The Nascent Soul puppet's attack was also closing in.
The Ox-Head Ghost opened its mouth, and a patch of crimson ghost fire transformed into a wall of fire, easily blocking the puppet's golden light and wooden spike attacks.
Seeing this, the Puppet Spirit Old Freak's face turned gloomy. He patted a bag at his waist, and more than a dozen rays of spiritual light appeared in front of him. After the spiritual light dissipated, more than a dozen puppets of various shapes appeared, each emitting a not-weak aura; all were high-level puppets.
Among them were several Iron Lion puppets that Zhang Ling was quite familiar with, as well as the Green Wolf puppet he had found in the Hall of Lost Gods before.
The Iron Lion puppets flashed with fire, shooting out huge fireballs.
The Green Wolf puppets swayed, transforming into streaks of green light and pouncing over. Their movements were extremely fast, and it seemed they wanted to fight up close.
There were also two types of high-level puppets that Zhang Ling had never seen before: one was a giant bird puppet covered in snow-white feathers, its wings flapping with a whooshing sound, creating a large patch of wind blades.
The last type of puppet had an extremely strange appearance, neither humanoid nor a puppet beast, but more like some kind of giant mechanical device.
It was a bronze ball about a foot in size. With a series of cracking sounds, the bronze ball unfolded like petals, then combined into a circular bronze plate several feet in size.
Several high-grade spirit stones flew out from the Puppet Spirit Old Freak and were inlaid on the bronze plate.
The sound of rattling chains rang out. A dozen chains of different colors were wrapped around the bottom of the bronze plate, and each chain had a bronze head attached to its end, including giant bronze beast heads and giant bronze human heads, each with a different image.
Five-colored spiritual light flashed on the bronze plate, and the bronze heads dragged by the chains spewed out flames, ice blades, wind blades, and other attacks. Although they were all ordinary five-element attacks, they formed a dense array, creating a terrifying momentum.
"Brother Shi, Fellow Daoist Tianfeng, this person is extremely powerful. Facing him alone is no match. If you two can assist me, plus my two five-element puppets and this mechanical face-beast plate under my feet, we can hold him back for a while. As for the other three enemies, we can only leave them to the other fellow Daoists to deal with for now."
While releasing numerous puppets, the Puppet Spirit Old Freak also communicated with the Tianfeng Old Ancestor, Zhang Ling, and others via voice transmission to discuss the battle.
Zhang Ling and the others knew that the situation was not good. If they fled, they might be defeated one by one by this Grand Cultivator. It would be better to fight together, first holding these people back and waiting for the other cultivators to arrive.
This palace complex was not large, and there were quite a few Nascent Soul old monsters in this area. Excluding the Ghost King Sect cultivators, there were still nearly thirty Nascent Soul cultivators.
As long as they could hold on for a while, others would come after hearing the news. Even if the Ghost King Sect had two Grand Cultivators, they wouldn't gain any advantage.
They also had Old Demon Hundred Flowers and the Great Priest of the Other-World Demon Clan on their side.
"Alright, fellow Daoists, then we will hold these people back first."
With a quick thought, the Tianfeng Old Ancestor immediately understood the current situation, nodded, and with a flash of white light in his hand, directly sacrificed the sect's inherited jade talisman.
With a long cry, a white bird flew out from it, its wings spreading out, creating a white tornado that attacked the white-haired old man opposite him.
On the other side, golden light flashed. The True Yang Sect's Fellow Daoist Shi roared wildly, his body swelling to a height of three zhang, his whole body glowing with golden light. His two fan-like golden hands slammed forward.
With a series of loud booming sounds, golden palm prints, like Buddha's hands, slapped forward.
Ghost Chariot Elder controlled two evil ghosts to block numerous attacks. His hands suddenly rubbed together, and without sacrificing any magical treasures, a ball of white, ghostly fire rose in his hands. It flickered strangely, and dense fire appeared before him.
It was just fire, pale white, mixed with gray-white ghost-fiend energy. A bone-chilling coldness spread around, instantly covering an area of two to three hundred zhang.
It was obviously some kind of powerful Yin fire.
The puppets' attacks, the wind blades released by the Tianfeng Old Ancestor, and Fellow Daoist Shi's attacks fell into it and couldn't break through at all, all being dissolved by the white Yin fire.
This made the Tianfeng Old Ancestor's three faces extremely gloomy, and the pressure in their hearts greatly increased.
Among the other three enemies, besides the Hundred Soul Real Person in green robes who was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the other two, a black-robed man and a gray-robed cultivator, were both at the early-Nascent Soul stage, but their auras were not ordinary.
The black-robed man transformed into a black wind and directly attacked the centipede possessed by the Poison Cloud Old Freak. "Fellow Daoist Poison, you've been escaping so hard. Why not surrender? Maybe I can let a wisp of your soul leave, so you can have a chance to be reincarnated."
