Only after more than ten breaths did Zhang Ling regain consciousness, and he quickly checked his own condition.
His condition was terrible, his nascent soul spirit body was extremely虚化, almost collapsing.
He guarded his mind, regulated his vitality, and after a long while, he stabilized his nascent soul. At the same time, his divine soul also suffered some trauma, causing his head to ache.
Although he didn't have a physical body now, the pain of the divine soul was even more real.
Taking a closer look, Zhang Ling's face stiffened, he was now in a golden light.
Scanning with his divine sense, he realized that he had been impacted by the aftermath of the nascent soul magic weapon's self-destruction and had been blasted into the golden spring below.
However, there was no spring water in this golden spring, only a layer of golden mist swirling around.
Suddenly, a gray shadow flashed before his eyes, and a huge gray dragon head probed over, it was the gray dragon.
Zhang Ling was startled and wanted to immediately use teleportation to escape. But as soon as he activated the magic, he felt a tearing sensation all over his body and had to stop.
He couldn't even teleport at the moment.
Fortunately, the gray dragon in front of him did not attack him. It swam past him as if he were just a small fish. It flicked its tail a few times and disappeared below.
Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the bottom of the golden spring. Before him was a thick layer of golden light, and he could no longer see the gray dragon.
He had no intention of going down to investigate, and with a sway, he flew towards the sky.
He was not completely out of danger yet, and he didn't know if the self-destruction of the nascent soul magic weapon had killed Long Bo's spirit.
Zhang Ling flew out of the golden spring without any hindrance and looked at the previous location.
He saw a cyan-black lotus flower that looked like an ice sculpture, covered with countless cracks. It looked like a broken flower composed of countless ice fragments.
He could still faintly feel the aura of the nascent soul magic weapon. It seemed that his nascent soul magic weapon had not been completely destroyed by the self-destruction.
Zhang Ling's mind moved, and he subconsciously wanted to summon the nascent soul magic weapon. The ice-sculpted lotus trembled slightly and then scattered into cyan-black smoke, beginning to dissipate.
At the same time, he no longer sensed Long Bo's slightest aura, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as this old monster is killed, the loss of the nascent soul magic weapon is worth it.
"Eh, this is."
Suddenly, Zhang Ling noticed that several fragment-like things had fallen from the smoke that the nascent soul magic weapon had turned into.
With a wave of his hand, those things flew into the air, they were three black-cyan lotus petals. They were still stained with his own weak soul power.
"Could it be fragments of the nascent soul magic weapon."
Zhang Ling's mind moved, and the three lotus petals were drawn to him, automatically merging in the air to form a small lotus flower with only three petals.
The aura it emitted was that of his nascent soul magic weapon, the Azure Lotus. The only difference was that his nascent soul magic weapon was a virtual body, not a physical one.
But at this moment, this small lotus flower with only three petals was like an ordinary magic weapon, a physical object.
Zhang Ling frowned, but in his feeling, this three-petaled lotus flower was indeed his nascent soul magic weapon, and he could control it very freely.
And it seemed that it could be integrated into his sea of consciousness without any hindrance.
However, Zhang Ling did not rashly integrate this three-petaled lotus flower into his sea of consciousness because of this strange change. He just took the small lotus flower in front of him and observed it carefully.
After a while, he really saw some clues.
It seemed that because his nascent soul magic weapon had self-destructed, it not only killed Long Bo's spirit but also completely destroyed the broken Profound Soul Stone.
The remaining power of the nascent soul magic weapon seemed to have autonomously absorbed the broken Profound Soul Stone. This is how these three physical lotus petals were formed.
This allowed the nascent soul magic weapon to maintain a little spirituality and not be completely destroyed.
He came to this conclusion because he also sensed that this small lotus flower had the special spiritual power of the Profound Soul Stone.
Regardless of whether this was the reason, it was a pleasant thing for him that this treasure was not completely destroyed.
Zhang Ling quickly shot out a ball of yellow light, covered the three-petaled lotus flower in it, and sucked the treasure into his mouth.
This transformed Azure Lotus of the Nascent Soul will probably need to be re-refined after leaving this place.
Now he should think about how to get out of this place.
After Long Bo's spirit was destroyed, the surroundings became much clearer. He could no longer see any strange faces, and the suppression of divine sense by the gray mist covering this place had also been greatly reduced.
After careful investigation, Zhang Ling found that the space inside the cauldron was not large, basically only a thousand feet in size, and he could see the inner wall of the cauldron.
But he still couldn't find the exit.
After a while, he returned to the golden spring where the gray dragon was hiding with a gloomy face.
The only different things in the cauldron were two things.
One was this golden spring, and the other was the stone wall standing next to it.
Looking at the golden spring, Zhang Ling hesitated.
Long Bo had said that once his soul power was exhausted, this gray dragon would devour him.
But this person had been killed, and the gray dragon had not gone mad, but was very calm. Obviously, the old monster was lying.
Even so, Zhang Ling didn't want to provoke this gray dragon at the moment. With a sweep of his eyes, he looked at the stone tablet standing next to him.
When Long Bo was telling his origins, he seemed to say that this stone wall was a Soul Suppressing Tablet he had refined with some Soul Absorbing Stone from the Netherworld.
It sounded like a magic weapon, to suppress his soul power.
When the power of divine sense swept over it, Zhang Ling immediately felt the power of extreme cold. At the same time, his divine sense was instantly swallowed by the stone tablet.
This stone tablet was indeed very strange. From the feeling, it was indeed a Yin attribute treasure.
Moreover, this stone tablet did not look as big as before, but it was not small either.
