Thus, after everyone hunted a large number of sea beasts that were besieging them, the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker. He could no longer see the others, and the number of sea beasts attacking him was also gradually decreasing.
After about half an hour, Zhang Ling stopped attacking. Now, no sea beasts were attacking him.
The thick fog had greatly suppressed his divine sense. Even if Zhang Ling released all of his divine sense, he could only detect an area about ten zhang away from his side.
In view of this situation, Zhang Ling also became cautious. He patted two more defensive talismans on his body, and at the same time, the blue steel shield was held in front of him.
"Who?"
Suddenly, Zhang Ling's eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to look to the left. It was a vast expanse of white, and there was nothing there.
Could it be that he had seen it wrong?
Zhang Ling couldn't help but wonder in his heart. He had sensed a spiritual power fluctuation that was no weaker than his there just now, but in the blink of an eye, that aura disappeared.
This made Zhang Ling's face gloomy. Now that he was in the thick fog, his divine sense was suppressed. This was not a good sign.
Zhang Ling looked around a few times and then returned the way he came.
If he remembered correctly, the area covered by these fogs was not large. As long as he left the fog range, he could talk about other things later.
After Zhang Ling made up his mind, he quickly retreated in the direction he came from. However, what made him strange was that he was still wandering in the fog for a full quarter of an hour, and he did not get out of the fog range.
Zhang Ling became more and more anxious. This situation was obviously not right for him.
Just then, suddenly he heard a strange popping sound. Then his divine sense also detected that a cultivator was fighting with a Bishui Snake sea beast more than ten zhang away from him.
It was now in the final stage. And this cultivator was actually Yuan Peng.
At this moment, he was holding a long yellow light net, trapping the Bishui Snake, a third-order sea beast, in it. At the same time, a blue flying knife was stuck on the sea snake's head.
It seemed that this person had subdued this sea beast and was just waiting for a single blow to kill it. Seeing this, Zhang Ling naturally had no intention of intervening.
With a crisp sound, Yuan Peng's flying knife magic weapon pierced through the sea snake's head, ending the life of this third-order sea beast.
"Haha, finally dead."
Then he heard Yuan Peng laugh a few times, and then this person's face suddenly changed as he looked in the direction of the mist, and he gave a low shout.
"Who's there?"
"Greetings, fellow Daoist."
Zhang Ling's voice came from the direction the person was looking at. A look of surprise flashed across Yuan Peng's face, and then he smiled.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Zhang. It's rare to meet someone else."
"No. I was surrounded by mist before and was trapped in the attack of many sea beasts. I just got out of trouble." Zhang Ling shook his head and said.
"So that's how it is." Yuan Peng looked Zhang Ling up and down with a smile on his face.
"Then Fellow Daoist Zhang, let's act together so we can take care of each other. What do you think, Fellow Daoist?"
"That's fine..."
Acting with Yuan Peng was also Zhang Ling's first thought when he discovered this person. Now they were in the fog, and the situation was unknown. And there was no conflict between the two, so acting together was the most correct choice.
Yuan Peng greeted Zhang Ling and walked towards the fog in front of him, as if he really planned to look for other people.
Zhang Ling chuckled and followed behind this person, but after he took two steps, he suddenly turned his head to look at the corpse of the Bishui Snake sea beast that Yuan Peng had killed.
Wasn't this person going to collect the corpse of this sea beast?
This question kept rising in his heart, and Zhang Ling stopped and stood still with a frown.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, why aren't you following? We still have to find them."
The mist in front of him rolled a few times, and Yuan Peng's voice came. Zhang Ling didn't seem to hear it. He raised his hand, and the flying sword in his hand shook, transforming into seven or eight yellow sword shadows, attacking Yuan Peng.
"Fellow Daoist, you-"
Seeing him suddenly attack, Yuan Peng seemed very surprised, and his face suddenly became angry.
The seven or eight yellow sword shadows arrived in front of Yuan Peng in an instant, slashing towards his body.
Faced with the flying sword attack, Yuan Peng's figure swayed, dodging to the side, and the blue flying knife was also sacrificed. The blue flying sword circled around in front of him, and with a bang, it knocked away Zhang Ling's sword shadow attack.
Then, Zhang Ling cast a magic formula, and the yellow sword shadows that had been transformed circled in the air, and the spiritual light on them greatly increased, attacking Yuan Peng again.
But at the same time, the Bishui Snake that had been killed by Yuan Peng shook its body and moved.
The Bishui Snake silently raised half of its thick snake body, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards Zhang Ling's head.
Zhang Ling stood there, without the slightest movement, as if he hadn't reacted to the sudden attack of this previously dead sea beast.
But seeing the Bishui Snake flash, it arrived behind Zhang Ling, and its big mouth was about to swallow Zhang Ling's back. Zhang Ling suddenly raised his left hand, and a black vine rushed out of his sleeve.
The black vine was as thick as a bucket, and with a flash of black light, it wrapped around the Bishui Snake.
Then, with a tearing sound, the Bishui Snake was twisted into several pieces by Zhang Ling's vine, scattering large amounts of bright red blood.
This scene only happened in an instant, but then there was a burst of water sounds from Zhang's side, and with a few light popping sounds, a burst of water columns soared into the sky.
For a time, the water mist filled the sky, and then he saw flat flying fish flying in the air. These flying fish opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and attacked him.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling's face sank, and his left arm shook, and a black vine whipped out from behind, making bursts of explosions.
The flying fish could not attack his body at all. But at this time, a blue light flashed.
It was Yuan Peng's blue flying knife, coming with a whistling sound.
Zhang Ling's divine sense had enveloped the surrounding area, easily discovering the incoming flying knife, and immediately sacrificed his flying sword, blocking the attack.
At the same time, he rubbed his hands together, and the yellow light in his hands shone brightly, and the attacks within a radius of three or four zhang around his body were shrouded.
Whether it was the attacking flying fish or the blue flying knife, they all paused. The speed immediately slowed down by more than half.
The black vine flashed out, like a black snake, stirring in the four hands a few times, and a large number of flying fish were knocked to the ground.
With a crisp sound, the flying sword flashing with yellow light knocked away the blue flying knife. Then, the trend did not decrease and attacked Yuan Peng.
