Half an hour later, Zhang Ling walked out of a wooden house.
He found two more places with restrictions in this complex, but after entering and exploring them, there was nothing of value except for some broken debris.
He looked up at the hillside, where there was another group of buildings. He could see a tall wooden tower hidden in the mountains and forests.
Zhang Ling drove the escape light towards that side, and in a blink of an eye, he landed on a bluestone platform in front of the wooden tower. This was also a scene of dilapidation, with weeds growing everywhere, and the wooden tower was also broken and dilapidated, with the top few floors collapsed.
His divine sense swept inside, and apart from a pile of wooden frames, there was nothing else. It seemed that this place had been looted by other monks before.
However, there was still a plaque with the three large characters '问心阁' written on it. (问心阁: Wen Xin Ge - Asking Heart Pavilion) He didn't know what this place was originally used for. Zhang Ling shook his head and planned to explore other places. But as soon as he turned around, preparing to leave this place, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he quickly patted his hand and took out the Hidden Spirit纱(隐灵纱: Hidden Spirit Veil), instantly draping it over his body to hide his aura.
Then, with a flash, he hid behind a big tree not far away.
A moment later, a escaping light flew from a distance towards this direction. It was a white escaping light, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived overhead and landed in a spiral. The landing position was right in front of the wooden tower.
A flash of light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. According to the speed of this escaping light and the intensity of the spiritual power it emitted, he judged that this was a Golden Core cultivator. As the escaping light dissipated, the figure inside was revealed, and it turned out to be a female cultivator.
This woman was wearing a blue tights robe, and also wearing a mask covering half of her face. This woman's cultivation was around the middle stage of the Golden Core. After this woman came to this place, she looked around and went directly into the wooden tower.
After Zhang Ling saw the woman's face, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, because he recognized this female cultivator.
How could it be her?
This woman was actually Ye Zimei, who had invited him to explore the ancient cultivator ruins when he had just formed his core, and thus he had also met Ding Ruozhao. After encountering Tian Chenzi, who had turned into a white jade skeleton, in the Kunshan Sect ruins, he had never seen this woman again.
He originally thought that this woman was dead, after all, only he and Ding Ruozhao had escaped at that time. Unexpectedly, he met this woman again now. It seemed that this woman and Ding Ruozhao were still sisters.
This is the depths of the fifth level of Tianyuan, and those who can enter the fourth level are basically Golden Core late-stage cultivators. What is this woman, a Golden Core mid-stage cultivator, doing in this place?
Zhang Ling felt a little strange. After thinking for a while, he also turned into a faint shadow and followed this woman into the wooden tower. Although he had not entered inside just now, he had scanned it several times with his divine sense and did not find anything useful.
After Ye Zimei entered the wooden tower, she did not go to the upper floors, but seemed to be looking for something in the hall on the first floor.
Zhang Ling noticed at a glance that she had an extra blood-colored orb the size of a thumb in her hand, which was emitting strands of black spiritual light.
A moment later, Ye Zimei seemed to have found something, and squatted down in a corner of the wall. The spiritual light in her hand flickered, and a spiritual power was injected into a square stone slab.
Zhang Ling immediately felt a tremor in the ground, but this tremor came and went quickly, and stopped in an instant.
He glanced over there and saw that the floor tile where this woman was standing had disappeared, and a black hole the size of half a zhang had appeared out of thin air. Ye Zimei's figure flickered and entered inside.
Zhang Ling touched his chin and waited for a few breaths, and then followed in. Below was a long staircase, going down an unknown length. He did not release his divine sense, in case he was discovered by this woman.
However, judging from the situation, it seemed to be a secret room below.
After walking for more than ten breaths, he reached the bottom, and a space of a hundred zhang appeared in front of him, and at the same time, he heard a rushing sound of water.
Zhang Ling glanced over and only saw a blood-red color. The sound of water was actually the blood flowing on the ground.
In the center of this space was a blood pool with a diameter of more than thirty zhang. The surroundings were pitch black, and it seemed to be paved with some kind of black jade, on which were engraved dense black and red spiritual patterns.
At this moment, the blood evil energy was extremely strong, and the entire space was filled with a layer of blood-colored mist.
Ye Zimei stood by the blood pool and took off a storage bag. With a flash of spiritual light, a black giant python covered in scales was thrown into the blood pool. With a plop, the blood water churned, and a huge red bird was thrown into it.
This woman threw out seven or eight corpses of high-level wild beasts in a row, and Zhang Ling was stunned by this scene.
As the corpses of the wild beasts sank into the blood pool, the blood water gurgled and bubbled, like boiling water, emitting a strange black-red spiritual light. As the blood mist rolled, a huge black object emerged from it.
Taking a closer look, Zhang Ling's face changed slightly. It turned out to be a black skull more than twenty zhang in size.
The sound of '嘎嘣嘎嘣'(嘎嘣嘎嘣: gabeng gabeng - crunching) kept coming. As the skull's big mouth opened and closed, it quickly devoured the corpses of the wild beasts.
Every time it devoured a wild beast, blood-colored spiritual patterns appeared on the black skull, like countless blood-red lines crawling all over the head.
Zhang Ling could immediately feel a sense of oppression, the same feeling as the spiritual bone he had obtained not long ago. And the current feeling was even more real.
He was very shocked in his heart, he didn't expect there to be a hidden blood pool below. Ye Zimei seemed to be sacrificing this huge black skull.
After calming down, Zhang Ling also noticed that this huge skull was not a human skull. In the center of its eyebrows, he could only see a dark hole, as if it had only grown one eye.
There are some demon beasts or wild beasts that only have one eye, but Zhang Ling felt that such a large skull was not of this kind.
Suddenly, his whole body shook, and he thought of a kind of creature that only had one eye. Could it be the skull of an ancient giant?
Zhang Ling had this idea in his mind.
The image recorded in the shadow retaining stone showed the image of an ancient giant, whose image was that of a one-eyed giant. Previously, when he was under the sea, the information transmitted on the Tianyuan token also showed that the ancient giants and the winged monsters did exist, and Tianyuan was also formed because of the struggle between these two powerful existences.
At this time, Ye Zimei sacrificed the blood-colored orb. Dense black runes appeared, covering the entire blood pool for a time.
The blood water gurgled and kept surging out, turning into countless blood-colored threads, all of which sank into the blood bead.
After devouring a large amount of blood energy, the blood bead continued to expand, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-colored ball the size of two zhang, trembling strangely, and transmitted the sound of a beating heart.
Ye Zimei chanted a series of strange incantations, and her hands condensed dozens of mysterious spiritual patterns, constantly hitting the blood-colored orb, making this treasure spinning的旋转了起来(旋转了起来: spinning).
