Changing his target, the hidden Zhang Ling carefully approached the small stone mountain shrouded in blood mist.
The closer he got to the small stone mountain, the more he noticed the blood mist covering it constantly twisting and changing. Even the blood pool below was bubbling with strands of heavy blood-fiend power.
At a glance, it was not easy to break into.
But for the current Zhang Ling, there was nothing to fear. With the Void Bug on his body, ordinary restrictions could not trap him. Even if he encountered some irresistible danger, he could immediately escape.
With a thought, the Void Bug wrapped around his arm let out a low cry, coiling around like a spiritual snake, forming a faint black and white mist.
Zhang Ling's figure merged into it, controlling the Void Bug to display its spatial divine power. The light and shadow in front of him blurred for a moment, and he was directly teleported to a position fifty or sixty *zhang* (*丈: zhang, a unit of length*) ahead.
Although the distance was not long, it allowed him to cross the blood mist on the small stone mountain and enter it.
From beginning to end, the two humans and two demons fighting in the distance did not notice that someone had quietly entered the small stone mountain.
Zhang Ling appeared directly on the top of the small stone mountain. Looking around, his eyes widened in surprise.
This mountain was roughly two hundred *zhang* (*丈: zhang, a unit of length*) high and was not an ordinary stone mountain, but an ice jade mountain. The mountain was a dark blue color, but it was covered by a layer of blood mist, making the ice jade mountain look like it was constantly flashing with strange blue and red spiritual light.
The reason for his surprise was that two behemoths were sealed within the mountain. One was a fire phoenix bird, entirely crimson, and the other was a *jiao* dragon (*蛟龙: jiao dragon, a mythical dragon-like creature*) resembling a giant dragon. At first glance, they looked like two huge ice sculptures guarding the left and right sides, forming the ice jade mountain.
He was standing in the center of the mountain top, turned his head, and saw a black *jiao* (*蛟: jiao, a mythical dragon-like creature*) dragon head with a large open mouth on the left, extremely ferocious. On the right was a crimson bird head, as if looking up to the sky and roaring, equally fierce.
These two demon beasts still maintained the appearance of fighting before their death. Fortunately, in his spiritual sense, there was no trace of life on them, indicating they had died long ago.
Zhang Ling also noticed that the phoenix bird on the right was exactly the same as the fire phoenix bird that had manifested the power of restriction and attacked him in the flame space not long ago.
The black-scaled *jiao* dragon (*蛟龙: jiao dragon, a mythical dragon-like creature*) on the left was covered in huge black-blue scales. Observing the remaining icy spiritual power and the absence of the usual horn on the *jiao* (*蛟: jiao, a mythical dragon-like creature*) dragon's head, he could easily determine that it was a *han chi jiao* (*寒螭蛟: han chi jiao, a type of dragon*).
The *chi jiao* (*螭蛟: chi jiao, a type of dragon*) had more true dragon bloodline than ordinary *jiao* (*蛟: jiao, a mythical dragon-like creature*) dragons, and could be considered royalty of the *jiao* dragon (*蛟龙: jiao dragon, a mythical dragon-like creature*) clan.
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes and thought of the Dragon Phoenix Fairy. It seemed that the fire phoenix bird and the *han chi jiao* (*寒螭蛟: han chi jiao, a type of dragon*) were the two powerful demon beasts under this ancient cultivator.
At this moment, with a loud booming sound, the ice jade mountain under his feet shook violently. He also sensed a trace of wind and fire spiritual energy and an even more violent demon aura.
The movement came from within the mountain. Zhang Ling frowned. The violent demon aura was obviously not emitted by the Flame Hoof Beast, but seemed to be another demon cultivator.
After a little thought, he no longer hesitated, and turned into a streak of yellow light and entered the *jiao* (*蛟: jiao, a mythical dragon-like creature*) dragon's mouth, penetrating into the mountain from its mouth.
The ice jade mountain was monolithic and had restrictions, making it difficult to break open from the outside. It was better to directly enter the mountain and look for the Flame Hoof Beast.
Of course, Zhang Ling could also let the Void Bug use its spatial divine power to move him to the direction where the movement came from, which would be faster.
Although the time since he came down was not long, the Void Bug had already used its spatial divine power several times, consuming a lot of spiritual power. It was better not to waste it on rushing.
Entering from the *han chi jiao's* (*寒螭蛟: han chi jiao, a type of dragon*) mouth, the action was not slow.
