"Hehe, Brother Tiankui, you've just come out of seclusion. It's normal that you don't know about this. The Streamcloud Sea has been quite turbulent recently. Do you know who that person was up against from the Spirit Ghost Sect?" The woman in green giggled and asked in return.
The man didn't answer, but frowned slightly. The woman shook her head helplessly and said softly, "Ghost Tomb Daoist of the Spirit Ghost Sect."
Hearing the words 'Ghost Tomb,' Tiankui's eyes flickered, and a murderous aura involuntarily emerged from his body.
The Spirit Ghost Sect is one of the ten major sects of the human race. Ghost Tomb Daoist is the Enforcement Elder of the Spirit Ghost Sect, and his strength has reached the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm. He is a well-known ruthless character.
The woman glanced around and then said, "At that time, that person was able to contend against Ghost Tomb by using the Qianling Cauldron. In the end, I heard that Ghost Tomb was even injured, and that person also escaped."
Hearing this, the man's mouth twitched a few times, and he asked in a muffled voice, "What is that person's identity?"
A nameless person who suddenly appeared and was able to contend against a ruthless person like Ghost Tomb Daoist must not be an unknown figure. However, the woman in the green skirt shook her head.
Seeing this, the man frowned slightly and grunted. "No matter what that person's identity is, since he took out the Qianling Cauldron, his identity must be extraordinary. The Qianling Cauldron in the Five Elements Spirit Cauldrons was taken from the Heavenly Abyss three thousand years ago and hasn't been seen since. Now that it has appeared, I'm afraid the ten major sects of the human race and some rogue cultivators will become restless."
"During this time, the ten major sects and some cultivators who have obtained information have been secretly investigating that person. However, after that trade fair, there has been no news of that person."
"Hehe, not to mention the human race cultivators, even our Hidden Demon Valley has demon kings interested in this, right?"
"Alright, let's talk about this later. Now, let's hold the Spirit Offering Palace's competition first." Saying that, the two figures flickered a few times and entered the Spirit Offering Palace.
If there were cultivators nearby, they would definitely be able to observe that these two were both great demons at the transformation level.
After the two demons left, one could occasionally see cultivators entering the Spirit Offering Palace in groups of twos and threes. These people, like Zhang Ling and the others, had also come to participate in the competition to seize treasures.
As time passed, Zhang Ling stayed in the mist for more than an hour. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the black letter talisman floated out from his sleeve with a flash of spiritual light.
He stood up with a flicker. The black spiritual talisman spontaneously ignited without wind, turning into black smoke and dissipating.
At the same time, the surrounding mist rapidly rolled back, and after a few breaths, the view in front of him suddenly opened up. Immediately, he could hear bursts of beast roars coming from several directions.
It's starting!
Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with spiritual light, and a cyan flying sword appeared in his hand. At the same time, a third-order defensive spiritual talisman was activated, turning into a faint white spiritual light that covered the surface of his body. Cyan light flashed beneath his feet, and he identified a direction and rushed out.
In another place, thirty or forty miles away, a dog-headed man with a red body and a height of three or four zhang grinned, holding a huge, dark black long saber in his hand. He lifted his foot and crossed a distance of five or six zhang, striding towards the front.
In another place, a golden-haired ape scratched its head and quickly gnawed on a few mouthfuls of the bright red fruit in its hand. A human-like smile appeared on its furry face, and with a wave of its hand, it threw the fruit away. It opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of golden mist.
The ape's figure rolled on the ground and disappeared into the mist, turning into a golden cloud of three or four zhang in size and floating towards the front.
Further away, one could also see a human female cultivator wearing a bamboo hat and a white robe. Her body flashed with silver light, turning into a silver ray and disappearing without a trace.
For a time, the roars of beasts in the outermost area of the Hundred Spirits Pond continued one after another.
Basically, every certain distance, one could see a burst of aura. There seemed to be as many as fifty or sixty of them, and each aura was very powerful. The direction they were going was all consistent, gathering towards the center.
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Zhang Ling headed towards the center of the Hundred Spirits Pond. He flew cautiously all the way, and flew more than a hundred miles in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and he did not encounter any danger along the way.
The environment under his feet was also a black swamp, with only some low shrubs and aquatic plants growing on it, and no tall trees.
Suddenly, a gurgling bubbling sound rang out, and a black light flashed in a certain location in the swamp in the left front, and an inch-long object rushed towards him.
Zhang Ling just raised his hand casually, and a faint spiritual light met the attacking thing. With a crisp clanging sound, that thing broke in response.
At the same time, a wind blade was thrown out by him, and it instantly submerged into the place where the sound was just made. Immediately, a scream came from under a patch of shrubs.
Zhang Ling then quickly grabbed with one hand, and a few strands of pale yellow spiritual power turned into a spiritual light hand and fished downwards, grabbing a zhang-long red snake from the swamp.
This is a third-order monster beast. It looks red, like a giant snake that has been skinned, but this thing is not a snake-like monster. It is more like a worm, with rings of flesh around its body, and its tail is pitch black, with a black short thorn that is several inches long.
At this moment, only this worm was seen twisting frantically, its tail cocked high and flashing with black light, shooting out several black thorn spiritual lights to attack him.
Zhang Ling moved his expressionless mind, and the spiritual light hand pinched directly and burst the worm. Leaving a two- or three-inch-long, dark black tail, he quickly put it into the storage bag, and then set off again to the front without a moment's delay.
Along the way, he encountered no less than a dozen attacks from this kind of monster beast. The strength of this kind of worm is mostly at the level of second and third-order monster beasts, which poses no threat to Nascent Soul cultivators. Unless hundreds of these monsters appear at once.
Then he flew more than ten miles forward, and suddenly saw a black stone statue standing in the swamp.
Upon closer inspection, the statue was carved with the same worm monster beast as the one encountered just now.
It's just that this black stone statue is seven or eight zhang high. The carved worm is even more hideous, with a large open mouth that can see the circles of sharp teeth inside. There are also sections of black carapace like centipedes growing on its back.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but stop and scan the statue with his divine sense, and relaxed a little. The statue seemed to be just a dead thing with no spiritual light on it.
However, there is this strange statue standing here for no reason, and it always feels a bit strange. He did not fly forward directly, but detoured a dozen zhang away and passed through from the left.
But a weird thing happened. As soon as Zhang Ling crossed the worm statue, the clouds and mist in front rolled, and in an instant a strong wind formed. The whistling wind formed a wind wall and blocked his way.
Zhang Ling frowned and flew to a more distant place, but the same thing happened in other directions. As long as he crossed the statue, a strange wind would appear to block the way.
After trying several methods, whether flying upwards or directly down into the swamp, he could not pass through.
