larger green python.
Carrying the old man, it charged directly upwards, trying to escape the sandstorm's encirclement.
The scales on the green python's body, like countless jade-green leaves, all flew up, creating a constant '嗖嗖' sound as they cut through the air, drawing green shadows all around.
They blocked countless sword lights. The green python's mouth spewed out a foul-smelling green mist, which was highly corrosive and created a gap in the sandbag.
The old man was overjoyed and quickly escaped. But as soon as he reached the outside, his body sank, and his movement was immediately greatly affected.
Before his eyes was a gray haze. Outside the sand layer was actually another layer of gray restriction.
Immediately afterward, a dazzling sword light slashed over. Knowing something was wrong, the old man mobilized all his spiritual power, turning it into a thick green light shield, barely holding open the gray mist.
The green python under his feet coiled around to protect his whole body. He also produced a black wooden shield in his hand, blocking most of his body.
The sword light struck, directly shattering the green python. With a clang, it hit the black wooden shield, splitting the shield in half.
The sword light then irresistibly cleaved through the last layer of green light shield on the old man's body.
At the moment of life and death, the white-faced old man twisted his body, dodging the sword light's slash, but he didn't completely avoid it. Both of his legs were severed, spraying a large amount of blood.
This man cultivated wood-attribute spiritual energy. Zhang Ling's flying sword, after so many years of tempering and the fusion of the White Tiger Sword Spirit, was absolutely comparable to a top-tier gold-attribute magical treasure.
It was the most restrained against wood-attribute energy. Moreover, this old man's strength was already damaged. It was easy to break through several layers of his defenses.
The old man's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped down his back. He had already lost the will to fight. Just as he was about to make another move, a flash of silver light passed before his eyes. A long silver needle pierced through his brow.
A few drops of blood spurted out. The old man looked bewildered, seemingly unable to believe this scene. His dim eyes blinked, and he felt his body was out of control.
The sword light that had just slipped past, under Zhang Ling's control, divided into seven glittering flying swords, which swarmed up. The old man's body was chopped into pieces.
In the blood mist, a green light flickered, and a green infant's small face was full of shock, letting out a piercing scream.
The small hands quickly formed a magic seal, and the green, glittering infant's body instantly blurred, initiating a teleportation, trying to escape from the spot.
However, the gray mist that had just been held open had already closed again, wrapping the old man's Nascent Soul inside.
Outside, the quicksand reversed, and the broken sandbag covered it layer upon layer.
Teleportation wasn't a spatial divine ability. It was a divine ability performed by the Nascent Soul cultivator's Nascent Soul spirit body, which became extremely light after leaving the physical body.
It was easy to escape a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.
But once a cultivator's Nascent Soul was sealed off on all sides, no matter how fast it was, it was useless.
It was like being trapped in a box. No matter how fast you were, if you couldn't break the box, you naturally couldn't escape.
Zhang Ling was expressionless, his eyes cold, controlling the flying swords to shuttle through the gray mist, killing the green Nascent Soul that was constantly teleporting.
The old man's Nascent Soul screamed constantly. Zhang Ling turned a blind eye. After a few breaths, there was no more sound in the gray mist.
With a grab of his hand, two dark green storage bags fell into Zhang Ling's hand, and he put them in his sleeve. At the same time, he held a glittering silver flying needle between his fingers.
This was exactly the ancient treasure of the flying needle that was inserted into the headless golden-armored puppet in the spiritual vein of the Misty God Palace. He had just roughly tested its power, and it had indeed not disappointed him.
After putting away the flying needle, he also surrounded himself with the flying sword, and the Celestial Star Sand also flowed back into the Earth Yuan Gourd.
Killing this white-faced old man was quite easy for Zhang Ling. Although this person's injuries hadn't healed, he had taken a little advantage.
But being so easy was also a sign of his extraordinary strength.
Putting away his thoughts, Zhang Ling's divine sense scanned downwards. I haven't forgotten that this is a battlefield, and there's more than one enemy.
At this time, the battlefield below was even more chaotic.
The alien demon army had already attacked the city, and all the black cloud towers under the city had been removed. Several huge demon-horned rhinoceroses were frantically ramming the city walls.
A louder sound came from the rumbling.
The alien demon army was now hiding in a purple light curtain painted by plants, releasing fireballs, ice cones, wood thorns, and other five-elemental spells in their hands.
Although the power wasn't great, tens of thousands of cultivators attacked together, and these small spells were connected into a single piece, constantly attacking, comparable to high-level spells.
The restrictions on Black Wind City were also flashing wildly, showing an unknown situation.
The cultivators on the city wall were also attacking desperately, either twisting huge stones and smashing them down, or the remaining black cloud towers on the city wall emitted beams of huge light.
For a time, it was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand.
Zhang Ling glanced at it slightly and looked at the battle groups of other Nascent Soul old monsters.
The final victory or defeat still depended on these few.
Not far from him was the battle group of Black Hawk Shangren, where the shouts continued.
Black Hawk Shangren released a giant scorpion spirit beast and was fighting fiercely with a white, glittering figure.
That person's body was covered with red and white scales, and he also had a strange horn on his head. It seemed that he was also a body cultivator.
