Looking at the flame stone gate in front of him, Zhang Ling probed it with his divine sense. But as soon as it touched the flame stone gate, a wisp of divine sense was immediately burned by the flames on it.
He quickly cut off the connection with this wisp of divine sense, considering it a small loss.
This flame gate clearly had a powerful restriction. Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the gate only with his gaze. The gate in the flames was pitch black, seemingly sculpted from a whole piece of black giant stone.
There were no runes on it at all, and he couldn't see any clues.
Zhang Ling looked at the yellow-red feather in his hand. According to the information on this feather, he could directly pass through this gate and enter inside with this feather.
But in this unfamiliar place, it's natural to be cautious.
With a thought, Zhang Ling waved his hand, and two sword lights were released. Two cyan-golden sword lights displayed a cross-shaped light mark.
With two muffled sounds, the sword lights directly split the flames on the gate, but did not leave any traces on the stone gate, only causing the stone gate to vibrate.
Immediately afterward, a new layer of fire appeared on the stone gate, and the flames swirled, forming a layer of scorching fire waves that impacted over.
Zhang Ling cast a 'Heavy Yuan Profound Light', which transformed into a yellow light curtain, blocking this layer of fire waves. However, the fire waves rotated crazily and broke through the yellow light in an instant.
His expression changed at this moment, and he quickly retreated dozens of zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away. The fire waves only charge forward more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) before stopping strangely, without really causing him any harm.
Afterward, the flames seemed to have lost their target and returned to a stream of fire, shrinking back to the stone gate.
After this probing, Zhang Ling chuckled lightly. The flames on the gate were not ordinary restrictions. If he relied solely on external force to break it, it was likely that he wouldn't be able to break it at all.
Yellow light flashed in his hand, and he flicked the yellow-red feather in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the feather flew out and approached the flame stone gate.
The flames burning on it separated strangely.
"Hehe, it seems to be something similar to a forbidden token," Zhang Ling muttered, grabbing the feather and flying directly towards the stone gate.
Colliding with the stone gate, there was no resistance. Only a red light flashed before his eyes, and his figure flickered, passing through.
The scene before him suddenly opened up, and he appeared in a not-so-small space.
He seemed to be standing on a jade plaza. Under his feet was a deep blue jade stone ground that stretched as far as the eye could see. Above his head was the sky, with thin clouds and wisps of sunlight shining down.
At first glance, one might think he had arrived outside, but with a sweep of his divine sense, Zhang Ling could clearly feel that the scene in the sky was also illusion by the power of restriction. Although the clouds and mist were real, they were not in the outside world.
Here, the power of divine sense was also suppressed. Fortunately, he could still easily investigate the area nearby. That was enough for him to deal with some sudden dangers.
As his divine sense spread, he discovered that there were many things placed on the ground in front of the plaza. They were actually chunks of giant ice of varying sizes. There were many of them.
But upon closer inspection, those were not ice blocks, but ice jade. A small part of the ice jade was empty, like newly采采集(采集: collect) raw ore.
But most of them contained things, all complete demon beast bodies.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling also revealed a hint of surprise. He had never imagined that the scene behind the door would be like this.
With a flash of green light on his body, he immediately arrived in front of a piece of ice jade and carefully checked it.
This was a two-zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) tall piece of ice jade, inside which was sealed a black-haired tiger, which looked extremely ferocious. But it had already died.
He could tell at a glance that this was a second-order black-haired tiger. This was a very common type of tiger demon beast.
With a flash of his figure, he arrived more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away, in front of another piece of ice jade, inside which was sealed a green-haired wolf. Similarly, it was only a second-order demon beast corpse.
He checked more than ten demon beast corpses in a row, all of which were only low-order demon beast corpses below the fifth order. It seemed that these demon beast were killed with a single blow and their complete corpses were sealed in ice jade.
He didn't know what they were for.
However, this kind of situation was actually not uncommon. Some sects proficient in controlling beasts might acquire a large number of demon beast corpses.
But if this was the cave dwelling of the dragon and phoenix fairy, what would she do with the corpses of low-order demon beast.
This person was a Nascent Soul peak existence, and some even said that this woman had already broken through to the Transformation God stage and ascended to the upper realm.
It was unlikely that such a master would have nothing to do collect so many demon beast corpses without a purpose.
Zhang Ling thought in his heart as he grabbed the feather and flew directly towards the stone gate.
