At this moment, the nine Core Formation experts at the forefront of the group seemed to have noticed the anomaly, each emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.
The ancestors of the four great families gathered together, exchanged glances, and each took out their magical treasures.
The five foreign Core Formation cultivators on the other side of the group naturally felt a powerful threat approaching them, and they became highly vigilant.
Among the five, a dark-faced man with thick eyebrows silently said something.
"Old Ghost Yin Feng, something seems wrong."
"It doesn't matter. As long as we join forces, what can the four great families do to us, no matter what their schemes are? Let's search this place first."
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Yin Feng is right. No matter what their schemes are, let's search for spiritual objects first. We have no ties. If they dare to play tricks, aren't they afraid of our revenge on their four great families afterwards?"
The five of them occasionally transmitted their voices, conversing with each other.
Ah!
Suddenly, a scream came, and before everyone could react, several more intense screams followed.
The cultivators who screamed were all those on the outermost edge of the group. Zhang Ling also turned to look at a yellow-robed man twenty-odd zhang away from him.
This man was screaming with his head in his hands, and blood was spurting from his mouth, as if he had been attacked.
Zhang Ling focused his divine sense and observed that behind this man, he didn't know when, there was something with disheveled hair lying on his back. It was dark and unclear what it was.
He could only see the constantly waving black hair engulfing half of the yellow-robed man's body. Then, a layer of ghostly green fire rose from the man's body.
After one or two breaths, the man stopped screaming, his body quickly withered, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, leaving behind a shriveled corpse.
The other cultivators nearby, seeing this, lit up their magical artifacts and attacked the hairball-like thing. The spiritual light of various magical artifacts burst out, and screams continued to come from all parts of the team.
For a time, it seemed a bit chaotic.
Zhang Ling only glanced at this side and quickly turned his head. With a shake of the flying sword in his hand, several sword shadows slashed fiercely towards the left side.
Originally, there was nothing there, but at the moment the sword light appeared, a black shadow flashed in the ghost mist, and a dark thing appeared, just hitting the sword light.
But then an amazing scene appeared. The sword light slashed on the thing without exception, but the dark thing only paused slightly, and several sword lights passed through its body, seemingly not causing any damage to it.
Zhang Ling's expression remained unchanged. At this time, he also saw clearly what this thing was.
It turned out to be a green-faced ghost head flying in mid-air. Except for a head of constantly dancing strange black hair, there was nothing below the ghost head, no body at all.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling couldn't help but be surprised. It was the first time he had seen this kind of ghost thing. Seeing that it did not have the slightest vitality and emitted a strong yin energy, this ghost head did not belong to ordinary monsters. This was an extremely rare demon ghost.
Although surprised in his heart, Zhang Ling did not stop attacking. With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the red wooden sword body instantly turned black-cyan, covered with a layer of light cyan lightning.
Under the urging of Zhang Ling's magic, the lightning on the flying sword shone brightly, and with two swishes, it slashed out a cyan sword light several feet long.
After a burst of cyan lightning, the green-faced ghost head turned into green smoke and dissipated.
But instantly, another green-faced, fanged ghost head rushed out of the ghost mist beside him and pounced.
Without thinking, Zhang Ling pinched a magic in his hand, and the wooden sword quickly circled around his body, releasing four or five cyan lightning sword lights, turning the flying ghost head into a burst of smoke.
But at this moment, Zhang Ling's divine sense surrounded the entire team, which was now surrounded. One green-faced ghost head after another rushed out of the ghost mist.
These ghost heads reminded him of the flying skull ghosts recorded in some classics. It is said that this kind of ghost is extremely rare, transformed from yin sha cold air and death air.
It is said that high-level flying skull ghosts also have some strange magical powers.
The strength of these ghost heads is not weak. Each one is basically equivalent to a second-order monster, and ordinary five-element spells only cause them less than half the damage.
Of course, fire-attribute attacks or thunder-attribute techniques are more effective against these ghost heads.
These ghost heads are not physical entities. Facing these ghost heads, Zhang Ling, who showed the strength of the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, could barely cope.
The red wooden sword in his hand was refined from three-hundred-year-old red spirit peach wood, and he added a thunder-attribute material to it.
As long as spiritual power is used to push it, it can release thunder-attribute attacks, but this thunder-attribute attack cannot last too long. Each time, it can only condense a small amount of lightning, and at most, it can only wave hundreds of sword lights.
After the lightning is consumed, this magic weapon can only condense thunder-attribute spiritual power again after a period of time.
Fortunately, it is enough to deal with these ghost heads for the time being, so for a time, Zhang Ling's performance was still relatively easy, but the other monks were not so lucky.
There were also hundreds of ghost heads besieging them. Although everyone's cultivation was not weak, they were also caught in a bitter battle for a time.
As everyone fought with the green-faced ghost heads, the scene became a bit chaotic.
The leading Core Formation experts did not take action. They stared at a place in the front at the same time, and everyone's face became serious. Each of them erupted with the aura of a Core Formation expert.
This made no green-faced ghost head dare to approach them.
"Here it comes."
Suddenly, one of them spat out a voice. A black light flashed in his hand, and a white stick appeared in his hand. This was a bone stick made up of countless white skulls. He urged the magic in his hand, and a green ghost fire lit up on the skull stick.
This person was the highest cultivation level among the five foreign monks, Old Ghost Yin Feng. The skull stick was his natal magic weapon. The others beside him also lit up their magic weapons.
At this time, the air seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then they heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from far and near.
The ghost mist in front rippled, revealing a few blurred shadows.
Before everyone could see clearly what was hidden inside, the gray-robed old man at the head of the four great families flashed a fire light in his hand and quickly flicked his hand, condensing countless red fireballs in front of him.
These fireballs gathered together and transformed into a huge fire snake more than ten feet long.
The fire snake opened its mouth and spewed out a thick pillar of flame, making a rumbling sound, and a wave of flame several feet high lit up in front.
The flames burned for a time, and the surrounding air was a little distorted. A large area of ghost mist directly turned into black smoke and dissipated.
But in the next moment, a burst of black mist rose sharply, and the flames were instantly suppressed. A huge ghost head with a height of seven or eight feet flew out of it.
Unlike those ordinary ghost heads, this ghost head had countless red disheveled hairs flying on it. The ghost head's cackling laughter seemed even more terrifying.