To Zhang Ling's right, in the distance, the fire was blazing, and a fire cloud of fifty to sixty zhang was constantly condensing into fire dragons. This was the means of the Fire Spirit Old Man, which also seemed quite extraordinary.
But the Fire Spirit Old Man was at a disadvantage, hiding in the fire cloud and only releasing various fire-attribute attacks.
His opponent was the gloomy black-robed cultivator, indeed a ghost cultivator. This man was shaking a black and white long banner in his hand, creating an even larger ghost mist, with vague ghost shadows floating out of it, making it impossible to see how many there were.
"Soul Refining Banner."
Zhang Ling glanced at it and recognized the black banner, which was actually the same magic weapon recorded in the Underworld King Art.
Magic weapons like this Yin Soul Banner were common treasures used by ghost cultivators. Most of them condensed fierce souls and evil spirits to refine powerful ghost spirits.
And he could recognize that this was a magic weapon in the Underworld King Art, which was easy to identify. The Soul Refining Banner, the black and white long banner, was a clear feature.
The blood-red skulls hanging on both sides of the banner flag laughed strangely, spitting out clusters of ghostly fire.
Fortunately, although the Ghost Spirit Old Man was at a disadvantage, it seemed that it wouldn't be a problem to hold on for a while.
As for Xue Hao and that Elder Sun, they were also fighting fiercely with the other two alien demon Nascent Soul old monsters, each occupying an area in the air, and it was impossible to tell who was winning.
In the more distant sky, the sound of rushing water continued, and two huge water dragons descended from the sky, suppressing the demon-patterned man and another alien demon cultivator.
This was Zhao Guangming's method, and this person had a clear advantage.
Zhang Ling wasn't surprised by this. After all, Zhao Guangming's cultivation base was a notch higher than those two alien demons. It seemed difficult to win in a short time.
That demon-patterned man's cultivation base was also quite extraordinary, and he was also a body cultivator. At this moment, his body was shining in purple light, turning into a giant more than ten zhang tall. The wolf-toothed club in his hand glowed with scarlet blood, cutting through the air, and there was a burst of whistling wind.
He withstood Zhao Guangming's attack.
The alien demon with a similar face was standing next to the big man. It seemed that he and this big man were brothers.
That person sacrificed two flying swords, one black and one purple, which transformed into two strange fish, one black and one purple. The two strange fish were very similar, with flat bodies, like wide flying swords.
They shuttled quickly in the air, not afraid of Zhao Guangming's water dragon attacks, and constantly slashed towards Zhao Guangming.
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes and felt that this wasn't an ordinary spirit condensation technique, but the weapon spirits fused into the two flying swords.
This was rare, no wonder it looked extraordinary.
In front of Zhao Guangming, there were still a few dark blue beads floating. Strands of dark blue electric light were wrapped around the beads, and there was a crackling sound.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling's mouth twitched again, because he saw another familiar method. The dark blue arc was actually Water Astral Divine Lightning.
He didn't expect Zhao Guangming to also cultivate this Yin Water Lightning divine power. It seemed to be much more powerful than the stone mirror in his hand.
Zhang Ling thought to himself, but his movements weren't slow. With a blur, he turned into a faint shadow and headed towards that side.
The battlefield was changing rapidly. Now that he had solved the enemy, he would take this opportunity to quickly assist his companions in solving their opponents.
The reason for choosing Zhao Guangming was that Zhao Guangming was the strongest. Once he assisted Zhao Guangming in solving these two enemies, their chances of winning would naturally increase greatly.
Crackling thunder light shone, and Zhao Guangming quickly waved his hands, casting magic seals into the beads beside him.
The released water was even deeper, intertwined with each other, forming a dark blue thunder net that expanded in all directions, trying to capture the flying fish transformed by the two flying swords.
However, the enemy's two flying swords were very spiritual and difficult to entangle.
They had to be ignored, and the two flying swords constantly interfered from the side, Zhao Guangming's face became more and more gloomy.
If he fully dealt with these two flying swords, the demon-patterned man entangled by the water dragon below would attack.
Once the body cultivator was promoted, although his strength was a notch higher, it wasn't easy to deal with.
Zhao Guangming was in a dilemma. Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.
Zhao Guangming's eyes flickered, and he suddenly roared. He pointed at the blue beads in front of him. He released more water, and the divine thunder directly twisted into a thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon circled around, and Zhao Guangming slammed his chest, spitting out a ball of blood essence, which merged into it.
The dark blue thunder dragon transformed by the Water Astral Divine Thunder actually turned into a strange blue and red color. It actually took on a strong blood evil.
"Two demons, taste my blood thunder technique." Zhao Guangming roared and pressed down with both hands. The thunder dragon rushed down.
A huge thunderclap came from the sky, and a **** strange thunder light struck down.
"Be careful, this old fellow's supernatural power is not easy to use."
The demon-patterned man and the other man were shocked. They quickly rushed to one side, trying to avoid this powerful attack.
Zhao Guangming's two water dragons naturally wouldn't let them escape easily. The two water dragons intertwined with each other, turning into the largest water tornado, trapping an area of thirty to forty zhang.
