At the same time, not far from him, Tu Fei was rapidly forming hand seals, causing blue, shimmering sword lights to fly out from the sword box floating beside him, all plunging into a blue, shimmering light screen in front.
The blue light screen covered an area of more than ten zhang, and trapped inside was a monster with two horns on its head. It was so fast that only a blurred shadow could be seen. The monster continuously slammed into the blue light screen, unable to escape.
The danger faced by the two-horned monster was naturally not just being trapped in the light screen, but also the blue sword lights that materialized within from time to time.
With the impact of countless sword lights, the monster's aura grew weaker and weaker, seemingly without much power to resist.
At this moment, changes were also taking place in the other battlefields.
That gray-haired old man with the strongest strength was indeed worthy of being a Golden Core late-stage expert. One of the four demon ghosts besieging him had already been eliminated. It probably wouldn't take long to deal with the other three demon ghosts.
Furthermore, the other three members of the four great families, working together, were each fighting a demon ghost. As long as these people were cautious, their safety should be no problem.
Only the Kumu Shangren, although also at the Golden Core mid-stage, was fighting three demon ghosts alone. His current appearance was terrible, and the black robe covering his body was already tattered. Without the cover, one could see this person's appearance. This person had sunken eyes and fleshless cheeks, and the figure was a skinny old man, like a skeleton covered in skin and bones.
This person was wielding a emerald green wooden staff, desperately resisting the siege of the three demon ghosts. However, Kumu Shangren's aura was chaotic, and he had obviously suffered considerable injuries.
Zhang Ling glanced around and observed the situation of the other battle groups.
Now that he had collected two treasures, and had previously obtained a lot of Yin Spirit Stones and Ice Spirit Stones, it could be considered a worthwhile trip.
Suddenly, his gaze caught sight of the light wall in mid-air that was constantly flashing with white spiritual light. It was already empty, and there was a treasure that disappeared. However, this light wall had not disappeared, and Zhang Ling felt a little strange.
The white light wall seemed to be transformed from the original white jade tower, and its existence was to seal the treasures inside.
Now that all the treasures had been taken out, it had not dissipated. Could it be that there were still treasures inside? Zhang Ling subconsciously released a wisp of divine sense to probe inside.
A wisp of divine sense passed through the light wall at once, still without any hindrance as before, and invaded the inside, only sensing a vast expanse of white. He checked carefully several times, but found nothing.
Zhang Ling mocked himself in his heart, thinking that he had been overthinking, and was about to withdraw this wisp of divine sense.
At this moment, he sensed the white light wall tremble slightly, and discovered that faint runes had appeared on the white light wall.
His divine sense swept over these runes, sensing a dangerous aura. Zhang Ling's mind moved, and he was about to withdraw his divine sense, but in the instant his mind turned, the divine sense that had penetrated into the white light wall directly lost contact.
Instantly, Zhang Ling's back was covered in cold sweat, and his face was also a little pale. His divine sense seemed to have been directly swallowed. Although it was only a faint wisp of divine sense, compared to the entire divine sense, it was only a drop in the bucket.
However, divine sense is different from mana, it is connected to the divine soul. Losing a wisp of divine sense will also cause the cultivator's mind and body to suffer a slight shock.
Zhang Ling did not dare to neglect, he circulated his cultivation technique to suppress the shock of his divine soul, and his face looked a little better.
Then, he looked at the white light wall again. At this time, the light wall looked the same as before, but upon closer inspection, some gray-black spiritual light actually appeared on it.
This white light arm seemed to have undergone some kind of change, and Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. It seemed that some kind of change was taking place here.
Looking around, Zhang Ling frowned. He discovered that the bloody ghost mist that had been scattered by the spiritual power fluctuations had once again floated within this entire space at some unknown time.
This situation didn't seem to explain anything. After all, this place was located in a Yin Fiend land, and these bloody mists were not so easy to remove.
It seemed reasonable for them to reappear, but Zhang Ling always felt that something was wrong, and a bad feeling always lingered in his heart.
Zhang Ling looked at the several battle groups, they were still fighting with the demon ghosts transformed from the treasures. They didn't seem to have noticed anything unusual.
He hesitated in his heart, then stopped thinking about it and decided to leave this place first. Blue light flashed under his feet, and he sped towards the passage where he had arrived.
Although he still wanted to take a few more treasures, the bad feeling in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. For cultivators, this kind of thought often foreshadowed their own destiny.
Some cultivators suddenly had a flash of insight and their cultivation increased greatly. Sometimes, with a thought, they seemed to be able to foresee the arrival of danger.
This kind of flash of inspiration was mysterious and abstruse, often just a fleeting thought, and most of them would be ignored by cultivators.
At this moment, this kind of bad thought lingered in Zhang Ling's heart, making him uneasy. In a few flashes, he rushed into the stone cave and disappeared.
"Why did he leave?"
The only one who saw him leave was Tu Fei. At this moment, Tu Fei was holding a black short sword in his hand. This short sword was the last treasure in the white light wall.
Looking at the direction Zhang Ling left, Tu Fei frowned. He suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart. He couldn't help but scan his surroundings, but he didn't find anything wrong.
Then, his gaze fell on the three battle groups, and finally his gaze locked onto Kumu Shangren.
At this moment, the situation of this Golden Core mid-stage expert was extremely bad. One of his arms was gone, and his disheveled hair looked like a ghost.
However, none of the demon ghosts besieging him had been eliminated.
Tu Fei chuckled coldly, patted the sword box floating beside him, and instantly his figure quickly approached Kumu Shangren.
Kumu Shangren was fully resisting the demon ghosts besieging him, so naturally he didn't notice this.
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On the other hand, Zhang Ling was returning along the way he came. He planned to leave this place.
Since this road had been walked before and it was certain that there was no danger, the speed was very fast. In a short while, he passed through section after section of steps and arrived at the stone cave where he had found traces of cultivators living for the second time.
This place was still the same as before and had not changed in any way. Zhang Ling just glanced at it roughly and walked towards the passage he had come from.
But as he approached the opposite passage, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and a palm-sized black object rushed straight at his face.
Zhang Ling's figure swayed and dodged the black shadow's sneak attack. When he turned to look, it was actually a pitch-black rat.
Black-Eyed Rat!
Looking at the three scarlet demon eyes growing on the rat's head, Zhang Ling cried out in his heart.
This Black-Eyed Rat's black fur was standing on end, as if it had been frightened. It squeaked and scurried around the ground, forming afterimages on the ground.
