Just from those few extra glances, Zhang Ling's expression immediately darkened. Looking at the surrounding environment again, it had completely changed.
The originally dim stone cave had transformed into a lavishly decorated room, and seven or eight beautiful women had appeared around him at some point.
These women all appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, swaying their slender waists and making seductive gestures.
At the same time, he heard sounds again, but this time it was no longer celestial music, but a series of somewhat low and extravagant seductive voices.
"This young master, please come quickly, my sisters have been waiting for days..."
A girl in a green dress swayed a few times and arrived next to Zhang Ling, calling out softly.
Before the girl could finish speaking, Zhang Ling flashed to the other side, looking coldly at these suddenly appearing girls.
Zhang Ling suppressed the somewhat manic thoughts in his heart and stopped looking at these women. With a thought, he saw the corpse bear beside him condense its corpse energy, open its mouth wide, and spit out a ball of gray-white corpse fire.
The corpse fire flashed and engulfed the beautiful women.
Ah!...
Immediately, the screams of the girls rang out in his ears as they turned into ashes. But as the corpse fire weakened, a glow appeared before his eyes, and several girls appeared again.
At this moment, these girls all had tears on their faces, their clothes were ragged, and they looked extremely miserable, arousing pity.
"Hmph."
Zhang Ling snorted coldly, and with a flick of his flying sword, several sword lights flashed and killed the girls.
Afterward, the surrounding area returned to its original dark stone cave environment.
But in the next part of the journey, Zhang Ling stopped and went. Figures appeared around him from time to time. Among them were cultivators he knew, and some he didn't.
But each figure was very real, not only with alluring beauty and temptations that made his heart beat faster, but also some terrifying and dangerous scenes that inspired awe.
Among them, several familiar female cultivators even appeared, including the Golden Core female cultivator, Dongfang Ya.
If he hadn't sensed no vitality from these figures through his corpse energy, he would have inevitably fallen for it.
...
"Old man, give me your life!"
Suddenly, a voice came from ahead. Zhang Ling swept his divine sense and his expression changed.
He saw a scene only five or six feet away from him: an old man had fallen to the ground, and a child of eleven or twelve years old was lying next to him.
At this moment, a burly man was laughing wildly and waving a steel knife, hacking at the old man.
Without thinking, Zhang Ling waved his hand, and the flying sword in his hand flew out, turning into a streak of blue light, and instantly beheaded the burly man.
The old man on the ground looked at him in shock, seemingly unable to believe it.
"Grandpa misses you very much. Are you doing well?"
Zhang Ling stood still, looking at the old man. He saw the old man sitting on the ground and smiling at him as he asked.
"Grandpa."
Looking at the old man's tattered clothes and disheveled hair, Zhang Ling's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth.
Seeing this, the old man got up from the ground and limped towards him. Zhang Ling looked at the old man and the deepest emotions in his heart were stirred up.
And when the old man walked up to him and reached out to stroke his face, Zhang Ling looked at the old man and smiled.
"Old man, I'm doing very well."
As he spoke, a light flashed beside the old man, and the flying sword pierced through the old man's back.
As the old man's figure disappeared, the surroundings plunged into endless darkness. Even the moonstones floating in front of him dimmed and disappeared.
...
The surroundings were pitch black, unable to see anything or hear a sound.
Zhang Ling stood still for a long time. He sighed in his heart, never expecting to see his grandfather's figure again, even if it was in an illusion.
Illusions are mostly not substantial techniques, but often test the deepest desires in people's hearts.
After all, he was just a small Foundation Establishment cultivator, not those high-level cultivators. His state of mind also had many weaknesses, and Zhang Ling was well aware of this.
He was not some fearless person, nor was he a wise man, at best he was just a mortal with some scheming.
If he really saw some unbearable scene, his mind would be blinded by a moment of impulsiveness, and that would be terrible.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Ling put away his thoughts and began to cast spells.
As the corpse bear released a large amount of corpse energy, it spread around.
