"Perhaps."
Zhang Ling smiled slightly. As soon as he finished speaking, his two newly accepted disciples swayed a few times and fell into a deep sleep as if they were drunk.
Xuan Gui(玄龟: Black Turtle) crawled out of his sleeve and released a black light, holding the two disciples and directly entering the Sumeru Grotto(须弥洞府: Sumeru Grotto-heaven). He settled them in the grotto, temporarily staying there.
He carried the Sumeru Grotto with him, and in fact, it would be no problem to pack into all the people of Guiming Village. Bringing these two little fellows along was not a problem at all.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you would really accept us as disciples." Lan Que(蓝雀: Blue Sparrow)'s voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"I have been in the Nascent Soul stage for seventy or eighty years. Is it strange to take in two little disciples?" Zhang Ling responded casually.
"Seeing you usually going alone, you don't seem like someone who would accept disciples."
"What does it matter? The two little fellows do have good aptitude. After leaving this place, I will pass on some cultivation methods and let them stay in the sect to cultivate. As long as they are diligent, entering the Golden Core Realm within a hundred years is not difficult. If they have some opportunities, they may even condense a nascent soul. As an elder of the Haoyuan Sect, recruiting some disciples with good qualifications can be considered worthy of the sect." Zhang Ling smiled indifferently.
The two little fellows both had extraordinary talent. Meng Jin(孟津) was a Three Yang Spiritual Body, extremely suitable for cultivating fire-attribute techniques.
Meng Ying(孟颖)'s aptitude was even better, a rare Dark Spiritual Root. Cultivating yin-attribute techniques or ghost techniques would be promising.
Speaking of which, these two were actually siblings from the same mother. Their spiritual root aptitude were exactly the opposite. Zhang Ling was quite surprised when checking the spiritual root aptitude of these two.
Especially Meng Ying's Dark Spiritual Root. He wondered if it was affected by the environment here, but it was even purer than ordinary different spiritual root cultivators. With such qualifications, being trapped here would truly be a hidden gem.
This was also an important reason why he accepted these two as disciples.
With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, Zhang Ling took out a jade slip, which contained two or three simple maps drawn by the hemp-clothed old man during his several explorations of the Great Serpent Mountain.
This person had never entered the Great Serpent Mountain at all. The deepest he had gone was only to the foot of the mountain, so it could only be considered a rough route map. It was said that he had only seen the Great Serpent Mountain once, and it was a huge white jade mountain.
As for the BuddhistVajra Art, the hemp-clothed old man naturally gave him a copy. There was even a jade slip recording some simple information about other regions that the old man had compiled.
The Flowing Cloud Sea, rampant with wild beasts, where humans and demons coexist. Zhang Ling himself knew it well, so there was no need for much introduction.
The Western Continent, where Buddhism prevails. It was also remembered that there was a large sect, the Golden Buddha Sect, dominating most of the Buddhist orthodoxy, spreading Buddhist teachings.
As for the Eastern Islands, it was said that there were sea tribes raging. There had even been celestial demons with spirit transformation cultivation.
And the place where the Eastern Islands were located was not just islands. The Eastern Islands were just a small area, leaning on the Eastern Continent. To be precise, it was called the Eastern Cultivation World, and it was said that the land area was even larger than the Northern Wilderness Cultivation World.
This information was obtained from the oral accounts of cultivators who had been involved into this place. It was not known whether it was true or false, but it was useful for reference. Understanding this was considered a bit of knowledge.
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At the same time, the other Nascent Soul old monsters who discovered the natives also generally understood the situation here. They all rushed towards the Great Serpent Mountain, hoping to find a way out.
With the knowledge of these people, they could easily realize from the natives that this was an independent space. If they wanted to leave, they must go to the Great Serpent Mountain.
As for the Snake Ancestor, based on their previous experience, they could all imagine that it was the terrifying Three-Headed Underworld Serpent.
In a white mist, the sound of drums thump rang out. A layer of black sonic waves dispersed the white mist, and a black light broke out from inside, speeding away. It looked like a hasty escape.
Behind him, a very fast blood light was chasing him.
"You demon are chasing me relentlessly. Do you want to force a fight to the death?" Wrapped in the black light was a pale-faced, ugly-faced youth, who was the Holy Son of the Demon Soul Palace of the Different Demon Race.
This person was originally in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, but now his aura has weakened a lot. His disheveled robes are tattered, as if he had experienced a great battle.
"Heh, fight to the death? Can you do it?"
The blood light chasing behind him suddenly turned into a bloody mist. In a series of puff sounds, dense blood-colored flying snakes rushed out of the blood mist.
