After entering the colored mist, the divine sense power that had been locked onto him gradually disappeared.
The colored mist is the area of Cangyun Pavilion. Although the fight between the three was close, they deliberately avoided this side. As long as it doesn't affect Cangyun Pavilion, the demon cultivators who control Cangyun Pavilion will not come out to stop them from fighting to the death.
Of course, once you enter the colored mist, Cangyun Pavilion will not sit idly by if there is another fight.
Being in the colored mist, Zhang Ling also felt that his divine sense was suppressed by more than half. Although he could still explore a range of forty to fifty miles, there were clouds and mist everywhere, and there was no trace of any monks or demon cultivators.
He didn't see any palaces, pavilions, or other buildings either. Without thinking, he knew that this was obviously some kind of restriction set up by Cangyun Pavilion. He wasn't too worried about this and still flew forward for a distance.
Sure enough, after a few breaths, another divine sense swept over the few of them. At the same time, an old voice came.
"Several fellow human daoists, this way please."
As the voice spoke, the endless colored clouds in front rolled, and in an instant, they became much thinner. A stone platform the size of a hundred zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) appeared in front of them, like a small square.
A giant snake demon beast more than twenty zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) long was lying on it, looking up at their direction, revealing a pair of scarlet blood eyes that contained no emotion.
Zhang Ling glanced at the giant snake. It was a sixth-order peak demon beast. Behind the beast's head was also a pair of fleshy wings similar to bat wings, which were quite hideous. A cry like a baby's cry came from the strange snake's mouth, giving people a creepy feeling when they heard it.
Hearing this sound, Zhang Ling was surprised. This seemed to be a desolate and strange beast, a Ming Snake(鸣蛇: Ming Snake, a mythical creature). However, according to legends, Ming Snakes have four wings, so it seems that the giant snake in front of him may be a strange beast with Ming Snake blood.
And under the monster snake's huge body, there was also an old man with white hair and beard coiled up.
The old man, clad in linen clothes, was also looking up at the few of them. His face was thin, but his beard and eyebrows were connected, making him look like a hundred-year-old man with white hair and beard. But his eyes were a pair of vertical pupils like a beast, although he showed a rather kind smile.
But he was obviously not a human cultivator, but also a transformed demon cultivator. Judging from the spiritual power fluctuations on his body, he seemed to be an eighth-order demon cultivator.
This person was here, obviously sent by Cangyun Pavilion to receive them. In a moment, Zhang Ling and Senior Brother Yang flew to the old man's side.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Zhang Ling cupped his fist at the old man, and Senior Brother Yang and the others also bowed.
"Welcome to the Cangyun Pavilion's trade fair. My surname is Hua. May I know how to address you?" The old man looked at the few of them, and his eyes fell on Zhang Ling.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Hua. Nice to meet you. My surname is Zhang," Zhang Ling replied with a smile.
"Oh, are Fellow Daoist Zhang and these little friends together?"
"Zhang met the three fellow daoists halfway," Zhang Ling replied casually.
"Hehe, these are all trivial." The old man stretched out his dry hand and pointed to the ground a dozen zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away. "You can enter Cangyun Pavilion through the teleportation array on the ground. But I have to say the rules here. Private fights are not allowed inside. Especially the human identity of you all is quite sensitive inside."
"Fellow Daoist Hua, rest assured, we are here to participate in the trade fair, so naturally we will not cause trouble for no reason."
"That's good. By the way, this old man has a few objects refined from Hunling Wood, which can save you some small troubles. I wonder if you need them?" As Old Man Hua said, he waved his hand, and four gray lights floated in front of him, each containing an object.
Two round beads the size of a thumb, a faceless mask, and a small wooden sign carved into the shape of a snake. Looking at the carvings on it, it was the appearance of the strange snake behind the old man.
All four items were wooden, and seemed to be refined from the same gray spiritual wood.
Hunling Wood, Zhang Ling had never heard of it, but as soon as his divine sense swept over it, he noticed that the spiritual power on the four items was quite complex and extremely chaotic.
"Hunling Wood, you may not have heard of it. This is a kind of strange wood that gathers extremely mixed spiritual energy and is of little use. But it is quite useful in hiding one's own aura. These little gadgets were carved by this old man. As long as you wear them and use a little spiritual power to activate them, you can temporarily change your own aura. 50,000 spiritual stones apiece. Do any of you fellow daoists need them?"
As Old Man Hua said, he tapped the thin wooden mask. Immediately, the mask emitted a strange gray gas that covered his whole body. Although the spiritual light was very weak and could not cover this person's appearance, the aura on his body became chaotic, making it difficult to lock on.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling's eyes lit up, and he also waved his hand, and the snake-shaped wooden sign came into his hand. A wisp of spiritual power was injected into it, and a thin layer of gray gas also enveloped his body, and his aura instantly became chaotic.
There are many ways for monks to hide their appearance and change their appearance. But it is not easy to change one's own aura.
There are some monks who are proficient in aura observation techniques, who can easily find monks who are deliberately hiding. Especially for powerful monks in the Nascent Soul stage like him, ordinary secret techniques cannot hide from the intentional investigation of monks of the same rank.
Of course, checking other people's aura will also expose oneself.
Zhang Ling has an Aura Concealing Gauze that can hide his aura, but the divine sense of Nascent Soul level monks is strong, and it is not difficult to see through the Aura Concealing Gauze.
Of course, Shapeshifting Mud can also do this, but after using Shapeshifting Mud, one can no longer use spiritual power, and using spiritual power will expose one's aura. It is only suitable for using this item to hide after getting out of danger.
The spiritual power on this Hunling Wood can confuse one's own aura. Although it does not truly change the aura, it is difficult for other monks to lock on to one's aura after one's own aura is confused.
This has a similar effect to secret concealment techniques, and is also an alternative treasure for hiding oneself.
"Not bad, this thing is indeed a little bit useful. Zhang will take this wooden sign." As Zhang Ling said, he took out 50,000 low-grade spirit stones and piled them on the ground.
Senior Brother Yang and the others also looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and each took out 50,000 spirit stones to buy one of these so-called Hunling Wood refined objects to hide their own aura.
Afterwards, Zhang Ling and the others stood on the teleportation array on the ground. As the clouds swirled, a piece of colored mist was generated, wrapping the few people up, and they were teleported away.
"Hehe, by the way, these Hunling Wood artifacts can only temporarily confuse your auras. There is no use after the spiritual power on them is exhausted."
And at the moment when the few people were teleported away, Zhang Ling and the others heard the old man's voice again.