But the surroundings were pitch black, without any movement. It was as if the five senses were sealed. This made him extremely uncomfortable.
It seemed that it was impossible to get out of the illusion.
Zhang Ling's heart turned cold, and he casually released a few fireballs to attack in several directions. Then he cast some Five Elements spells.
The surroundings shone with spiritual light. Various attacks were launched randomly around. After a wave of attacks, only a layer of spiritual power fluctuations remained in the air, and there were no other discoveries.
With a cold snort, he commanded the corpse bear to stride forward.
Walking in the dark made people feel uneasy. Zhang Ling knew that in this environment, the more timid and cowardly one was, the more easily one would be deceived by the illusion in the hall. Avoiding and retreating was not the way, only by facing it bravely could one find a way out.
After walking aimlessly for a while,
Suddenly, Zhang Ling's divine sense moved, and the flying sword transformed into several sword shadows and flashed, striking the space more than ten feet to the left.
It was originally empty and there was nothing there, but the sword lights made a sound of metal clashing there.
Zhang Ling was overjoyed and quickly used the Illusion Sword Technique with all his strength. He once again transformed into several sword shadows and attacked.
In a series of clanging sounds, the darkness rippled, like a water curtain, revealing a glimmer of light.
Zhang Ling quickly increased the intensity of his attack, and in a burst of explosions, the place emitting a dazzling light shattered like a mirror.
The corpse bear immediately took a big step and charged in that direction.
He saw that after the darkness in front shattered, a colorful glow was emitted, and more than ten fleshy, tongue-like tentacles attacked all at once.
Zhang Ling was prepared. As his mind turned, the corpse bear in front of him roared, and its claws in both hands burst out with several inches of long, jet-black nails. The gray-white corpse fire flashed on them, and he scratched several gray-white claw marks in front of him.
These claw marks intersected each other, like a gray-white net, meeting the many tentacles.
Several muffled sounds came, and the corpse bear's attack landed on the tentacles as if it had hit a swamp, and did not cut off the tentacles.
However, the corpse fire attached to it stained the tentacles and did not extinguish. These tentacles seemed to have pain, and they danced wildly as if they were crazy.
Zhang Ling would not stand idly by. At the same time as the corpse bear moved, he stretched out his left arm, and the dark vine followed closely.
When the tentacles went crazy, he wrapped and pulled them together, and then a thick sword light flashed, circling around the base of these tentacles.
The tentacles broke one after another, spraying out a large amount of viscous liquid.
At the location of the severed tentacles, a huge clam shell opened. These tentacles were actually extended from the flesh and blood of the giant clam.
Zhang Ling quickly commanded the magic weapon to attack, and at the same time, the buzzing sound in his hand was loud, and the copper ring flew out and hit the giant clam.
But the giant clam's opening flashed with light, shooting out a dazzling glow, making people dizzy.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but turn his eyes away, but the giant clam took the opportunity to retreat to the side. It seemed to want to escape.
But Zhang Ling's attack did not stop. Several sword shadows lit up and shot into the giant clam. The giant clam was in pain and quickly closed its shell.
But he saw a huge brass object shake and jam between the clam shells that were about to close, preventing them from closing.
The sword shadow whizzed and rushed into the giant clam, stirring in it for a while. Before long, the giant clam stopped moving and gurgled out a piece of white mucus.
Zhang Ling walked to the front of it, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed three pearls of different colors from it.
Two three-color pearls and one four-color pearl.
Zhang Ling looked at the orbs in his hand a few times, and put the two orbs into the storage bag. Of course, the shell of the giant clam was naturally not let go.
After killing this giant clam, most of the darkness around him dissipated. He could also see some things clearly.
In the following time, he would often find some giant clams, all of which were giant clams with second and third-order strength. Of course, he encountered two more giant clams with fourth-order strength. Each one was quite difficult to deal with.
However, after killing these giant clams, he also obtained three four-color orbs and seven or eight three-color orbs, which was a good harvest.
The only trouble was that he had not found a way out.
