Now, what Zhang Ling needed most was time. The intense bursts of power from afar sent chills down his spine. If he didn't leave this place soon, he would face a true life-or-death crisis.
Looking at the three storage bags, Zhang Ling pondered for a moment before suddenly flipping his hand, revealing a broken bronze oil lamp.
This extraordinary treasure could be activated with essence blood, allowing his spiritual consciousness to increase for a short period. Now, he had to give it a try.
He chose this treasure because the sealing restrictions on high-level storage bags were mostly spiritual consciousness-based.
The bronze oil lamp still had some essence blood remaining as lamp oil. This was a bit of essence blood that Zhang Ling had stored before entering the ancient ruins, in case of emergencies.
Although several days had passed, the effect of the essence blood had diminished significantly, but since Old Long's strength was comparable to his, as long as his spiritual consciousness could increase by a good margin, breaking the restrictions on the storage bags wouldn't be too difficult.
Using other methods would probably take a very long time.
With a thought from Zhang Ling, a blood-red flame lit up on the bronze oil lamp, but the flame only flickered a few times before instantly turning grayish-green.
The grayish-green flame looked weak, but under its glow, Zhang Ling immediately felt a surge of energy.
Taking a deep breath, he focused his spiritual consciousness and charged towards the black storage bag among the three.
The invisible force of spiritual consciousness was not a physical entity. It instantly rushed towards the opening of the black storage bag, where some golden runes appeared.
As these runes flowed rapidly, they formed golden threads, tightly sealing the opening of the storage bag.
Zhang Ling first tested the strength of the restriction on this storage bag. After gaining a sense of it, he mobilized all his spiritual consciousness and charged towards the opening of the bag again.
His spiritual consciousness, amplified by the lamp flame, had also increased by a large margin.
The golden threads at the opening of the bag dimmed under the impact of his spiritual consciousness. These golden threads also began to move rapidly, as if an invisible silver needle was sewing them together.
But it didn't seem to help much. After a few breaths, the golden threads snapped one by one, like broken strings on a zither.
After breaking the restriction, Zhang Ling's spiritual consciousness immediately invaded the black storage bag and quickly searched through it.
There were quite a few things in this storage bag, but they were mostly array tools and array disks, most of which were semi-finished products and not fully refined.
What he needed now wasn't these things. Based on Zhang Ling's guess, even though Old Long didn't have time to use any method to break the array...
...Old Long's statement that he had some confidence didn't seem like a lie. Zhang Ling suspected it was some kind of special magic treasure.
Then, he used the same method to break the restrictions on the other two storage bags.
In total, it took him a dozen or so breaths. It wasn't long, but it completely exhausted the essence blood stored in the bronze oil lamp.
Zhang Ling also felt a dizzy sensation in his head, which was a side effect of using this treasure.
Fortunately, he was now a Golden Core cultivator, and the essence blood stored in the bronze oil lamp had already lost some of its effect, so the increase in spiritual consciousness wasn't too significant.
Therefore, the side effects weren't too obvious. He could recover after meditating for half an hour.
He first carefully put away the bronze ancient lamp.
Then, not daring to delay, he quickly divided his spiritual consciousness into three strands, constantly checking the items in the three storage bags, hoping to find the treasure that Old Long had mentioned that could break the restriction.
He had no confidence in breaking the restriction and escaping on his own.
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While Zhang Ling was anxiously searching for a way to break the restriction, the altar was a scene of bustling activity, erupting with bursts of rumbling sounds.
At this moment, streams of water rose from the outer perimeter of the altar, formed from the black water that had previously flowed backward.
The water streams constantly transformed into water dragons, lashing at the three stone statues like whips.
The layer of purplish-black light in the center of the altar grew increasingly intense, with countless blood-red tentacles waving about. At the very bottom of these tentacles, a blood basin-like mouth had appeared at some point, as if something was about to emerge from the altar.
Croak... Croak...
Suddenly, a long howl came from the altar, and a black claw, five or six zhang in size, stretched out from within.
With a loud bang, the giant claw mercilessly struck one of the divine statues.
Immediately, the light on that statue dimmed, and then the wildly dancing blood-colored tentacles intertwined, transforming into a giant tentacle twenty or thirty zhang long.
