The red leaves wrapped around the big-headed monster seemed to be a defensive magic weapon, emitting amazing spiritual power fluctuations, looking a bit like willow leaves, and as soft as silk.
Eighth-order... demon turtle!
Seeing the Xuan Turtle's aura, the monster's expression changed in shock. How did an eighth-order turtle demon suddenly appear?
His face darkened as he stared at the charging Xuan Turtle, his eyes turning blood red. A strange laugh came from his mouth, and the mantis wings on his back flapped, causing the demonized mantis man to move extremely quickly.
A blur appeared before his eyes, and a dozen identical mantis men appeared around him. They all waved their mantis arms, and dense blades of light were slashed out in succession.
The sky was filled with dancing blades of light, numbering as many as several hundred.
The Xuan Turtle did not dare to be negligent and quickly rotated its huge body, the ice mist on its body condensing into ice blades.
For a time, the sound of breaking ice and the sound of breaking wind stirred together, and the surrounding clouds were shattered to pieces. In an instant, hundreds of feet of space turned into a clear sky without clouds.
The Xuan Turtle charged over with unabated momentum, but the big-headed monster, prepared, quickly dodged, avoiding the impact.
Countless blades of light flew again, striking the Xuan Turtle's body, and loud bangs were heard.
The Xuan Turtle rotated its body, not caring about these damages, relying on its physical strength to withstand these attacks, chasing the big-headed monster to ram it.
It looked as if the Xuan Turtle was suppressing the big-headed monster.
Zhang Ling knew this was not the case. This person's demonized mantis monster was extremely fast, and could easily dodge the Xuan Turtle's impact, so naturally he didn't need to take the attack head-on.
And he had already flown to the horizon, disappearing after a few flashes. Looking back at the fight between the Xuan Turtle and the big-headed monster, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He used the Xuanbing Talisman to create ice mist, in order to let the Xuan Turtle hide in it and seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. And his previous look of panic was to attract the attention of the big-headed monster.
Although the sneak attack was successful, this person didn't seem to be injured much, at most just embarrassed. Although the Xuan Turtle restrained the big-headed monster, the time would not be too long, and he had to escape as soon as possible.
After all, this person's demonized mantis man is faster than his Thousand Mile Light Escape Talisman. If he reacts and chases him directly, the Xuan Turtle won't be able to catch up.
As for whether the second soul and the Xuan Turtle can escape, Zhang Ling doesn't have much confidence. Now he can only let his main body escape first.
Zhang Ling turned into a black light, passing through the clouds and rushing upwards.
During the flight, he also urged the colored bubbles in his hand from time to time, constantly transforming into phantoms flying in all directions, while the position of the main body also kept changing direction.
Although doing so consumes a lot of spiritual power, it also prevents him from being caught up by the big-headed light man.
……
A quarter of an hour later, after flying more than two hundred miles, Zhang Ling could no longer feel the locked divine sense on his body, and his heart was a little more at ease. He didn't stop the escape light, and flew more than a hundred miles before he was truly relieved.
At the same time, he sensed the condition of the Xuan Turtle and the second soul. Although he was now more than three hundred miles away, and the feeling was a bit blurred. But he could still feel that the Xuan Turtle was still fighting with the big-headed monster.
At this moment, Zhang Ling also slowed down his escape technique. The surroundings were still patches of clouds and mist, as if there was no end. He didn't know where he was now.
Estimating the distance, the current location is at least tens of thousands of miles away from the Liuyun Sea below, and is very close to the large and small island area above.
Zhang Ling gave a bitter dry laugh, glanced at the colored bubbles in his hand, and put the treasure away.
This ancient treasure obtained from the Tianyuan, although it has the magical power of illusion, the transformed clones are difficult to distinguish between true and false. But it doesn't have much strength. When facing a Yuan Ying old monster, it is easily dispersed.
With his current cultivation, he can calmly deal with any Golden Core cultivator, and there is no need to escape at all. But when facing a Yuan Ying cultivator who is one level higher, this treasure seems a bit like a chicken rib. Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh.
In the end, this is still because his strength is low.
Then a ball of black mud appeared in his hand, which was another special spiritual object on his body, the Illusion Mud.
Spiritual power was injected into it, and the soft mud stretched and enlarged at once, covering his body like a film. Zhang Ling's figure flickered a few times, and he disappeared directly.
Now that there is no enemy's divine sense locking on, he can calmly use this treasure to hide himself.