"Hmph, boastful words. If it weren't for your sudden sneak attack, how would I have fallen to this state? I think your body is not bad. As long as I seize it, I will definitely be able to quickly restore my cultivation," the Poison Cloud Old Freak also said angrily, sacrificing several flying knives to fight back.
The old freak spoke impolitely, but still quickly controlled the centipede, moving quickly, not daring to fight head-on.
This black-robed man was the Yin Soul Elder of the Ghost King Sect in his previous team. If it weren't for this person, he wouldn't have lost his body.
But now his strength had declined. Although the emerald centipede he was possessing was his natal spirit insect and had some supernatural powers, it could only barely protect itself.
The Yin Soul Elder snorted coldly, "Hmph, I'll catch your Nascent Soul later and let you taste my Soul-Devouring大法." A black light shot out from this person's hand, transforming into a half-black, half-white skeleton staff. In a burst of ghostly laughter, countless skeleton heads charged over.
The emerald centipede hissed, and the two pairs of wings on its back flapped, dodging numerous attacks.
This natal spirit insect was no ordinary product, but a spirit insect called the Sky-Winged Centipede. Although its attack power was not strong, it contained powerful spiritual poison and had high-speed flight ability.
This was why the Poison Cloud Freak was able to escape the pursuit not long ago.
But this Sky-Winged Centipede was not yet mature. Otherwise, the spiritual poison it contained would make even Grand Cultivators retreat. But now it could only struggle to support itself.
"Fellow Daoist Poison Cloud, I, Fire, will come to help you."
A loud laugh came from the side, and two red fire dragons more than ten zhang long spat out pillars of fire, forcing back the Yin Soul Elder. The Fire Spirit Old Man appeared beside him with another fire dragon coiled around him, and with a flick of his hand, two more fire flying knives were slashed over.
"Thank you, Fire Spirit Brother."
The Poison Cloud Old Freak was naturally overjoyed. The Sky-Winged Centipede he possessed hissed excitedly, instantly spitting out streams of blood-red venom.
"Courting death!"
The Yin Soul Elder's face was gloomy, and he sacrificed a black Wu hook with cyan chains. He spat a mouthful of black air on it, and this magic weapon transformed into a black snake, blocking the two fire dragons.
On the other side, snowflakes filled the sky, and the white-clothed Cold Immortal danced in the air like a snow elf. Blue and white ice flowers, like flying knives, pierced through the air.
Bang bang, all the attacks hit a cloud of gray mist, exploding a large area of cold air. Inside was the gray-clothed elder. This person's face was gloomy, and he waved a Soul-Refining Banner in his hand, from which countless blurry fierce souls and vengeful spirits charged out.
It looked like it had a lot of momentum, but it was all frozen into ice by the cold ice flowers around it. The cold wind swept over, surrounding him.
The gray-clothed elder actually fell into a disadvantage. He didn't expect that when fighting the white-clothed female cultivator whose cultivation was a little worse than his, not only did he not gain any advantage, but he was suppressed instead.
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At this moment, Zhang Ling and the Xuan Turtle looked expressionlessly at the Hundred Soul Real Person who was attacking them.
Zhang Ling flicked his hand, and three flying swords appeared in front of him. The Earth Element Gourd floated in front of his chest, buzzing and shaking, drifting out a large area of yellow sand.
The Xuan Turtle, with a cold face, released a ball of black water and spat out a cloud of cold air. The black water transformed into a huge ice dragon in the cold air. It shook its head and wagged its tail, flying over its head, spitting out a series of black ice thorns.
The Hundred Soul Real Person threw out a white bone shield, blocking the countless ice thorns and the sword light transformed by Zhang Ling's flying swords. With a series of clanging sounds, the white bone shield was knocked away.
The Hundred Soul Real Person revealed a trace of surprise, and hurriedly recalled the shield. At the same time, he quickly grabbed forward with both hands, and streams of green claw light floated in the air, blocking the ice thorns and sword light.
Zhang Ling also frowned. He could see clearly that this person did not use any magic weapons, but just used the power of his flesh to grab these claw lights.
Could this person still be a body refining cultivator? This question popped up in his mind. Then he sensed that the green claw lights also emitted a trace of corpse fiend energy.
Ordinary cultivators would not carry corpse fiend energy on their bodies, let alone use it like this. Unless this person dealt with corpse monsters all year round, or was proficient in corpse refining techniques.
"Hmph, it's just a transformed demon cultivator."
The Hundred Soul Real Person also discovered the demon energy on the Xuan Turtle's body at the same time, and recognized the Xuan Turtle's identity.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he heard a strange croaking sound. A ball of gray-white stuff flew out of his sleeve, and suddenly became larger, turning into a night owl more than ten zhang in size, emitting an aura no weaker than a Nascent Soul cultivator.
