Suddenly, his divine sense stirred, and the flying sword in his hand gently shook. A flash of sword light flashed past and struck a huge rock more than ten zhang away on the right.
Instantly, the huge rock split into several pieces, and a gray-green spiritual light lit up in the originally pitch-black rock.
"What a strong Yin-cold power, this is a middle-grade Yin Spirit Stone."
Zhang Ling stopped, looking at the shattered spirit stone. With a wave of his hand, the shattered spirit stones flew towards him.
Grabbing a fist-sized black stone, he sensed it carefully. He was overjoyed, it really was a middle-grade Yin Spirit Stone.
Looking at these shattered black stones, the weight was three or four hundred jin(斤: a chinese unit of measurement, approximately 500 grams), which could be divided into hundreds of middle-grade Yin Spirit Stones.
This kind of special spirit stone is already rare, let alone a middle-grade Yin Spirit Stone. Zhang Ling patted his storage bag, and with a flash of spiritual light, he collected the entire piece of middle-grade Yin Spirit Stone.
Squeak squeak!
The cry of the white-haired giant rat sounded in his ear again. A flash of white shadow, the white-haired rat reappeared, howling for him to follow.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but smile wryly, nodded, and followed closely.
In the next half an hour, he fully released his divine sense to search in the water, and also found a few middle-grade Yin Spirit Stones, but the weight was not great. However, added together, there were also hundreds of pieces, which was a good harvest.
Suddenly, the white-haired rat leading the way stopped. His divine sense looked forward.
He saw a layer of blue spiritual light emitting from the bottom of the water more than ten zhang away in front of him. This kind of spiritual light could be seen at all times in the Black Water Pool, and it didn't seem to be anything special.
But the spiritual light in front was very stable, forming a light cover with a diameter of more than ten zhang, covering the ground, and there seemed to be something inside.
Zhang Ling's mind moved, and his divine sense penetrated the blue light cover and invaded inside. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. There was no water flow inside, and he could only see a middle-aged man in a green robe sitting cross-legged on the ground. Beside him lay white skeletons, surrounding the man in the center.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel nervous, but after scanning a few times, there was no sign of life on the man, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.
He then relaxed a little. Through observation, these bones were all bones of demon beasts, with traces of Yin evil aura remaining on them. And they all seemed to belong to high-level demon beasts. Could they all be killed by this person, but why are they placed on the ground? Zhang Ling couldn't figure it out for a while.
Then, his divine sense scanned the green-robed man, and he didn't even find a storage bag on him.
This made Zhang Ling frown. A cultivator's entire fortune would be placed in the storage bag. Even if they died, they would not lose it. Unless it was taken away by someone else, but the middle-aged man's corpse had a peaceful face and a complete body, and it didn't look like anyone had been here.
Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the corpse holding a round object in both hands, surrounded by traces of black energy. Upon closer inspection, it was a black stone mirror the size of a palm, which looked very unusual.
While Zhang Ling was carefully observing the stone mirror, the white-haired rat screamed nervously.
Zhang Ling quickly withdrew his mind and looked at the white-haired rat. He immediately saw the white rat trembling all over, and its aura was rapidly declining, as if it was being absorbed by something.
At the same time, he noticed a few very thin black threads emanating from the blue light cover, wrapping around its body.
But Zhang Ling looked around, and he himself was not subjected to this kind of attack.
What was happening? Zhang Ling wondered. While his face was uncertain, he saw the white-haired rat stop trembling, and a powerful spiritual power erupted from its body, and then all gathered on the third demon eye on its head.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but retreat a distance, sensing a terrifying spiritual power. This white-haired rat seemed to be using some means.
With a soft pop, a ray of light shot out from the demon eye, directly hitting the middle-aged corpse in the blue light cover.
He saw a flash of spiritual light, passed through the blue light cover and hit the corpse. A strange scene appeared, but the corpse remained motionless, without the slightest reaction.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but open his mouth wide when he saw this. How could this be possible? This powerful attack could not destroy a corpse.
The squeaking sound pulled his mind back. The white-haired giant rat flashed to Zhang Ling's side, looking dejected.
Then, very humanely, he pointed to the corpse in the blue light cover and whimpered a few times.
Zhang Ling looked at the white rat gesturing constantly, and seemed to understand something. He also pointed to the corpse and asked, "Let me attack."
The white-haired rat nodded its fat head, seeming to mean just that.
But Zhang Ling always felt that this was a bit strange. Through the observation just now, there must be a formation restriction in this blue light cover. The demon beast's attack just now had no effect at all, and he was afraid that he could not do anything to this corpse.
But looking at the stone mirror in the corpse's hand, it was obviously a treasure. Zhang Ling's mind became active. After thinking for a while, he nodded.
"Then I'll try."
The white-haired rat called out excitedly and retreated a distance. Seeing this demon beast in such a manner, Zhang Ling secretly said that its intelligence was probably not weaker than that of humans.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he found that after the demon rat left the blue light cover for thirty or forty zhang(丈: a chinese unit of measurement, approximately meters), the spiritual light threads that had been wrapped around its body disappeared.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but be stunned. Could the restriction here only target demon beasts, or only have an effect on this white-haired rat? To verify the guess in his mind, he could only try it.
Turning his head, his eyes fell on the corpse in the light cover. In order to prevent accidents, he did not go forward, but with a flash of green light, three green flying swords appeared in front of him.
He planned to prepare well and then test it.
Zhang Ling flicked his fingers, and yellow spiritual power was injected into the three flying swords, and the sword body lit up with a thick spiritual light.
Then, the magic in his hand urged, and the three flying swords became thin, shaking and began to overlap.
He was using the Gathering Treasure Spirit Art. It took some time to cast this spell. In order to deal with the possible dangers ahead, it was necessary to prepare this technique.
After seven or eight breaths, a few spiritual lights in his hand pointed on the flying sword. After a soft cry, the three flying swords merged into a two-zhang(丈: a chinese unit of measurement, approximately meters) large cyan sword light.
Zhang Ling took a deep breath, and then the magic between his hands changed, and a mass of essence spurted out, and under the urging of the magic, it turned into three black and yellow spiritual light shields to protect his body.
At the same time, he patted the storage bag on his waist and took out seven or eight spiritual talismans in case of emergency.
After preparing, Zhang Ling flicked his finger and a sword light the size of an inch shot out and shot towards the corpse in the blue light cover. The sword light instantly passed through the blue light cover and hit the corpse.
He saw a flash of light, and the corpse was still unharmed. Zhang Ling's heart sank. Was it still ineffective?
Just as he was hesitating whether to continue to attack, the corpse seemed to come alive and burst out with a powerful spiritual pressure.
