In this way, many cultivators collected wild beast materials for a full hour before returning to the city wall one after another.
Zhang Ling also saw several elders of the Flying Cloud Sect holding some black bottles and jars, urging their magic formulas, and collecting something.
He observed carefully and found that they were collecting the flesh and blood of the wild beasts, and a small amount of the remaining wild beast remnant souls.
Generally speaking, wild beast flesh and blood are troublesome to deal with and are quite useless. Unlike materials such as scales, armor, fur, and fangs, which are easy to handle.
Even if various spiritual liquids can be used to remove the turbid Qi, most of the spiritual energy in the flesh and blood will be lost, and it will be basically useless.
However, the number of wild beasts that died under the city wall at this time was extremely alarming. Even if the spiritual properties of the processed materials were mostly lost, just condensing the essence blood could condense a lot.
Could it be that these elders plan to condense the essence blood of wild beasts, Zhang Ling wondered in his heart.
For the next whole day, low-level cultivators and mortals still stayed on the city wall to guard.
Only Zhang Ling and other high-level cultivators left Flying Cloud City from time to time, either alone or in groups of two or three, patrolling the entire Flying Cloud Island.
Zhang Ling patrolled for thousands of miles and encountered a fifth-order demon bird, but there were no more significant gains.
In the following two days, the beast tide seemed to calm down. Every day, only some scattered wild beasts were swept by the turbid Qi storm onto Flying Cloud Island, as if the beast tide was about to pass.
However, everyone clearly felt that the turbid Qi on the island was getting heavier and heavier, obviously the beast tide had not passed. The protective array of Flying Cloud City was always in the open state, and the cultivators naturally did not relax their vigilance.
At the same time, some elders of the Flying Cloud Sect were also sent out to investigate the situation.
Time passed quickly. On the afternoon of the fifth day after the first wave of the beast tide, Zhang Ling was clearing out a group of giant cattle with large horns and blue-black bodies in a valley on Flying Cloud Island.
This was a group of Great Horned Cattle, numbering over a hundred, and their strength was not weak, being a group of third-order gregarious wild beasts. For a Golden Core cultivator like him, a third-order beast group was nothing to worry about.
Zhang Ling was wrapped in a cloud of white mist, and two flying swords turned into two rays of blue light, flying up and down.
As long as the Great Horned Cattle were scratched by the blue light, their heads and bodies would be separated. In just a quarter of an hour, he had wiped out this group of Great Horned Cattle.
Afterwards, Zhang Ling took out his sect token, cast a magic formula on it, and transmitted the situation here to the sect.
Then, he directly turned into a ray of light and left the valley. As for the corpses of this group of Great Horned Cattle, through his message, the Flying Cloud Sect would send cultivators here to collect these wild beast corpses in a short while.
After the sect's statistics, the wild beasts he killed would naturally be converted into battle merits. As for the high-level wild beasts he killed, Zhang Ling would collect them into his storage bag.
In these few days, these high-level cultivators, relying on their profound strength, hunted scattered wild beasts on the entire island. In two days, he also hunted five high-level wild beasts.
Not long after, Zhang Ling discovered a group of huge green pythons in a dense forest a hundred miles away. The number was not large, only forty or fifty, and there were no high-level wild beasts. He released two flying swords and killed them in a frenzy, and solved the group of pythons in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Afterwards, he searched for wild beasts in another direction. In these few days, although there was no large-scale beast tide, there were many scattered beast groups on the island. However, they could not form a large scale and were basically wiped out by the Golden Core cultivators.
During the flight, Zhang Ling suddenly sensed something and looked up towards the northeast. He saw clouds rolling in the sky over there, and a large piece of dim yellow turbid mist quickly rolled into a tornado several miles in size.
This was a newly formed turbid mist storm. For a time, the rumbling sound continued, and a stronger turbid Qi came from there. A burst of strong wind pressure pierced the air, forming a sharp whistling sound, like the collision of metal, which was very uncomfortable to hear.
"It seems that a new group of beasts has been swept to this place." Zhang Ling stopped in the air and smiled as he looked at the situation there. Whenever a new turbid Qi storm formed, it would bring a new group of beasts.
This newly formed storm was still more than ten miles away from him. Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and his divine sense condensed and probed towards there. When his divine sense approached there, it was greatly affected by the strong wind pressure.
Relying on his tenacious divine sense power, he passed through the storm and saw some of the situation inside. It did bring a new group of wild beasts inside.
Although he couldn't see clearly, it seemed to be some kind of tall humanoid creature.
After a while, the turbid mist storm connected to the sky and the earth, and quickly swept up, constantly spreading to the surroundings. But as it spread, the turbid mist storm gradually subsided, the rumbling loud noise continued, and many tall shadows smashed to the ground.
Zhang Ling then saw clearly that it was a group of large red-haired apes. They were tall, and the shortest was two zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) tall. Moreover, there were thousands of them, most of whom were above the third-order strength.
"It turned out to be a group of Red-haired Howlers, these are wild beasts with considerable strength, and there are six of them that have reached the high-level stage. Oh, that golden one has the strength of the seventh-order."
After roughly scanning towards there with his divine sense, he recognized that this was a group of Red-haired Howlers, one of which was covered in golden hair and was a golden giant ape with a height of more than twenty zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length). Its aura was amazing and had reached the seventh-order level.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but frown slightly. Even with his current strength, it would be difficult to solve this group of Red-haired Howlers even if he fought with all his strength. Unless he released the Black Turtle, it would be possible to solve this group of wild beasts in a short time.
However, the Black Turtle was not with him now. In order to sneak into the Flying Cloud Sect's library to steal the secret technique of condensing the Devouring Cloud Stone, he temporarily placed the Black Turtle in the cave, which was closer to Mount Qiyun.
Once the Nascent Soul of the Flying Cloud Sect took action to fight the wild beasts, there would be an opportunity for the Black Turtle to sneak into it.
And Zhang Ling himself is now disguised as the identity of Baiyun Sanren, and he alone can't take down this group of Red-haired Howlers.
However, this situation was expected. With a wave of his hand, he took out the sect token again, and cast a few magic formulas on it, intending to notify the nearby Golden Core cultivators. Find a few more people to clear this group of wild beasts together.
But just as he took out the sect token and had not started sending the message, the token trembled on its own. Zhang Ling quickly cast a magic formula on it, and a line of words appeared in front of him. "The second wave of the beast tide is about to form, fellow Taoists, return quickly."
After Zhang Ling read this message, he heard another rumbling loud noise in his ear. Turning his head to look, another larger turbid mist storm had formed in another place several miles away.
His face sank slightly, he glanced at the group of Red-haired Howlers not far away, and no longer thought about solving them.
Zhang Ling pointed at the jade Ruyi ancient treasure, and this treasure turned into a cloud of mist and wrapped himself in it, returning towards Flying Cloud City.
Flying towards Flying Cloud City all the way, he encountered several newly formed turbid mist storms on the road.
At the same time, he sensed that the turbid Qi on the entire Flying Cloud Island was rapidly rising, and it was obvious that a larger storm was about to form.
The situation of forming a large area of turbid Qi storms in a short time indicates that a new beast tide is about to come.
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