Zhang Ling snorted. Since he had already made a move, he had no intention of holding back.
The giant sand serpent attacked. The old man quickly controlled the jade scepter in his hand, transforming it into patches of white clouds in front to block the attack.
But then, a series of crisp sounds rang out above his head. Countless cyan sword lights fell from the sky like a rain of swords.
The old man's face paled. He circulated the spiritual power throughout his body, and the jade scepter transformed into large patches of white clouds, wrapping himself inside to resist the flying sword attacks.
But this person naturally wouldn't sit still and wait for death. While resisting the attacks, the white clouds enveloped him, and he split into more than a dozen hazy white figures, scattering in all directions, seemingly trying to confuse Zhang Ling's vision and escape.
Zhang Ling simply patted a spirit beast pouch on his waist. A cloud of blue mist emerged from it, spreading out like smoke. It transformed into a blue wind ball more than ten feet in size, instantly dispersing a large area of white mist.
However, one of the figures forcefully broke through, quickly flashed to the young man's side, wrapped him up, and soared into the sky, turning into a white light that reached more than ten feet away with extreme speed.
Zhang Ling just watched this scene with cold eyes, without making another move.
Only a black object more than ten feet high was revealed in the blue ice mist, like a huge black stone. This thing began to rotate, and the blue ice mist it emitted immediately shrank into a blue light ball about ten feet in size.
The light ball flashed and rushed out, hitting the fleeing figure in the blink of an eye. That person had no resistance. When the blue light ball hit him, he was directly frozen in a piece of blue ice several feet in size and fell from the sky. With a loud bang, he crashed directly to the ground, smashing out a large pit.
"Hehe, not bad. One strike to solve a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator."
Zhang Ling chuckled and landed next to the ice block.
The Xuan Turtle screeched twice and also landed, shaking its ferocious turtle head a few times. Its large mouth opened, and the giant ice that had frozen the old man and the young man directly melted into blue ice mist, which it swallowed again.
Only two frozen corpses were left on the ground, covered in ice-like cracks, obviously completely dead.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes, noticing something. He flicked his finger, and a sword light struck the old man's corpse. With a crisp bang, the corpse directly turned into pieces, but a white spot of light flashed inside and disappeared.
Hmph!
Zhang Ling snorted coldly and quickly reached out his hand, grabbing in a direction to the left. Several yellow lights shot out from his hand, condensing into a light hand about ten feet in size, and grabbed the light spot that had just disappeared.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist, spare me!"
The old man's voice came from the light spot. Zhang Ling glanced at it and saw a fist-sized blue round bead in the light spot. It looked like a demon core, but it was engraved with dense white spiritual patterns, obviously a magical treasure.
There was a cloud of gray-black mist in the bead, constantly shaking. The old man's essence soul was attached to it, constantly begging for mercy.
He didn't expect that this person's essence soul hadn't been destroyed yet.
Zhang Ling remained unmoved. He flipped his hand and took out the Soul Summoning Banner. He cast a magic spell on it, and the dozen or so Yin souls inside twisted into a Soul Refining Chain, directly pulling this person's essence soul into it.
After doing all this, he didn't put away the Soul Summoning Banner. Instead, he glanced at the Xuan Turtle beside him and said, "Let's just try that secret technique and see if we can succeed."
The Xuan Turtle also nodded very cleverly. A small black-gray turtle phantom emerged and disappeared into Zhang Ling's body.
Zhang Ling's aura changed. He shook his sleeve, and the bronze ancient lamp appeared in his hand. A ball of essence blood entered it, lighting up a ghostly green flame.
Then, he pointed at the Soul Summoning Banner again, and the Soul Refining Chain pulled the old man's essence soul out again.
At this moment, Zhang Ling's eyes turned pitch black, and a pair of black pupils stared at this essence soul, revealing a strange smile.
Ah ah ah! The old man's essence soul let out a miserable scream again. Intermittently, he could still hear the last few words this person transmitted.
"You… how can you… Soul Searching… Technique."
After a cup of tea, Zhang Ling sat on the ground cross-legged, his face somewhat abnormal. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, revealing a strange smile, and muttered to himself with a chuckle, "It really succeeded."
Just now, he had combined with the Second Primordial Spirit, plus the assistance of the bronze ancient lamp, to perform the Soul Searching Technique that only Nascent Soul cultivators could perform. He had originally just been trying it out, but he didn't expect it to succeed so easily.
Zhang Ling thought for a moment, and it made sense that he could succeed.
After all, his Second Primordial Spirit was originally an eighth-order demon soul. Although it had consumed a lot of soul power during the previous refinement, it basically still retained 80% of its original soul power. In addition, his own divine soul was not weak, and he had the bronze ancient lamp to assist him.
The Soul Searching Technique was originally a secret technique of the Demonic Path. However, as long as they were high-level cultivators, they would know how to perform it.
It was just that the Soul Searching Technique required extremely strong divine sense power to perform, so only Nascent Soul cultivators could perform it.
The principle of this technique was also very simple, which was to use powerful divine sense power to forcibly explore the memories of other divine souls, so as to obtain the secrets of other cultivators.
Of course, there were also certain flaws. Even if it could be performed successfully, only some memory fragments of others could be explored. It was not completely guaranteed that the secrets in the hearts of other cultivators could be explored. There was a high probability that the soul search would succeed, but you would not get the secrets you wanted.
At this moment, Zhang Ling already knew the identities of these two people and most of the old man's life experiences in his mind.
After all, he had only performed the Soul Searching Technique to test it out, and he had no clear purpose. Therefore, the memory fragments he obtained from this person were extremely complex.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but rub his head. Performing the Soul Searching Technique without a purpose would actually have some impact on his own divine soul.
Now his head was a little swollen, but these effects had basically recovered after the meditation and adjustment he had just done.
With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the old man's two storage bags in front of him and checked them. This Golden Core cultivator had two high-level storage bags, which contained a lot of things.
After some checking, there were 300,000 to 400,000 spirit stones alone, including two magic treasures, but they were both ordinary magic treasures.
The blue round bead that this person's essence soul was attached to just now was this person's natal magic treasure, but after this person died, it was covered with cracks, and the power it could exert was only about half of its original power.
However, another thing surprised Zhang Ling, the white jade scepter was actually an ancient treasure. He immediately tested it.
This was an ancient treasure that combined offense and defense. It could transform into large patches of clouds and mist for attack, and it could also be used for defense.
However, the attack power and defense were only considered good, not as good as the several ancient treasures in his hand. But it was much stronger than ordinary magic treasures.