The sound of the wind rustled in his ears, and Zhang Ling felt a sense of loneliness and confusion in his heart. He didn't know which direction to fly. Should he return to Wanxiang City immediately, or find a secret place to hide?
While he was hesitating, he suddenly sensed something and looked towards the sky. The top of his head was still a cloud, although it blocked his sight, his divine sense easily penetrated it.
At this time, the sky more than thirty miles away was no longer ordinary clouds and mist, but a large area of dim yellow mist appeared. A rumbling sound came from there, accompanied by the roar of beasts. A gust of whirlwind blew up, forming huge yellow wind balls.
Like a large sandstorm, moving quickly towards the east.
This is a Turbid Mist Storm, which is very common in this period, and there is nothing surprising. Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment, then flew directly towards the sky.
A moment later, approaching there, everything in front of him was dim yellow, and he couldn't see the end. Such a large Turbid Mist Storm indicates that a new desolate beast tide is about to form nearby.
Sure enough, his divine sense swept through the turbid air a few times, and he instantly discovered many desolate beast groups.
The closest group of desolate beasts to him was a group of red and black flying birds. These flying birds were not large, with long necks, somewhat like cranes, but the feathers on their bodies were a mottled mixture of red and black, somewhat ugly.
This is a group of Scarlet Feather Cranes, quite a few in number, with five or six hundred, including five or six high-level Scarlet Feather Cranes.
In another group of Turbid Mist Storm, there was a group of blood-red bats covered in black fur, even more numerous. There were also several high-level desolate beasts among them.
Further away, there was a large group of black and gray Yin winds, gathering a large number of black crows, even more amazing in number, like a dark cloud moving quickly.
Sometimes you could see large crows flying out and launching attacks on other desolate beast groups. It seemed a chaotic scene.
Zhang Ling instantly recognized that this group of crows was the kind of Yin Cold attribute crows he had seen on the fourth floor of Tianyuan.
In addition to this, there were several other waves of different desolate beast groups nearby, most of which were birds.
"Hmph, Heaven never seals off all exits, so let's risk a try."
If Zhang Ling had seen so many desolate beasts in other places, he would have turned around and left without thinking. But now he sneered, and with a single hand, he took out the colored bubbles again.
Spiritual power was injected into it, and five identical figures appeared beside him again.
At the same time, he patted the storage bag on his waist, took out five white porcelain bottles and a small black can.
The porcelain bottles were empty, but the can was filled with a layer of black-brown powder. With a wave of his hand, the powder divided into five groups and filled the five porcelain bottles.
A few small flames hit the porcelain bottles, and the powder in them immediately sparked, rising wisps of pink smoke. The five phantoms grabbed a porcelain bottle each, scattered and rushed into the turbid mist.
Zhang Ling also held the black can, lit the powder in the can, and a large cloud of pink mist emerged, and also rushed into it.
Before long, the area within a hundred miles nearby was in chaos, and a series of beast roars came. The desolate beasts inside seemed to have been stimulated and rioted.
Before long, desolate beasts flew out of the turbid mist, as if chasing something.
If there were cultivators nearby, they could observe several dark figures flying fast in front of these desolate beasts. It was as if someone was attracting these desolate beasts.
This behavior seemed no different from courting death.
But the current situation is indeed like this. Zhang Ling and the five phantoms were each emitting pink mist, constantly attracting a large group of desolate beasts.
A moment later, the desolate beasts chasing them densely formed a torrent, including several different desolate beast groups.
Zhang Ling released his divine sense, constantly paying attention to the large group of desolate beasts chasing behind him. At least five or six thousand desolate beasts were gathered at this moment.
There were more than forty high-level demon birds chasing in the front, and seven or eight of them had the strength to reach the seventh rank. It was like following a small beast tide.
Seeing that there were still many desolate beasts chasing from a distance, Zhang Ling felt that it was almost enough, controlled the five phantoms, and led the group of desolate beasts directly towards the Xuan Turtle.
He wanted to use this group of desolate beasts to help the second soul and the Xuan Turtle escape.
This move was extremely risky, but he had no other choice at this time. Now that he had just encountered the Turbid Mist Storm, he might as well give it a try. He still didn't want to give up on the second soul and the Xuan Turtle that he had worked so hard to condense.
As for his own safety, now that he was covered in Illusion Mud, as long as he didn't use too much spiritual power and automatically expose his whereabouts, he might not be discovered by the big-headed monster's divine sense.
