Ding Ruozhao glanced at the bluestone and then paid it no more attention. She was very anxious, wondering how her younger sister, Ye Zimei, was doing.
Fortunately, her sister had that special item with her, so the possibility of encountering danger wasn't high. However, it would be best to reunite as soon as possible. This place wasn't recorded in that jade slip.
Ding Ruozhao's beautiful eyes flickered a few times. She was just about to urge Zhang Ling to continue forward when suddenly her divine sense detected something. She quickly turned her head to look ahead, and then a light flashed on her body, transforming into a streak of silver light and quickly flying forward.
Zhang Ling also instantly sensed a wave of spiritual power and quickly followed. The two of them passed through a stretch of ruined walls and broken buildings and arrived at a huge square that was more than a hundred zhang in size. This seemed to be the central area of this building complex.
Strangely, the entire square was flowing with streams of water. The water only gathered in the square and didn't spread outwards.
As soon as Zhang Ling arrived here, he felt weak gusts of yin wind and a thick deathly aura floating around. This aura was very unusual. He felt like he had encountered it somewhere before.
Zhang Ling concentrated his divine sense and probed the water flowing under his feet. The black water on the square wasn't very deep, only about ten feet deep, and as black as ink. As soon as his divine sense entered it, he felt an icy chill that pierced his bones.
Could it be a type of yin water?
Zhang Ling couldn't help but guess. This seemed to be a place of yin and evil. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
In the center of the square, there were ten huge pillars, and in the central position, there seemed to be a high platform. It looked somewhat similar to the altar in Butterfly Valley, except this high platform was surrounded by several stone statues, which emitted a considerable aura of spiritual power.
Before he could finish observing the entire scene of the square, Zhang Ling was attracted by the sounds of fighting on the other side.
"Oh, it's Fellow Daoist Long. Why is he fighting with Fellow Daoist Qing Mang?" Ding Ruozhao frowned slightly, staring in the direction on the right, and couldn't help but say.
About forty or fifty zhang away from the two of them, waves of shocking energy were erupting.
The white jade fan in Long Lao's hand was constantly waving, fanning out gusts of ice wind that surrounded him.
His opponent didn't look quite human. It was a snake-like creature that was ten zhang long.
Strangely, the upper half of the snake-like creature's body was in the form of a man, with disheveled hair, while the lower half of its body had a long snake tail that was ten zhang long.
In its hand, it held a crimson flying fork, constantly releasing streams of fire snakes to attack.
Zhang Ling was wondering what kind of monster this was when he heard Ding Ruozhao's voice beside him.
"How is that monster Qing Mang Dao Ren? Why does he look like that? Could it be... a demon refiner?"
Looking at the monster, Zhang Ling couldn't help but be shocked. However, from Ding Ruozhao's words, he also heard some information. After thinking about it, he realized something.
Looking again at the snake-like monster, its upper body was the exposed form of a man. Upon closer inspection, it really was Qing Mang Dao Ren, who had been traveling with them.
This form resembled a demon refiner who had unleashed a demon transformation secret technique. Could this person really be a high-level demon refiner?
He wondered why these two were fighting at this moment. Could it be for some treasure? Zhang Ling guessed in his heart, and then he heard Long Lao shout loudly.
"Fairy Ding, Fellow Daoist Zhang, come quickly! Fellow Daoist Qing Mang has been possessed by some kind of demon!"
Possessed?
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of both of them changed drastically.
Zhang Ren and Ding Ruozhao exchanged a glance, and both saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes.
Ding Ruozhao's face instantly turned gloomy. She stomped her foot and transformed into a streak of silver light, rushing towards that side.
Zhang Ling's expression was naturally also very unsightly. He lightly patted his storage bag, and a spirit talisman appeared in his hand, forming a layer of azure protective shield.
Then, he released the black gold shield again and took out his flying sword. He injected spiritual power into them, activating these two magical treasures. A flash of light also appeared under his feet, and he flew towards the battle group.
A Golden Core cultivator had been possessed. Just thinking about it made Zhang Ling's heart feel a little cold. However, regardless of whether it was true or not, the current situation required them to first deal with Qing Mang Dao Ren.
As he approached Long Lao's battle group, Zhang Ling lightly shook his hand twice, and the flying sword transformed into more than a dozen blue and glittering sword beams that surrounded his body.
These sword lights combined one by one, transforming into three huge sword lights, preparing to attack.
But suddenly, Ding Ruozhao, who was flying in front of him, stopped her escape light for some reason. Zhang Ling thought that this woman had discovered something, so he quickly stopped his escape light as well.
After Ding Ruozhao stopped, the spiritual power fluctuations on her body actually became unstable. Then, she took out something that emitted a yellow light from her hand.
When Zhang Ling saw it, it turned out to be the yellow bronze cauldron that she had obtained from the altar before, except this treasure had now shrunk to the size of a palm.
But now, the yellow bronze was constantly shaking in Ding Ruozhao's hand, and there were also bursts of muffled sounds coming from it. He didn't know what had happened.
The layer of five-colored spiritual light sealed within this treasure was also fluctuating in size, as if something wanted to break through.
Ding Ruozhao's face was also extremely ugly. Her hands quickly formed hand seals, and dozens of magic formulas struck the bronze cauldron, forming silver runes that desperately suppressed this treasure.
Her heart was also somewhat shocked. Why did this treasure suddenly have an anomaly? It made her feel a little at a loss.
Glug glug
At this moment, Zhang Ling heard a strange sound of flowing water. He quickly released all of his divine sense to observe the surroundings, and his face instantly turned extremely gloomy.
He saw that between the stone pillars and several statues in the center of the square, a layer of shocking black light suddenly erupted, and there was also a scarlet thing constantly dancing within it.
The sound of a thumping heartbeat came from within the black light.
Ha!
Then, runes appeared on the pillars on the high platform, emitting powerful spiritual power riots. As these runes flickered,
Zhang Ling also clearly saw the stone statues surrounding the altar. They were three stone statues that were five or six zhang tall, each different.
Facing them was a black-faced, red-haired evil ghost statue with six arms, each holding treasures such as swords, jade seals, etc., which were now beginning to show spiritual light.
The other two stone statues, one was very tall and thin with wings on its back, but its head was a cyan-black bird head. The last stone statue was a human figure sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform, golden all over, as if it was made of gold, but its head was bald.
Zhang Ling recognized two of the three stone statues at a glance. The six-armed stone statue was a Six-Armed Underworld King, and the bird-headed stone statue was a Thunder God. These two stone statues were both famous demon-subduing and ghost-exorcising deities who had suppressed thousands of demons.
As for the bald stone statue, a thought flashed through Zhang Ling's mind, and he also had a guess. It seemed to be a rare Buddhist statue. Buddhist supernatural powers were also famous for dealing with the demonic and ghostly paths.
The three stone statues were here, obviously to suppress something.
