Qing Mang Daoist raised his arm, and the scarlet fire flying fork quickly danced, transforming into a layer of red light, seemingly trying to block the attack.
But as the yellow light approached Qing Mang Daoist within two or three zhang, it suddenly elongated, projecting a dazzling yellow light as if through a long mirror.
Qing Mang Daoist was struck by the yellow light, his movements instantly stiffening, and the flying fork in his hand slowed down.
This was Zhang Ling's cultivated Heavy Yuan Profound Light. Its power wasn't necessarily overwhelming, but once enveloped, both cultivators and magical artifacts would be subjected to immense pressure, naturally restricting their movements.
The cyan-black vines beside Qing Mang Daoist whooshed and wrapped around his body.
Zhang Ling continuously manipulated the hand seals, forming five or six gigantic sword shadows, aligned in a line, and thrusting straight towards Qing Mang Daoist's head.
Restricted by the Heavy Yuan Profound Light, his figure was immediately pressed to the ground. But after all, he was a Golden Core cultivator. After two or three breaths, the protective spiritual light around his body suddenly expanded and exploded with a loud bang.
An invisible wind pressure formed around him. Qing Mang Daoist's serpentine body also twisted rapidly a few times, breaking free from the Heavy Yuan Profound Light's restraint.
The giant sword unleashed by Zhang Ling struck his body in an instant. However, the position had shifted, only hitting his back.
His body was covered in golden scales, and the giant sword failed to break through his defense, only pressing him to the ground again.
Hiss, hiss...
This enraged Qing Mang Daoist. The flying fork in his hand danced like a wheel. The cyan-black vines that had bound him were severed by a wave of the flying fork.
At the same time, the two pairs of horns on Qing Mang Daoist's head suddenly turned golden-red, condensing into a huge golden light sphere.
The golden light sphere shot out, rapidly hurtling towards Zhang Ling's location.
Zhang Ling's feet flashed with cyan light as he was about to dodge to the other side, but the golden spiritual sphere, originally some distance away from him, instantly elongated, arriving a zhang in front of him, and then transformed into a golden giant python.
Zhang Ling's brow twitched, but he didn't panic. The Black Gold Shield enlarged and blocked in front of him.
The golden python crashed into the Black Gold Shield with immense force, resulting in a deafening roar. Zhang Ling was also shaken back more than two zhang.
The Black Gold Shield only trembled slightly before returning to calm. Blocking this attack was within Zhang Ling's expectations.
Looking at Qing Mang Daoist again, he was trapped on the ground once more.
The cyan-black vines that had been cut apart earlier hadn't been destroyed. Instead, they rapidly grew into huge vines again, wrapping him in place.
Zhang Ling expressionlessly continued to manipulate the sword incantation, releasing thirty or forty blue light sword shadows, constantly attacking him.
This person was already comparable to a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. After demonic transformation, his body's defense greatly increased. For the time being, Zhang Ling couldn't defeat him.
But trapping him for a while was not a problem. Whether it was the released vines or the Heavy Yuan Profound Light, both had a certain effect of trapping the enemy.
Suddenly, an astonishing spiritual pressure came from the side. It was Long Lao who had activated the scarlet-yellow spirit talisman in his hand.
This spirit talisman was flung out by Long Lao. When the original talisman approached Qing Mang Daoist, it suddenly split into eight identical talismans.
The eight talismans formed a line, rotating around Qing Mang Daoist. The spiritual light on the talismans flickered, each emitting a spiritual light as thick as an arm.
The eight spiritual lights, as if materialized, instantly bound Qing Mang Daoist in place.
So-called array talismans are formations sealed in special talisman paper. These types of spirit talismans are rarely seen, and can be said to be extremely rare.
Not only are they troublesome to refine, but the formations sealed on them at most only have two or three-tenths of the power of the original formation.
But one must know that complete formations are troublesome to set up, and most formations also have certain requirements for the terrain.
Sealing the power of the formation in a spirit talisman allows one to quickly release the formation's power to trap the enemy.
Although the power is not as great as the original formation, this point alone makes array talismans priceless.
Of course, if you have the means to set up the formation in advance and then lure the enemy in, that is also possible.
But wanting to set up a formation in the midst of battle is basically impossible.
Trapped in place, Qing Mang Daoist's flying fork in his hands whirled like a whirlwind, constantly attacking the spiritual light lines wrapped around his body.
But no matter how he attacked, the eight spiritual light lines remained unmoved, trapping him tightly. It was clear that the array talisman's power was extraordinary.
Long Lao's face lit up, and he coldly looked at Qing Mang Daoist and waved his sleeve, the jade fan reappearing in his hand.
Extending his withered hands, he continuously tapped on the jade fan, rapidly performing incantations.
The spiritual light on this magical treasure condensed and continuously expanded, turning into a giant jade fan as tall as a person in a few breaths.
"Evil creature, die!"
Long Lao shouted loudly, grabbing the jade fan and vigorously waving it. The fan surface emitted cyan and white light. The two groups of spiritual light intertwined, transforming into a layer of cyan-blue ice mist.
The whistling of wind resounded around the jade fan. As Long Lao urged this treasure, the ice mist detached from the fan surface, rapidly rotating to form a huge ice wind tornado six or seven zhang long. The surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point.
Wherever the ice mist passed, the black water on the ground was frozen into ice. And the most direct target of the attack, Qing Mang Daoist, who was trapped in the array talisman, had nowhere to hide and was instantly enveloped in ice mist.
After a few breaths, the ice mist dissipated, and Qing Mang Daoist was directly frozen in place.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling couldn't help but take another look at Long Lao. This person was not only an array master, but the attack power of the jade fan in his hand was also extraordinary.
It seems that these veteran Golden Core cultivators all have one or two trump cards. Compared to them, he, a newcomer who had just advanced to the Golden Core stage, still had many shortcomings.
This time, Long Lao also took a deep breath. The jade fan in front of him also transformed back into its original appearance. He flashed and arrived in front of the frozen Qing Mang Daoist.
Quickly raising his hand, a wind blade the size of a zhang shot out. Qing Mang Daoist's frozen corpse was shattered into pieces under the attack of this small wind blade.
Long Lao then grabbed with one hand, and two storage bags and the red flying fork were caught in mid-air by him. Then he turned his head and smiled at Zhang Ling.
"It was a helpless move that Qing Mang Daoist fell into our hands. However, thank you, Daoist friend, for your help. This magical treasure will be considered a thank you gift."
With a wave of his hand, the red flying fork that belonged to Qing Mang Daoist flew towards Zhang Ling's direction.
Seeing this person's expression, there was no hint of regret. Zhang Ling sneered in his heart.
