But immediately after, the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit roared, instantly tearing apart several Soul Refining Chains.
Zhang Ling's heart sank, and he once again pointed at the bronze drum lamp in his hand, causing the gray-green flame to brighten again.
Under the light of the lamp, his cheeks appeared extremely pale, but he couldn't retreat even half a step at this moment. He took a breath and let out another Soul Shattering Sound.
If it weren't for relying on this treasure to increase the power of his divine soul, it would have been absolutely impossible to unleash this kind of divine soul attack again in such a short period of time.
Even so, as soon as the word 'shatter' left his mouth, Zhang Ling immediately felt that the things in front of him became blurred, and his body swayed a few times, almost falling down. He shook his head to steady his mind a bit.
Fortunately, this attack directly stunned the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit, making it even more illusory.
After suffering two Soul Shattering Sounds, this demon spirit became somewhat wooden, and was instantly entangled firmly by several Soul Refining Chains, quickly being pulled towards the Yin Soul Banner.
A series of banging and clattering sounds also came from the side, as the demon core was constantly being frozen into blood-colored crystal blocks by the blood mist released from the Blood Soul Cauldron.
A thick layer of ice mist also emerged outside the demon core, confronting the blood-colored mist.
At the same time, crackling sounds filled his ears, and countless fleshy tendrils lashed out from above, constantly attacking. These attacks seemed swift and fierce, but they were all blocked by several flying swords.
For a time, the area actually fell into a state of relative calm.
This calm lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit was pulled into the Yin Soul Banner by the Soul Refining Chains, and Zhang Ling's face showed great joy.
And the Yin Soul Banner, after absorbing this Nascent Soul level demon spirit, also underwent many changes.
On the surface of the entire soul banner, a picture of a giant turtle entangled in chains appeared. At this moment, this picture was also restless, constantly deforming, seemingly extremely unwilling and wanting to break free from the control of the soul banner.
Zhang Ling discovered that this soul banner was much more difficult to control. He quickly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of essence, which condensed into large black-red runes, all of which were injected into the Yin Soul Banner.
After a moment, the shaking of this treasure lessened a lot, and the banner became dim and gray, covered with a layer of strange spiritual light. When his divine sense swept over it, he could still hear bursts of beast roars from within.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly. It seemed that this layer of reinforced seal was not very reliable. However, now that he had absorbed this demon spirit, as long as he had time to refine it, there wouldn't be any major problems.
He glanced around. After the demon spirit was absorbed, the demon core also calmed down a lot, and was directly sealed in a blood-colored crystal block.
Zhang Ling raised his hand, and the Blood Soul Cauldron dragged the demon core into his hand, adding several layers of seals on top of it.
Then he walked to the side of the corpse where he had been killed earlier. Naturally, there was no corpse on the ground, only a pile of broken vines remained.
These vine threads were intertwined, forming a scarecrow. A large hole was broken in the chest of the scarecrow, and only a rough human shape could be seen.
This was a substitute puppet he had refined with vine threads. It had been condensed in his body for nearly a hundred years, which was why it was able to save his life in the critical moment just now.
This was a demonic secret technique he had cultivated before, but he didn't expect to use it here.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh. If his main body had taken that blow just now, his physical body would definitely have collapsed. Once his physical body died, even if his divine soul was safe and sound, it would have been devoured by the Xuan Turtle's demon spirit in an instant.
Zhang Ling rubbed his head and sat down on the ground with a thud. At this moment, his aura was extremely weak, and his chest was a bloody mess.
Although the substitute puppet had blocked a blow, some of the damage still landed on him. At the same time, his head hurt terribly. He had used two Soul Shattering Sounds, and although he had the bronze ancient lamp to bless him, it still put a great burden on his divine soul.
Now he was seriously injured. Not only had his body's blood and energy declined a lot, but his spirit was also listless. He had the urge to lie on the ground and fall asleep.
Zhang Ling was silent for a moment, and forced a trace of energy, scanning his surroundings.
The huge fleshy tumor in front of him was still throbbing, and the countless fleshy tendrils growing on it were still slowly wriggling, but they were no longer attacking him.
This Xuan Turtle obviously hadn't died yet, but at this moment, he no longer worried about being attacked again.
He had already absorbed the Xuan Turtle's demon core and demon spirit, so even if its physical body hadn't died for the time being, it wouldn't have its own consciousness to attack him.
Zhang Ling lightly patted his storage bag, took out a few bottles of pills, and directly sat down cross-legged on the ground, planning to recover from his injuries before going out.
……
Several hours later, Zhang Ling stood pale-faced on a black reef, looking at the scenery in front of him, somewhat dazed.
Cough… cough cough
He coughed a few times before he came back to his senses. He was now in a sandy area, with a stretch of blue-green seawater in front of him, and waves were constantly sweeping in.
This seemed to be a beach, which was not strange, but the phenomenon in the sky made him a little dazed for a while.