It wasn't accurate to call it a tentacle; it looked more like the tongue of some creature. The blood-red tongue first retracted, returning to the large mouth revealed on the altar.
The half-open mouth opened and closed, emitting another earth-shattering roar. The giant roar was like a tangible attack, forming an invisible shockwave that impacted the altar, and the whistling wind echoed throughout the area.
Under this power, the aura of the three divine statues seemed to weaken by three points.
At the same time, the opened mouth extended a scarlet, giant tongue. A flash of blood-red light passed, and one of the stone statues was directly shattered.
Then, the entire altar shook violently, with cracking sounds constantly echoing, and cracks spread across the altar. The outermost pillars dimmed and shattered one after another.
What was particularly obvious was the purplish-black spiritual light in the center of the altar. As it flickered on and off, the spiritual light soared into the sky, transforming into a spiritual light pillar more than ten zhang wide.
Within the light pillar, a huge black shadow crawled out of the altar.
The intense fluctuations erupting from the altar attracted everyone's attention. Even the blood-colored infant and the white jade skeleton, who were constantly entangled on the other side, stopped fighting.
Zhang Ling's lips were dry, and he swallowed, unable to help but look aside.
The black shadow was more than ten zhang tall, resembling a round meatball. Upon closer inspection, it was a giant toad.
The giant toad was purplish-black all over, and its back was covered with countless purple-glowing bumps. Its open blood basin-like mouth was ten zhang wide. Even more terrifying, the toad had three pairs of scarlet demon eyes on its head, which sent chills down Zhang Ling's spine with just one glance.
At the same time, what shocked Zhang Ling even more was that this giant toad didn't seem to be an ordinary demon beast. Its body was mixed with a large amount of desolate turbid qi.
This was clearly a desolate beast.
But its aura was even stronger than that of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Facing this monster, he felt a strong sense of oppression, even stronger than that of the blood-colored infant and the white bone skeleton.
The toad twisted its large head, and its three pairs of demon eyes blinked, showing great intelligence, completely unlike a desolate beast.
Desolate beasts had no intelligence at all. What kind of monster was this? Zhang Ling was shocked.
Suddenly, a thick cyan lightning bolt struck the top of the toad's head, causing a burst of sparks.
Fire chains appeared around the altar, instantly binding the toad in place.
This was an attack launched by the other two divine statues, indicating that the giant toad had not truly escaped.
The sound of thunder also woke Zhang Ling up. With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, a black jade box appeared.
The jade box was only two or three inches in size, and it was covered with two fourth-order sealing talismans.
This was found in one of Old Long's storage bags. Preserved with such care, it was likely to contain something that could break the restriction.
Zhang Ling's hand lit up with yellow light, enveloping the jade box. After two breaths, the two talismans fell off.
With a snap, he opened the jade box, which contained a palm-sized black jade axe, which, upon inspection with his spiritual consciousness, was engraved with dense, tiny silver ancient characters.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but frown, as he didn't recognize what it was. This small jade axe didn't have any spiritual power fluctuations, as if it was neither a magic tool nor a magic treasure.
But judging from the ancient characters on it, it was obviously not an ordinary item.
Could it be some kind of treasure to break the restriction? With this thought in mind, his hands didn't stop. A wisp of spiritual light rose from his hand.
He wanted to inject some spiritual power into it to test what kind of treasure it was.
But just then, he heard the sound of something breaking through the wind beside him, and under his spiritual consciousness perception, it was actually coming towards him.
Without thinking, Zhang Ling flipped his hand and put away the jade box. The protective spiritual light on his body shone even brighter, instantly becoming thicker, and the Ujin Shield also blocked him in front.
Then, he stepped on the void with one foot and quickly fled in another direction.
Behind him, the anomaly he had just noticed turned out to be the bronze cauldron flying towards him. This treasure was in Ding Ruozhao's hands.
Could this woman have gone crazy and attacked him?
But then he realized it wasn't Ding Ruozhao, but the white jade skeleton dragging the bronze cauldron with one hand, quickly flying upwards. A layer of spiritual light also appeared in the bronze cauldron, seemingly trying to take him into it.
Zhang Ling's face turned pale, and without thinking, he increased his escape speed by several points. At the same time, he frantically injected mana into the blue flying sword, surrounding himself with more than a dozen blue and glittering sword lights.
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