He steeled his heart, and with a gentle tremor of his left arm, a grayish-blue vine, several feet long, snaked out. This vine was a root system transformed from the bizarre vine parasitizing his body.
A slit opened on the vine, from which floated a two-colored bead of azure and crimson.
This bead was a wood-attributed demon core refined with his own blood essence into a Human Yuan Evil Bead. After so many years of refinement, this treasure could be considered a unique artifact.
It could enhance the power of the strange vines.
Zhang Ling bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mass of vital blood, which transformed into a layer of blood mist and merged into the bead. Instantly, the bead spun rapidly, shooting out hair-like gray vine threads.
These threads quickly intertwined into a fist-sized grayish-blue sphere. As Zhang Ling rapidly manipulated hand seals, seals struck the sphere, causing it to glow with azure and crimson light.
After completing the spell, Zhang Ling glanced at the two-headed demon wolf lunging towards him, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
With a thought, the speed of the three flying swords decreased slightly, and the demon wolf seized the opportunity to escape the swords' attack, rushing towards him with a gust of ghostly wind.
The two-headed wolf was swift, arriving in an instant. Its two pitch-black, enormous paws mercilessly struck towards Zhang Ling's head.
Zhang Ling calmly waved his hand, and the sphere formed from vine threads was thrown out, meeting the demon wolf head-on.
As soon as this sphere was released, it exploded into countless fine vine threads, shimmering with azure and crimson spiritual light. They instantly grew larger and thicker, transforming into arm-thick azure and crimson vines.
The vines intertwined like a spiderweb, weaving into a large net of azure and crimson. With a whoosh, it quickly trapped the two-headed wolf.
After being trapped, the demon wolf seemed to react. Both heads raised simultaneously, one wolf head releasing a large amount of icy mist that transformed into wind blades, constantly cutting at the vine net.
The other wolf head released a wave of invisible sonic attacks, impacting the net and stretching it to its limit.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling was delighted. He urged the spell in his hands, and several clusters of heavy yellow spiritual light appeared in his palm. These lights flashed and floated around the two-headed wolf, emitting a large expanse of yellow light.
He used the Heavy Yuan Profound Light again. Although these spiritual lights were countered by the demon wolf's sonic attacks, this time the range was vast, covering the area near the demon wolf.
With the vines and Heavy Yuan Profound Light, he temporarily suppressed the demon wolf.
Zhang Ling summoned the three azure flying swords back with a single hand. They circled around him, rapidly rotating and transforming into three azure lights, overlapping each other.
Having finally created this opportunity, Zhang Ling quickly cast a spell.
Instantly, a bright azure light shone before him. He was about to cast the Treasure Gathering Spirit Binding Art again, combining the power of the three flying swords, hoping to kill this two-headed wolf with one blow.
The two-headed wolf trapped in the vines also struggled frantically. The azure and crimson vines trapping the demon became gray and white under the demon wolf's attacks.
The toughness and power of the gray-white vines were greatly weakened, and they could be torn apart by the demon wolf with a single strike. The azure and crimson light on the vines was the effect of the Human Yuan Evil Bead, but it had its limits.
Zhang Ling watched the azure sword light in front of him continuously solidify and become dazzling. His spellcasting still required time.
He gritted his teeth and spat out another mouthful of vital blood onto the Human Yuan Evil Bead.
Instantly, his face paled. Even a Golden Core expert would find it difficult to continuously use their own vital blood.
The azure and crimson bead absorbed the blood essence and released brilliant light, rotating rapidly, and again shot out thirty or forty vine threads, transforming into thick azure and crimson vines that swept out. With the addition of these vines, he could barely trap the two-headed demon wolf.
After a few moments of stalemate, Zhang Ling changed the hand seals and gently pointed at the azure light in front of him, shouting in a low voice, "Rise!"
The three flying swords completely merged together, condensing into a five- or six-zhang azure giant sword. With a light hum, a beam of light crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, transforming into an azure rainbow and slashing down on the two-headed wolf's neck from top to bottom.
But to Zhang Ling's surprise, the flying sword struck the demon wolf solidly, but it transmitted a huge "clang" sound.
This sound did not sound like a strike on the body of a monster, but rather on some kind of hard object.
Zhang Ling could not help but quickly stare at the two-headed demon wolf. The demon wolf also seemed to be stunned, but there was no crack in its neck. It seemed that it had not caused it any damage. He could not believe the scene before him.
Could it be that the demon wolf's body is harder than a magic weapon?
The spiritual pressure emitted by this two-headed wolf is at most at the level of a fifth- or sixth-order monster. Moreover, the Yin evil energy on its body is extremely heavy, and it may be a kind of demon ghost.
But whether it is a demon ghost or a monster, except for the hard parts such as claws and teeth, other parts are not comparable to magic weapons.
What's more, his attack was an attack condensed from three natal flying swords, and its power was definitely higher than that of ordinary magic weapon attacks. It was impossible to cut out even a trace on the body of the two-headed wolf.
While Zhang Ling was shocked, the two-headed wolf did not make any further movements, but stood blankly in mid-air, as if it had lost its mind.
The air was inexplicably still for a moment.
Then, the two-headed wolf's body blurred and was covered by a layer of purplish-black mist. Zhang Ling thought something had happened and quickly retreated a few zhang.
After being wrapped in mist, the two-headed wolf shrank rapidly. After a breath or two, only a head-sized ball of purplish-black light remained.
Something seemed to be humming and trembling in the light ball.
"So that's it."
Zhang Ling was overjoyed when he saw the thing in the purplish-black light ball, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.
With a wave of his hand, the light ball slowly flew towards him. When the light ball flew in front of him, nothing happened.
Zhang Ling was relieved and reached out to grab the purplish-black light ball.
A flash of yellow light in his hand crushed the purplish-black light ball, and a palm-sized purplish-black bell was caught in his hand.
The bell did not look big, but it was engraved with some tiny spiritual patterns, and at the same time, you could see a strange two-headed wolf engraved on the entire bell, looking exactly like the two-headed wolf that attacked him just now.
Zhang Ling could not help but flick his finger, and a spiritual light hit the purplish-black bell. Suddenly, the bell trembled and released a cloud of purplish-black mist.
This layer of mist revolved around the bell, and then condensed into black light wind blades.
This was exactly the same as the two-headed wolf's attack method just now. Could it be that the two-headed wolf just now was transformed by this treasure?