After entering, although it was a bit winding, the demon beast's flesh was withered, and like the frozen demon beast corpses outside, it had been drained. Only an empty shell was left, so it was very smooth.
At the same time, the deeper he went, the more newly formed traces of fighting he found.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling stopped, reached out his hand, and scooped up some cyan hair and a few broken crimson scales from a sunken ice pit on the ground in front of him. They were stained with the aura of the Flame Hoof Beast, which made him overjoyed.
He accelerated his speed and in a moment had reached the tail of this *jiao* (*蛟: jiao, a mythical dragon-like creature*) dragon. The tail of this *jiao* (*蛟: jiao, a mythical dragon-like creature*) dragon had also been pierced through, and in front of him seemed to be a passage to an ice jade cave, which was filled with a bloody light.
There were also bursts of loud noises and screams. His divine sense probed into it, and he could clearly see the situation inside.
The space inside was not large. A blood-colored light sphere floated in the air, seeming to wrap something. The blood-colored light sphere was constantly rotating, and the blood energy it emitted turned into a layer of blood-colored light curtain, covering an area.
A demon beast, looking like a骏马(*jùnmǎ: fine horse*), covered in crimson scales and with cyan feathers growing on its back, was illuminating Xue Guang and spraying团团(*tuántuán: masses of*) flames, attacking a black-faced man outside the bloody light.
This crimson-scaled, cyan-haired fine horse was the Flame Hoof Beast. It was wrapped in wind and fire power and was his target.
With a flash of his eyes, Zhang Ling also noticed that a cub was lying beside the Flame Hoof Beast's feet, actually the Flame Hoof Beast's cub.
As for the black-faced man outside the bloody light, he was burly and round-waisted, like a strong man, but he was surrounded by a demon evil energy. He was also a demon cultivator.
Zhang Ling glanced at him, and his heart trembled. Looking at the spiritual pressure on his body, he was actually a tenth-order demon cultivator. This cultivation level was even stronger than a late-stage Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator.
He had just realized that the Flame Hoof Beast seemed to be in trouble, but he did not expect it to be a tenth-order great demon.
The black-faced demon cultivator gathered strands of black light in his hand, turning them into black palm prints, and slammed them fiercely on the blood-colored light curtain, causing the entire space to hum.
The attacks released by the Flame Hoof Beast were directly scattered by those black palm prints, and could not cause any damage to this great demon.
However, the blood-colored light curtain was an unknown restriction, and its defensive power was extremely amazing. No matter how fierce the attack was, it only caused the blood-colored light curtain to shake constantly, but it could not be broken.
The Black Elephant King, unable to break through after a long attack, also became truly angry. A thick layer of black mist circled around his body, and he coldly snorted, "Flame Hoof, this king sees that you are really courting death. Do you think you can stop me with this layer of restriction?"
With an angry roar, the Black Elephant King's body swelled up, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant more than ten *zhang* (*丈: zhang, a unit of length*) tall. His face also became hideous, and two long fangs grew from the corners of his mouth.
With a loud bang, his hands came together in the air. The circles of demon energy on his body immediately wrapped around his chest, turning into a miniature black elephant shadow.
Moo!
A muffled beast roar came out, and the black elephant shadow crashed into the blood-colored light curtain. Silently, circles of black ripples rippled on the bloody light like water waves.
The originally solid blood-colored light curtain, under this blow, became as thin as if the water surface had been washed away.
Immediately afterward, black palm prints fell, and the faded bloody light was immediately broken into large holes.
The Black Elephant King laughed loudly and fell directly from the air, reaching out to kick the Flame Hoof Beast.
The Flame Hoof Beast screamed, and a layer of green and red flames burst out from its body, wrapping around its whole body, turning into afterimages. It used the wind and fire escape technique, trying to avoid this blow.
However, at the moment when the blood-colored light shield shattered, the black elephant shadow did not disappear, but turned into a black water curtain, covering the original blood-colored light shield, but instead trapped the Flame Hoof Beast inside.
The Flame Hoof Beast released a large amount of green and red flames during its movements, but it was difficult to break through the surrounding black water light.
The Black Elephant King fell from the air, his feet stomping on the ground. With a loud bang, the entire ice jade mountain body shook suddenly.
Cracks appeared on the ground. The terrifying power radiated around, and the Flame Hoof Beast's afterimages dissipated one after another. Its body also let out a scream and was shaken out.
The Flame Hoof Beast's body was not in those phantoms, but had somehow reached the blood-colored light sphere that was still rotating above its head.