He thought in his heart as he flew forward along the plaza. As he went deeper, the ice jade became less and less. However, the size became larger and larger, and the cultivation of the demon beast corpses sealed inside became higher and higher.
He didn't check carefully, but he encountered at least hundreds of high-order demon beast corpses along the way.
After walking forward for a full half quarter of an hour, he finally passed the plaza. Although he didn't fly at full speed, he calculated that the area of this plaza was nearly a hundred li(里: li, a unit of length).
Zhang Ling even suspected whether this was really the dragon and phoenix fairy's cave dwelling. The situation he saw was more like a place opened up by a cultivator researching secret technique.
At the end of the plaza, he could see a half-collapsed stone wall. Behind it was a palace complex. However, it was very dilapidated inside, more like a ruined ruin.
Somewhat strangely, the palace complex was surrounded by a cloud of dark clouds. The sound of thunder rumbled constantly, and occasionally he could see streaks of lightning flashing in the clouds.
This thundercloud gathered but did not disperse. He wondered if it was also the power of the restriction here.
Zhang Ling looked at the yellow-red feather in his hand. This object did not react. After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and released two cyan wolf puppets.
Then he released two divine sense powers, controlling the two wolf puppets to directly transform into two cyan lights and enter the palace complex.
These two high-order puppets could exert the strength of the Nascent Soul mid-stage. He had refined more than a dozen of them during the time he was repairing the Nascent Soul puppet.
Adding the iron lion puppet and the full turtle puppet he originally refined. Now he had more than thirty of these high-order puppets.
If he released them all, it would be enough to hold back a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator for a while.
During the time he was repairing the puppets, Zhang Ling exchanged puppet experience with the puppet spirit old monster many times, and had a deeper understanding of driving puppets.
With so many high-order puppets, he could let the puppets unite to arrange some simple formations and exert more power.
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly to sense the condition of the puppets. After the two cyan wolf puppets entered the palace complex, they separated left and right and did not encounter any restrictions.
He chuckled and entered inside as well.
In his divine sense sense, this dilapidated palace complex was not actually large, covering an area of about ten li(里: li, a unit of length).
Everywhere were broken walls, and everywhere he could see strips cracks. It looked like it had experienced a great battle.
Through some architectural ruins, Zhang Ling also saw the style of this palace. It should have been very magnificent, very much like the imperial palace of a secular emperor.
As his divine sense investigate, suddenly Zhang Ling's expression changed slightly, sensing a strong blood evil aura not far away.
He carefully spread his divine sense power. After a moment, he discovered that in the center of this palace complex, there was a hundred-zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) wide pool, in which was located a small stone mountain.
But the pool was not filled with water, but a bloody blood water. The sensed blood evil, it was from that side emit. A layer of blood mist floated in the blood pool, covering the small stone mountain in blood light.
Above the stone mountain, thunderclouds rolled, and he didn't know if there were still streaks of lightning strike down. That stone mountain was not very ordinary, standing still in the thunder light.
The tall thunder light fell on it, only scatter the layer of blood mist covering it.
It looked like this was a large magic weapon.
At this time, Zhang Ling also sensed a burst of violent spiritual power fluctuations. It was coming from the other side of the blood pool. He immediately realized that someone was fighting.
Could it be Shiyun real person them.
He immediately retracted the two cyan wolf puppets, took out the illusion mud and hidden spirit sand and covered them on his body, and cast a secret technique to hide his own aura.
Then he quietly released his divine sense power to investigate there.
There were indeed cultivators fighting there, and he was familiar with several of them.
It turned out to be Miao old madam, that black-robed Wan fellow Taoist, fighting with two demon cultivator. One of the two demon cultivator was at the ninth order, and the other was at the eighth order peak.
The ninth-order strength was a demon cultivator with a slender body and green hair. As long as a head of long hair was messed, it transformed into densely packed threads. Like a large piece of green light flying in the air.
Fighting against him was Wan fellow Taoist. This person released a large piece of black-red devil light, and clusters of black bright light balls flew out from it.
Countless black lights and green lights intersected in the air, erupting a shrill sound.
This was a ninth-order demon cultivator, it seemed to be a snake demon cultivator, and it also发出了(发出: made) a hissing sound in its mouth. Two slender arms also strangely transformed into two giant snakes with green scales. spewing streaks of green light, these green lights seemed to have highly poisonous.
When strike into the devil light released by Wan fellow Taoist, the devil light was corroded large area.
Fortunately, Wan fellow Taoist was not an ordinary cultivator. His figure was hidden in the devil light and transformed into pieces of phantoms, making it difficult to catch his main body.