With a bang, a huge drum sound rang from the ugly-faced youth's hand. The imitation spirit treasure of the Crimson Cry Drum, the Demon Sound Drum, vibrated out several layers of black sound waves. Circles of wave-like shock waves shattered the flying snakes that shot over into blood foam.
However, a blood-colored meatball about ten feet large suddenly flew out of the blood light. Completely unaffected by the sound waves, it crashed into the ugly-faced youth. Several layers of defensive light cover on the ugly-faced youth shattered in response, and he flew backwards.
The meatball suddenly opened, turning into a several feet wide piece of meat skin, trapping the youth inside like dumpling filling.
"What are you doing? You have a demon-sealing lock on you. If you kill me, the High Priest will definitely not let you go." The ugly-faced youth's terrified cry came from inside.
"Who said this honored one wants to kill you? This honored one is planning to give you a chance. Do you know that my Blood Demon Race has a secret technique called Heart Exchange? Your cultivation is barely able to withstand this honored one's demon heart. If you exchange the demon heart for yours, your strength will greatly increase. And I can get rid of the shackles of the demon-sealing lock, which can be said to be killing two birds with one stone." The mad laughter of the Ancient Demon Blood Heart reverberated in the air, saying strange words.
The meatball wrapped the two and fell down, landing in a stone forest below. If someone could see through the blood-colored skin, they would see that one of the Ancient Demon's arms was inserted into the youth's heart.
The ugly-faced youth's body was wrapped by strips of flesh buds, and his whole body swelled several times, as if it had been inflated.
A flash of blood light appeared in the Ancient Demon's other arm, and the entire arm turned into a blood-colored long blade, instantly stabbing into his chest. He pulled out a long bloody cut, and a thump-thump sound came from inside.
A ball of black meatball flew out from inside, like a flesh worm, drilling into the ugly-faced youth's body.
At the same time, strips of black chains coiled out of the Ancient Demon's body, imprisoning most of his body. A wisps of green smoke rising out of his body.
"Hmph, without control, no matter how powerful, you still want to seal this honored one's demonic power." The Ancient Demon roared, and his entire back suddenly bulged with a dozen blood-colored meatball. Black and red demon butterflies rushing out of them.
These butterflies flew around, scattering purple spiritual light on their wings. When they touched the black chains on him, the spiritual light on these black bracelets immediately dimmed a bit.
At this time, the ugly-faced youth's body was like porcelain, cracking with tiny cracks.
The Ancient Demon frowned. "The physical body is still too weak. It can't even withstand this much demonization." He opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of black aura, turning into wisps of black light and disappearing into the ugly-faced youth's body.
The ugly-faced youth's originally red body was covered with a layer of black light. The black light constantly compressing, turning into strange black runes, merging into his body.
The cracks on the ugly-faced youth's body were now repairing bit by bit, visibly to the naked eye.
This scene lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the Ancient Demon Blood Heart's face also turned pale.
The ugly-faced youth's body no longer swelling, and returned to its original state, but veins were popping out on his head, and he was still howling in pain, enduring great suffering.
After another moment, the Ancient Demon withdrew the arm that was inserted into the ugly-faced youth's body.
His original ten feet high body had shrunk to the size of a normal person, and the Qi and blood power in his body had also reduced by more than half. He looked listless. But he looked at the ugly-faced youth, and a sinister look appeared in his eyes.
"You, what did you do to me?" The ugly-faced youth constantly panting, his whole body covered in thick black scabs, but strangely, he felt that his physical body strength had increased several times at this moment, reborn.
"How do you feel?" The Ancient Demon revealing a strange smile.
Hearing this, the ugly-faced youth just realized that he was still under the Ancient Demon's control. He quickly waved his hand, offering up the Demon Sound Drum again, wanting to launch an attack.
The Ancient Demon sneered, and then there was a muffled sound of thump. But it wasn't the sound of the drum, but the sound of a violent heartbeat coming from the youth's heart.
The ugly-faced youth spewed blood from his mouth and collapsed on the ground.
"You have become my blood slave, and your life and death are in my hands."
"You want to control me." The ugly-faced youth's face was pale, and he clutched his chest.
"Hmph, if my Blood Demon Race's blood slaves were in the holy world, I don't know how many of you half-demons infected by demonic energy would be willing."
"Rather than having my life and death trapped in the hands of you demon, I'd rather die." The ugly-faced youth also had some backbone, and struggling climbed up from the ground. He was still clutching the Demon Sound Drum in his hand, and demonic energy was surging on his body, seemingly still wanting to use methods.
But suddenly his face became terrified. "Why can't my Nascent Soul spiritual body escape out of my body?"