At the same time, there was also a团(*tuán: mass*) of yellow light, which was also shaken out under the terrifying power. The yellow light rotated and turned into a bright yellow umbrella, hiding a figure underneath, which was Zhang Ling.
At the moment when the blood-colored light curtain was dispersed, he also made a move. Although he was unwilling to provoke a tenth-order demon cultivator, the Flame Hoof Beast was right in front of him, and he had to make a move. He took the opportunity to kill the Flame Hoof Beast and seize the demon core.
Taking advantage of the two sides fighting, suddenly making a move was still quite sure of success. Once successful, he would immediately use the Void Bug to escape from this place.
However, plans could not keep up with changes, and Zhang Ling did not expect that this great demon's attack was so powerful that it shook him out of his hidden state. He had to immediately offer the Yellow Luo Umbrella for defense.
As soon as Zhang Ling appeared, the Black Elephant King noticed him, his eyes turned over, "Human cultivator." A fierce light flashed on this demon's face, and without hesitation, he waved his hand, and a black palm print grabbed over.
A gust of demon wind rushed towards him, Zhang Ling's face changed slightly, and he quickly released a heavy Yuan Xuan light.
A片(*piàn: slice*) of yellow light and black light exploded in the air. Although it blocked this blow, the yellow light was immediately suppressed. The black palm print only weakened a bit of power.
His figure flashed and moved more than ten *zhang* (*丈: zhang, a unit of length*) away, and the remaining power of the black palm slammed into the place he had just occupied, blasting a large pit in the ground.
Zhang Ling's mouth could not help but twitch. This seemingly ordinary blow was one or two points more powerful than he had imagined.
With this blow, he could sense that it was not only the demon power of this demon that was condensed, but also mixed with terrifying brute force. It seemed that this demon's physical strength was extremely strong.
After the Black Elephant King slapped Zhang Ling, his figure turned into a black light and rushed straight up into the sky, towards the Flame Hoof Beast, which was also shaken out. Obviously, this was his main target.
As for the human cultivator who suddenly appeared next to him, it was not too late to solve him after killing the Flame Hoof.
His palms flashed with black light, turning into two swollen giant claws, and slammed fiercely towards the Flame Hoof Beast, intending to give it a fatal blow.
The Flame Hoof Beast was covered in blood and had been seriously injured in the previous battle. After being shaken out of the air, the wind and fire spiritual power surrounding its body dissipated for the most part. It seemed difficult to use the escape technique again, and it fell from the air as if it was about to fall. It just fell between the Black Elephant King's claws.
At this moment of life and death, the Flame Hoof Beast raised its head and let out a neigh. A golden light spewed out from its mouth, quickly circling around its body. It actually formed dense golden runes.
With a loud, earth-shattering bang, the Black Elephant King's claws slapped up. But they were bounced off by those golden runes.
The Black Elephant King did not expect this scene and was directly shaken dozens of *zhang* (*丈: zhang, a unit of length*) away, his expression stunned.
Not far away, Zhang Ling, who had already released his flying sword and a large group of yellow sand and was waiting for an opportunity to move, was also stunned. Looking closely, there was a golden牌(*pái: plate*) wrapped in the shaking golden light. It was carved with dragons and phoenixes and looked very familiar.
"This is…"
This golden牌(*pái: plate*) was obviously a magic weapon, and it was very similar to the golden牌(*pái: plate*) found in the Flame Hoof Cave not long ago. It was very similar to a set of magic weapons, or the same kind of magic weapon.
As for demon beasts using magic weapons, there was nothing unexpected. Demon beasts of the fifth or sixth rank with high intelligence might kill human cultivators to obtain magic weapons and use them.
Not to mention異獸(*yìshòu: exotic beast*) like the Flame Hoof Beast.
Just as Zhang Ling was thinking this, the storage bracelet on his right hand suddenly vibrated, and a golden light flew out from it. It was the golden牌(*pái: plate*).
After this牌(*pái: plate*) appeared, the two golden牌(*pái: plate*) suddenly flashed with different spiritual lights.
The fire light in front of him flashed, and strange runes appeared. The phoenix pattern in the dragon and phoenix patterns engraved on it seemed to come alive, flew out from it, and sent out a burst of phoenix鳴(*míng: cry*).
The golden牌(*pái: plate*) released by the Flame Hoof Beast flashed blue light. A *jiao* dragon (*蛟龙: jiao dragon, a mythical dragon-like creature*) appeared.
For a time, the sounds of dragon嘯(*xiào: roar*) and phoenix鳴(*míng: cry*) resounded in his ears.