From time to time, he also released a few thick black wind blade, repelling his opponent.
The two sides were fighting, and for a time, it was impossible to tell who would win.
At this time, Zhang Ling also discovered that there was a dilapidated corpse lying on the ground over there. Although it was bloody, he could still tell at a glance that it was actually the bald old man among the seven of them.
This person was dead, and looking at his death, it seemed that he had been forcibly torn apart. It was very likely that these two demon cultivator had done it.
Turning his gaze, on the other side, Miao old madam seemed a little more relaxed, fighting an eighth-order demon cultivator, a white-haired old man with many curved horns growing on his head.
Miao old madam stood on the shoulders of a ten-zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) tall stone man, and she flicked streaks of spiritual light from her hand, controlling the other two stone giants with extraordinary aura, constantly chasing the white-haired old man.
One stone man held a stone sword in his hand, and as he waved it, large piece of stone cones scattered.
The white-haired old man did not dare to hard resist, until transformed into white light and quickly evaded.
However, another stone man's body flashed with golden light, and a dazzling golden light shot out from his mouth. It was very fast and struck on the white-haired old man's escaping light.
The white-haired old man was sent flying. The demon took a direct hit, its robes tattered, revealing a body covered in yellow fur. It looked quite wretched.
Ooo! Ooo!
This enraged the old man, who emitted a strange infant's cry. His entire body spun around in the air, revealing his true form as a demon beast.
This demon looked like a yellow sheep with yellow fur and many white, sharp horns on its head. But the strangest thing was that this demon beast had four eyes that glowed with white light.
Revealing its true form, the demon opened its mouth and spat out a ball of yellow and white light. The light ball was only the size of a fist, but it emitted a dazzling light.
Zhang Ling, who was hiding his aura and preparing to approach, glanced at the light and frowned slightly.
Because he instantly sensed that the light ball was not spiritual energy, but the demon's soul power, inheriting a wisp of divine thought.
Judging from the sensation, this wisp of divine thought was even stronger than the divine thought of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
In the midst of the battle, Old Madam Miao's expression also changed slightly. She quickly guarded her mind to prevent being attacked by a powerful soul.
However, the next moment, the yellow and white light exploded with a bang, scattering like starlight in the air. The yellow sheep shuttled through it, and its body transformed from one into two, and two into four.
In an instant, it turned into fifty or sixty yellow sheep, making it impossible to tell which one was the real body.
These demon beasts all let out a child's cry, and immediately, a cloud of yellow sound waves formed in the air.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze. Old Madam Miao's two stone giants were shaken back again and again.
"It's actually a Yellow Infant Beast."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling also revealed a hint of surprise. When he saw the demon emitting strange yellow sound waves, he immediately recognized that this demon beast was actually a transformed Yellow Infant Beast.
This is also a kind of exotic beast, skilled in hidden supernatural powers and sound wave attacks. The most peculiar thing is that once this beast transforms, its soul power will greatly increase. It is said that the soul power of an eighth-order Yellow Infant Beast is comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Now it seems that the rumors are not false. Moreover, this beast also carries a soul pearl in its head. If it can be refined, it can slightly increase one's own divine sense.
Zhang Ling's mind stirred, and he planned to sneak over there and kill the beast.
In a moment, he sneaked to the edge of the blood pool in the middle. Since the blood pool was a bit strange, he didn't get too close, but swept past it from the side.
However, just as he was halfway there, a loud bang suddenly rang out on the small stone mountain, and a flash of cyan and red fire light lit up.
Zhang Ling was startled, and then turned his head to look. He immediately felt that the fire light was an attack containing both wind and fire spiritual power.
It is not difficult for Nascent Soul cultivators to launch this kind of dual-attribute attack. Some dual-attribute ancient treasures can also do it.
But seeing such an attack here suddenly, he immediately thought of the Flame Hoof Beast.
No wonder the Flame Hoof Beast entered this small mountain. Zhang Ling wanted to sense it carefully, but the blood mist covering the stone mountain blocked his divine sense. He couldn't see the situation inside at all.
It seems that he can only enter it to investigate clearly.
He immediately changed his goal and planned to enter it to investigate.
Compared to the Flame Hoof Beast's wind and fire demon core, this Yellow Infant Beast is naturally nothing.
(Thank you for your long-term support, book friends. I have been experiencing writer's block recently, plus some other things, so the updates will be unstable.)