"Do you think my Blood Demon Race's blood slave is a ordinary imprisonment method? You can't even self-detonate your nascent soul now. You still want to escape? This honored one advises you to obediently be my blood slave. Maybe you'll have a chance to follow me back to the holy world and become a true member of the holy world. If you don't appreciate it, I'll erase your spiritual consciousness and refine a blood puppet, which I can barely drive."
As the Ancient Demon said this, he suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, and the corners of his mouth rising. "Someone's coming. This honored one has consumed a lot of magic power, so I'll just replenish it." As he spoke, he turning into a blood light and disappeared.
The ugly-faced youth stood in place, his face uncertain, but suddenly his heart beat violently again, causing him to shudder. A cold snort came from his heart. "Still not following? Do you really want to be refined into a blood puppet?"
His face was uncertain for a while, and his heart felt a pang of pain, and he gritted his teeth, he could only follow.
A burst of loud noise came from the sky, emitting amazing spiritual power fluctuations. After a moment, all sounds disappeared and returned to calm. There was only a sinister laugh of the Ancient Demon.
At the same time, there was a white mountain in the depths of the white mist. The entire mountain was bare without any vegetation, but it emitting a glittering white light like a jade mountain.
The white light spreading around, turning into a light white mist that drifting everywhere. Not only was there no plants on the jade mountain, but there were also no living beings. It was like a forbidden zone.
The mountain top of the mountain was a dark environment, and occasionally you could see wisps of silver light scattering down from the darkness.
Strangely, when the light touched the white mist emitting by the mountain, it turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into nothingness.
Making this whole space a vast white expanse.
Suddenly the wind rising in the white mist, blowing a ball of dark yin wind. This yin wind was like a long snake shadow, directly penetrating under the mountain.
whooshing the sound of water from under the mountain sounded, the mountain was actually standing on a black water plane.
At this time, the entire mountain shaking, the water surface churning, setting off waves hundreds of feet high, a unknown length的黑影(黑影: dark shadow) flashing in the water waves.
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In another piece of white mist, there was a ball of green light flying quickly. Wrapped in the green light were two figures, it was Ghost King Sect's Yan Sect Leader and Yan Shi Ming.
Yan Sect Leader's face was a bit gloomy, and he was clutching a soul-sealing tablet made of soul-nurturing wood, but no matter how he urge the magic spell in his hand, the soul-sealing tablet did not react at all.
Yan Sect Leader's eyes flashed. "Can you still sense your sister's aura?"
Yan Shi Ming said expressionlessly, "Father, I don't know how long the Underworld Serpent has lived. Although the sect seniors said that he was sealed in this place, we don't know his true nature at all. Summoning him out is unpredictable."
"Hmph, how can I not know?" Yan Sect Leader's face sank another three points. "But without summoning this monster, we couldn't withstand the joint forces of those great cultivators before. Since the Underworld Serpent really exists, it also proves that the information left by the ancestors is true. According to the information obtained from soul-searching a few natives just now, this space is the spirit-severing space that our ancestors once entered."
" Underworld Maiden is very likely to be on the Underworld Serpent's true body side. Counting the time, she should have advanced successfully. Find her, and my sect will be able to dominate the Northern Wilderness Cultivation World."
Yan Shi Ming frowned slightly and reminded, "Father, if sister really advances successfully, how can we be sure that she still remembers us? You and the sect elders let sister use her Nascent Soul to repair that strand of secluded soul, which will inevitably cause irreversible damage to her Nascent Soul. Furthermore, the Underworld Serpent is not easy to deal with, this monster and the Underworld Maiden have a deep relationship. The Underworld Serpent will definitely not agree to control the Underworld Maiden with the god-sealing technique."
"It seems that you still oppose my decision." Yan Sect Leader glanced at Yan Shi Ming. "My sect has planned for a long time, how can we give up halfway?
Your sister is cultivating my sect's dual-soul magic, and the split soul has already formed, retaining complete memories. Even if the main soul is swallowed by that strand of secluded soul, the split soul will wake up. How can she not remember my sect's great cause?"
"As for the Underworld Serpent, even if he is a great demon ghost from the underworld, he is suppressed in this place, what waves can he stir up? Moreover, the most important thing is still in my hands. As long as we control the Underworld Maiden in our hands, he can only listen to us obediently."
"Find the Underworld Maiden and open the ghost gate. Open that space crack and release pure ghost energy. I also have half a chance to advance to become a spirit transformation cultivator. Your celestial ghost body can also be completed. Maybe you can advance one step faster than recovery."
Yan Sect Leader said these words seemingly calmly, but there was some madness in his eyes.
Yan Shi Ming was silent, and there was also a strange look flashing in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