This was a black stone tablet that was more than ten feet wide and thirty to forty feet high, with a thickness of about three feet.
Zhang Ling walked around the stone tablet, but he couldn't see anything. There were no words or spiritual patterns on it, as if it was a stubborn stone.
This made his face even more gloomy. Could it be that there was really no exit and he would be trapped here to death?
Zhang Ling snorted and quickly changed the magic formula with both hands. A mass of essence spewed out from the nascent soul's mouth. A yellow light covered himself. He gathered again into a divine sense incarnation.
However, this divine sense incarnation was only the size of an ordinary person and was somewhat虚浮. With the change of the magic formula, the Eye of Illusion Breaking barely opened again on the incarnation's forehead.
Using the Eye of Illusion Breaking in his current state would damage his origin.
Zhang Ling planned to rely on this spiritual eye to carefully study this stone tablet.
His face sank three points as the gaze of the Eye of Illusion Breaking landed on the stone tablet.
At this moment, relying on the magic eye, he really saw many differences.
There was nothing on this stone tablet. Instead, there were many mysterious black spiritual patterns. Countless spiritual patterns intertwined to form many hideous ghost faces.
At first glance, it looked like a fierce scene of ten thousand ghosts devouring souls.
After looking at it a few more times, Zhang Ling felt like he was about to be sucked in. He quickly turned his head and calmed his mind. Just as he was about to study it carefully again, he let out a soft疑.
At this moment, his gaze caught a glimpse of a faint green light under the stone tablet, as if something was pressed underneath.
Zhang Ling frowned, and with a flash of yellow light in his hand, he slammed the stone tablet hard. The entire stone tablet was pulled up from the ground and fell a few feet away with a bang.
He saw that the ground where the stone tablet had been originally was engraved with dense runes, emitting a faint green light. Seven stone pillars several feet high stood around, also covered with runes.
A closer look revealed that these stone pillars were actually inlaid with a glittering jade stone.
Zhang Ling instantly recognized that the jade stones inlaid on the stone pillars were all top-grade spiritual eye stones. This was obviously a set of formations, and the handwriting was not small.
Using several top-grade spiritual eye stones as the formation eyes.
What surprised him even more was that in the center of the formation, there was an old man with white hair sitting cross-legged.
Zhang Ling's face changed when he saw this old man, because the old man's face was exactly like Long Bo's.
Fortunately, he instantly discovered that this person had no aura, obviously, he was already a corpse. Could this be the person's body?
Zhang Ling also noticed that this person's body had actually died a long time ago, not just now.
In particular, it was obvious that this corpse only had one arm, and its clothes were tattered. It must have suffered heavy damage.
At this time, Zhang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and he noticed that under the corpse's buttocks was a foot-sized scale, surrounded by a layer of seven-colored spiritual light.
Seeing this scale, he had a sense of familiarity.
He instantly thought of the cracked seven-colored scale that the Town Sea King had sacrificed when he fought against him before.
The aura emitted by the scale in front of him and the Town Sea King's seven-colored scale could almost be said to be exactly the same. The two seven-colored scales must be from the same source. It is very likely that they are scales from the same powerful monster.
Zhang Ling waved his hand and released a spiritual power, as if to grab the seven-colored scale under the corpse in his hand.
But as soon as his spiritual power came into contact with the range of the formation, it was blocked by the green light that emerged from the formation.
Zhang Ling's face sank, and he tried again, judging that the defense of this formation was not weak and it was not easy to break.
Fortunately, this formation was unmanned, and after studying it, his eyes fell on the seven stone pillars.
It took a little time to break three of the pillars. Although it did not completely break the formation, it also reduced the power of this formation by more than half.
Then Zhang Ling roughly tore a gap with spiritual power, and easily entered the formation. He grabbed the seven-colored scale in his hand at once.
This seven-colored scale was intact, the seven-colored spiritual light on it was very gorgeous, flowing like water waves, and the spiritual power gathered on it was very amazing, giving people a feeling of palpitation.
At the same time, in the eyes of the Illusion Breaking Eye, he also vaguely saw a seven-colored dragon swimming in the scale. Although it was just a phantom, it was full of spirituality.
At the moment of seeing the dragon shadow, Zhang Ling seemed to hear a dragon roar in his ears. It took him a long time to recover, and he touched the scale.
"Could this really be a dragon scale." He murmured. Staring at the seven-colored scale for a few more times, Zhang Ling's gaze turned to the old man's body.
Finding a way to escape is the most important thing.
Then he took out a green storage jade bracelet and a gray storage bag from the old man. In addition, there was also a gray scale.
Zhang Ling did not immediately check the two storage magic weapons, but grabbed the gray scale, injected spiritual power, and stimulated this thing.
Other things can be ignored, but this gray scale was not put into the storage treasure, but was directly hidden on the body, which is very likely to be something similar to a forbidden token.
If he could activate it, maybe he could get out of trouble.
As the spiritual power was injected, the gray scale gradually lit up with golden light, and dragon-shaped phantoms emerged on it.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling heard bursts of dragon roars. Seeing that he could stimulate this thing, Zhang Ling showed joy.
He immediately added to the spiritual power input.
After a few breaths, another dragon roar came from beside him.
Zhang Ling felt the ground shake. He turned his eyes and looked at the golden spring next to him. The vibration came from inside.
In a golden light, the gray dragon hidden inside protruded its head again, opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of gray whirlwind, rolling towards Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling's face changed slightly, but he instantly understood something, just shook his body, and still stood in place without moving.
The gray whirlwind wrapped him in an instant, whirled a few times in the air, and then dissipated into air currents.
Zhang Ling also disappeared at the same time.
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