It looked like a demon beast, but on closer inspection, the night owl's body was tattered, with few feathers, looking very thin, and surrounded by heavy corpse energy. It was actually a corpse demon.
"Go!"
With a cold snort, this corpse demon blurred, instantly rushing over, and making a soul-shaking cry in its mouth.
Zhang Ling did not dare to be negligent. He sacrificed the Yellow Luo Umbrella, and with a hand gesture, nine yellow, shining Profound Spirit Shields surrounded him.
The three flying swords merged into a azure-white sword light several zhang long and slashed out. With a muffled sound, the sword light was directly grabbed by the corpse demon's two black claws, bursting out a sound of metal clashing.
Zhang Ling's mind moved, and the sword light re-dispersed into three flying swords, escaping from the black claws like three flying fish, and stabbing towards the corpse demon's body.
This night owl corpse demon waved its bony wings, which had few feathers, and swept the flying swords away. It also made a strange cry, spitting out a huge black light ball.
The ice dragon above the Xuan Turtle's head quickly circled once and rushed out, blocking the black light. But this black light was transformed by extremely strong corpse energy, with considerable power, and directly shattered the ice dragon.
The black light also shrank by more than half, but it still bombarded without hesitation.
Zhang Ling flicked his finger lightly, and a yellow light shot in front of him, transforming into three or four yellow light curtains, blocking the black light.
At the same time, the sound of rustling continued. The Heavenly Star Sand he released had gathered into seven or eight Earth Fiend Earth Spirits, shooting out petrifying spiritual light, directly shattering the black light ball.
More petrifying light rushed towards the pouncing corpse demon, covering the night owl's body with a layer of stone powder, reducing its movement by more than half.
The three flying swords re-merged into a dazzling sword light and slashed down fiercely.
Seeing this scene, the Hundred Soul Real Person's face was gloomy, and a blood-red pill appeared in his hand. It looked like a pill, but it was several times larger than ordinary pills, more like a blood-red bead.
With a raise of his hand, the bead transformed into a blood light and landed on the corpse demon, and the night owl corpse's aura suddenly increased by thirty to forty percent, and all the stone powder on its body shattered into stone chips. With a wave of its wings, it instantly dodged Zhang Ling's sword light.
Its speed increased by several times compared to before.
Immediately afterwards, it spat out a large amount of corpse energy without restraint, transforming into streams of black spiritual light.
Zhang Ling's face changed, and the Earth Fiend Earth Spirits flying around him immediately entangled together, condensing into a semi-arc-shaped thick stone wall, protecting himself and the Xuan Turtle.
With a series of loud booming sounds, although the stone wall he created had good defensive power, it was still constantly being eroded, exploding a patch of gravel debris.
In just one or two breaths, the sand wall collapsed.
Fortunately, Zhang Ling had retreated more than ten zhang away, dodging the remaining attacks. The Xuan Turtle was naturally unharmed.
However, immediately afterwards, the top of his head darkened, and the night owl corpse demon had already pounced in front of him, but the target was not him, but the Xuan Turtle.
The Xuan Turtle was directly knocked away by the corpse demon.
"Haha, boy, without this transformed demon cultivator, I'll see how you block this Real Person!" With a burst of wild laughter, a figure pounced over.
Zhang Ling's eyes were filled with green light, and countless green claw lights appeared. These attacks landed on the Profound Spirit Shield outside his body, and a muffled sound came.
The figure took advantage of this gap to pounce up, and two skeletal claws grabbed towards Zhang Ling's head.
In an instant, Zhang Ling was in a life-or-death crisis.
Zhang Ling did not panic at all, but smiled silently. His body was torn to pieces in the skeletal claws. But the broken body did not splash any blood, but transformed into wisps of five-colored spiritual light and dissipated.
The figure that suddenly attacked was naturally the Hundred Soul Real Person. At this moment, the old monster's body became shriveled, like a dried corpse, but its aura was three points stronger than before.
The Hundred Soul Real Person saw Zhang Ling's body suddenly dissipate, and his deep-set eye sockets revealed a look of astonishment. "Uh, no." He immediately sensed danger and wanted to leave the spot.
"Since you've come in, don't even think about leaving."
Zhang Ling's cold hum came from not far away, his body covered with a layer of five-colored glow. This was the spiritual light of the water bubble ancient treasure that could transform into a clone. It was with this treasure's clone that he had deceived the Hundred Soul Real Person.
At this moment, he was waving a yellow flag in his hand, which was the Four Directions Flag. A gray whirlwind came from all directions, surrounding the Hundred Soul Real Person.
The Hundred Soul Real Person hurriedly released a white bone shield, protecting his whole body. Then, his two skeletal arms grabbed fiercely towards the left side, and countless green claw lights flew out.
With a series of chaotic sounds, the gray mist on that side was directly scattered, and his figure rushed towards that side without hesitation, wanting to escape.
