Zhang Ling swept his divine sense towards Madam Cao at this moment and discovered that the blood energy on her body was thick, and her cultivation was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. This aroused his great vigilance. Obviously, she had used some kind of secret technique. Such secret techniques used in life and death situations are often strange.
At this time, Madam Cao seemed to have finished casting her spell, and a pair of ice-cold eyes stared only at him.
Zhang Ling felt cold sweat break out on his back after being swept by her gaze.
Madam Cao smiled sinisterly, and her hands seemed to slowly pinch a few magic formulas, but instantly her hands became blood-red, and she lightly pointed in his direction. A flash of blood light flashed.
Zhang Ling's face changed, and a whistling sound came. A three-zhang-long blood-colored light blade appeared in front of him.
This attack seemed to be the method that almost broke his protective shield just now, but at this moment, its power seemed to be a bit stronger.
This light blade was extremely fast, making it impossible to dodge.
Zhang Ling had no choice but to mobilize all the spiritual power in his body and continuously strengthen the protection outside his body. After a loud and destructive noise, he was directly knocked upside down.
"Huh, didn't die."
Madam Cao squinted slightly and let out a soft hum. But the voice that came out was not the female voice just now, but rather vague, sounding sometimes male and sometimes female.
Zhang Ling was knocked back more than ten zhang away by this attack before he barely stabilized his figure.
At this moment, the outermost two layers of protection on his body, the golden light sphere, and the black iron shield were directly shattered. Even the innermost Yellow Luo Umbrella shield had cracks, and it was almost broken.
"Hehe, dare to kill my Snow Moon Tower elder, indeed not a mediocre person."
A flash of blood light flashed on Madam Cao's body, and the blood cauldron protecting her whole body released a dignified blood mist. These mists actually became solid after shrinking and expanding.
The thunder light released by the eight-sided light mirror landed on it, and there was a ping-pong sound. This layer of blood crystal wall formed by the blood mist easily blocked the Water gang Divine Thunder.
Madam Cao held the blood cauldron in one hand, and with a flash, she broke away from the range of the eight-sided light mirror.
Seeing this woman escape, Zhang Ling felt a cold sweat on his back. With a thought, he took back the stone mirror and turned around and left without hesitation, intending to escape.
The changes in this Madam Cao's body at this moment were too strange. Although her cultivation had not changed, her aura had a hint of a Nascent Soul old monster.
At the same time, the voice that the woman had just uttered made Zhang Ling instantly think of a few possibilities.
The first thing he thought of was that this woman had been seized by someone else.
But then, Zhang Ling denied this idea and thought of a more accurate possibility. There was a special secret technique called "Divine Sense Possession Great Art".
This is a divine mystery technique that can transmit part of a cultivator's divine sense from a distance and use the partial divine sense of a high-level cultivator to control the body of a low-level cultivator to fight. It can exert strength higher than the original cultivation.
However, this kind of secret technique can only be cultivated by monks above the Nascent Soul stage, and even Nascent Soul monks rarely master it.
The Divine Sense Clone Great Art is similar to the method of demonic cultivators using divine sense to control puppets. It is just more bizarre. The transmitted divine sense will completely control the bodies of other monks. It is a special possession Great Art.
Moreover, the cultivation of the monks being possessed cannot be too low, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the divine sense of the Nascent Soul monks and will die.
At the same time, the monks who use this secret technique often end up miserably. Their strength regresses after the war, and a sharp drop of one or two realms is common. Even instant death.
Because this secret technique is actually a special life-saving method. It still relies on the possessed monks to exert their strength. It is a strange secret technique that overdraws potential and has great hidden dangers.
At this time, Madam Cao may have used this secret technique to communicate with a certain Nascent Soul monk and transmitted part of her divine sense.
Facing Madam Cao at this moment, Zhang Ling felt a crisis of life and death.
"Hmph, can you leave?"
Madam Cao also turned into blood light and followed closely in no hurry.
In a few breaths, Zhang Ling flew a hundred zhang away and found that Madam Cao's escape speed was more than twice as fast as before. Even if he had the Beast Soul Talisman on his body, he was gradually being caught up.
Zhang Ling was anxious. This couldn't go on. He would be caught up in a short time. He gritted his teeth, stopped running, and decided to fight to the death.
Zhang Ling stopped in place and urged the magic formula in his hand. Seven flying swords danced in front of him, forming a large piece of sword light and slashing towards Madam Cao.
At the same time, he patted the storage bag and threw out hundreds of Burst Flame Fruits at once, turning into a large sea of fire.
Moreover, twenty or thirty spiritual lights flashed in front of him, and a dozen giant tiger puppets and white snake puppets appeared. Both types of puppets were second-order puppets he had refined, equivalent to the early and mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.
They launched an attack together.
The giant tiger puppets condensed firelight in their mouths and shot out countless fireballs. The white snake puppets, with bright white scales emitting a faint blue spiritual light, raised their long tails and condensed into sharp ice thorns as they swung.
For a time, the front was filled with fire and cold wind, and they all swept towards Madam Cao.
And this series of attacks seemed powerful, but Madam Cao was not in a hurry. She pointed at the blood cauldron in her hand with one hand. The blood cauldron trembled and released a large amount of blood mist, forming a blood-colored storm with a wave of her hand.
The sound of whistling wind sounded, and various spiritual lights exploded in the middle of the two. Many attacks were blocked.
At the same time, the blood-colored storm quickly materialized and condensed into a large piece of wind blades, like ruby-like flying knives, attacking with powerful blood evil energy.
Zhang Ling's eyebrows twitched wildly. He quickly waved his hand, and a red light shot out from his hand, turning into a fire light seal. Instantly, hundreds of identical fire light seals were all over the front. They quickly overlapped and turned into a huge fireball, filling the entire passage.
The surrounding temperature instantly soared to the extreme, as if in magma.
Seeing the giant fireball, Madam Cao stopped advancing and stopped, quickly chanting the magic formula and urging the blood cauldron to resist. She felt that this fireball was not an ordinary attack, and it had no less than the attack power of a Nascent Soul monk.
Although it was only equivalent to the ordinary attack of a Nascent Soul monk, her body at this moment was only Madam Cao's late stage Jindan(Jindan: Golden Core) strength, so it was quite troublesome to deal with.
Zhang Ling's expression was solemn at this time. This Fire Seal Talisman Treasure was stimulated by him to its full remaining power to form such a giant fireball. After this attack, this Nascent Soul-level talisman treasure was scrapped.
Seeing the fireball pressing towards Madam Cao, temporarily preventing her from approaching.
He was slightly relieved, and the green light in his hand flickered, pointing at the few flying swords in front of him. The seven flying swords turned into semi-transparent sword light and quickly overlapped.
Releasing these many attacks to prevent Madam Cao from approaching was to delay time and take the opportunity to condense the seven flying swords and release the strongest blow.