Once he took this group of desolate beasts to that side, with the chaos of the beast herd, their chances of getting rid of the big-headed monster would be greatly increased.
And now, the thing used to lure the desolate beasts was the Heavenly Demon Fragrance that he had refined when he went to the wilderness to hunt desolate beasts in order to collect and refine Heavenly Star Sand before.
Most desolate beasts would go crazy and excited when they smelled this fragrance, so they could attract so many desolate beasts in a short time.
In this way, he and the phantoms led a large number of desolate beasts and approached the battle group on the Xuan Turtle's side. At the same time, he kept sensing the condition of the second soul.
……
The rumbling sound kept ringing from the clouds, and the Xuan Turtle had already manifested its giant turtle body of a hundred feet high, emitting icy spiritual power.
Wherever it passed, the nearby clouds were frozen, forming a large area of frost. These frosts quickly gathered into sharp ice thorns, attacking behind it.
A red shadow flashed and flew to the other side, dodging the attack. Then a green light shone brightly, and dozens of sharp blades of light were slashed out in succession, landing on the Xuan Turtle's body faster.
The Xuan Turtle quickly rotated its body, and the ice mist turned into an ice wall, blocking these attacks. Immediately afterwards, a bright red light swept across from behind.
With a loud bang, the Xuan Turtle was instantly knocked back hundreds of feet. The ice mist on its body was scattered a lot.
Upon closer inspection, the red light was actually a red tentacle more than thirty feet long. It was also covered with many white barbs, but it was extremely disgusting.
If you want to describe it, it is more like a strange long tongue. As this thing swung quickly, red shadows appeared around it, wrapping around the Xuan Turtle.
It seemed that it could not only be used to trap enemies, but the power of the attack was also good.
The Xuan Turtle roared, and its whole body was covered with cold ice thorns, directly hitting the sky fiercely, and broke free from the shackles of the red tentacles.
But then a cyan-green light flashed above its head, and a huge blade of light slashed straight down.
The Xuan Turtle quickly rotated itself, using its turtle shell to block this attack. Although it was not injured, it felt a great force, which made its movements stop.
After this delay, the sound of breaking wind came from below. As the long red tentacles swung quickly, they turned into circles of wave-like red shadows, like a red silk, instantly wrapping around half of the Xuan Turtle's body.
At the same time, the demonized mantis man with the big head flashed to the side of the Xuan Turtle's head and let out a sharp laugh. "Evil creature, die."
A turquoise blade of light slashed horizontally, the target being the Xuan Turtle's head. If this attack hit, ordinary monsters would definitely die.
The blade of light arrived in an instant, and the Xuan Turtle wanted to rotate its body again to block this attack with its turtle back, but it immediately found that its body could not turn. Half of its body was being restrained by the tentacles, and half of its body was a little numb.
The Xuan Turtle could only quickly retract its head, and the blade of light flashed past, narrowly avoiding this attack.
But before he could be happy, this blade of light suddenly turned back like a crescent moon, and shot into the turtle shell with a few loud cracking sounds.
The big-headed monster was overjoyed when he saw that the attack was effective, and the mantis arm waved again, wanting to take advantage of the victory and pursue, and directly kill the Xuan Turtle.
But he saw a black shadow flashing in the shrinking turtle shell. A hideous head rushed out, directly tearing at the big-headed monster.
The big-headed monster's face changed, and he quickly flapped his wings and moved more than ten feet to the side, before dodging this disaster.
Although he was not directly bitten by the Xuan Turtle, the Xuan Turtle shook its head and hit him with a huge force.
At the same time, the Xuan Turtle's mouth emitted a dark blue spiritual light, and a small stone mirror came with a thunderous sound. It was the stone mirror in Zhang Ling's hand that condensed the Water Geng Divine Thunder.
A Water Geng Divine Thunder that was five or six feet wide shot over, and the big-headed monster didn't have time to react, and snorted and somersaulted dozens of feet away.
His body was emitting wisps of green smoke, as if it had been corroded. If it weren't for the red leaves outside protecting this defensive magic weapon, he would have been seriously injured by this attack.
Aowu!
The Xuan Turtle roared, and a thick icy mist rose from its body, and the red tentacles that were entangled in half of its body were instantly frozen.
At the same time, its huge body shrank two circles, and with a shake, it broke free from the shackles. It turned into an ice ball and slammed into the big-headed monster.
