All of this happened very quickly, and not many cultivators reacted quickly enough to escape.
Basically, no low-level cultivators escaped. Of the hundred or so Golden Core cultivators remaining in the venue, only twenty or thirty managed to get away.
Those who couldn't escape immediately weren't stupid. Seeing the casualties mounting, these Golden Core cultivators, at the urging of a few, gathered into several groups.
They released magical treasures, talismans, and other defensive measures to protect themselves.
However, as the three Nascent Soul elders fought more intensely, they continued to suffer casualties. Only heaven knows how many would ultimately survive.
As for Zhang Ling, he had disappeared long ago. Hearing the screams, he knew something was wrong. He took a quick glance and swiftly passed through the auction venue's restrictions.
Taking advantage of the fact that the restrictions hadn't completely closed, he landed on a street.
He looked up at the auction venue, covered by the golden pagoda, where powerful spiritual energy was erupting, indicating that Nascent Soul cultivators had taken action.
At the same time, he noticed that the Black Spirit Reverend and the Iron-named cultivator had also escaped danger early on. However, they didn't leave but hovered outside the auction venue, seemingly in conversation.
At this moment, people in the city also noticed that something seemed to have happened at the auction venue and looked up to watch.
Most of these people were low-level cultivators. Although they could sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy, their strength was too low to understand what was happening.
Some even speculated that some rare treasure might have appeared, chatting idly. If they knew that Nascent Soul cultivators were fighting inside, one wonders what their expressions would be.
Zhang Ling glanced at the still stable situation in the city. Without hesitation, he flew towards the city gate, intending to leave this place.
Someone had actually caused trouble at the auction. Regardless of whether the Nascent Soul elders guarding Golden Goose Mountain could resolve the problem, this place would soon become chaotic.
Moreover, thinking about the strange feeling he'd had over the past few days, Zhang Ling felt that this trade fair was intentionally set up by someone. Could it be that the city's administrators knew that something would happen at the auction venue?
Zhang Ling speculated in his heart. Whether it was intentional or something else, it had nothing to do with him.
On the contrary, he had acquired many rare spiritual herbs during his stay here. He also successfully bid for a middle-grade Spirit Eye Jade and unexpectedly discovered Dreamthread Flowers.
These two items alone made the trip worthwhile.
Due to the convenience of holding the auction, the city's anti-air restrictions were lifted. His speed was very fast, and he crossed a thousand feet in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling sensed something, and his escape speed slowed down significantly.
He saw a shocking explosion two to three hundred feet ahead, with flames soaring into the sky and violent spiritual energy fluctuations.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly and immediately sensed that there were also three Nascent Soul cultivators fighting over there.
He glanced at the auction venue still in the air in the city center. The fighting there was even more intense, shaking the golden pagoda, which seemed unable to hold on for much longer.
But how could a Nascent Soul-level fight also occur in the city? Could it be that someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos?
Zhang Ling muttered to himself, and a mass of dark, mud-like substance appeared in his hand. A little spiritual energy was injected into it, and the mass of mud transformed into a layer of transparent film, covering his body. His figure flickered a few times and disappeared.
This was naturally the Shapeshifting Mud, which could transform into various things.
Although he couldn't guarantee that he could hide from the divine sense of all Nascent Soul cultivators, after all, his whereabouts had been seen through by that Moon Immortal in the Sky Palace Secret Realm before.
But the concealment of this rare treasure was beyond doubt. It was not a problem to hide from the detection of most cultivators. After hiding, Zhang Ling slightly changed his direction, intending to bypass the battle nearby.
But as he approached the battle ahead, his expression changed. Although he had hidden his figure, he still quietly released a wisp of divine sense, paying attention to the battle ahead.
At this moment, he found that the three people in the battle ahead felt somewhat familiar to him. He had just arrived in the territory of the Otherworld Demon Clan and had no acquaintances. How could he have this feeling?
Zhang Ling slowed down his escape speed. He saw that one of the figures was covered in blood, it was actually the Bloodlight Old Devil who had stopped him under the Demon Spring.
The other two, one wearing a ghost mask and the other with a veil, were a man and a woman, both early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. At this moment, they were joining forces to fight the Bloodlight Old Devil.
Zhang Ling was stunned when he saw the ghost mask. He murmured, "This person seems to be using the Underworld King Art."
The ghost mask the man wore reminded him of an experience when he was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator, stationed at the Twelve Immortal Cities.
At that time, another small array node was invaded by Otherworld Demons, and they were led by a Golden Core cultivator to reinforce it.
During the battle with the Otherworld Demons, they were swept into the underground and entered a relic of the ancient Ghost King Sect.
They experienced many dangers in it. At that time, he also saw a Longevity Hall, and because he had a bronze mask in his hand, he obtained a ghost cultivation technique, the Underworld King Art, from a statue in the Longevity Hall.
Now, looking at the man with the ghost mask in front, he was using means to transform into three huge blue-faced ghost heads, trapping the Bloodlight Old Devil in them, looking quite powerful.
Zhang Ling immediately affirmed that this person was using the means in the Underworld King Art, and it seemed that he had cultivated to a profound level.
The reason for such certainty was that although he had not mainly cultivated this technique, he had cultivated some of the secret arts in it. The Soul-Bewitching Art he had used before was a secret technique in the Underworld King Art.
It's just that the Ghost King Sect was destroyed ten thousand years ago, and this is the territory of the Otherworld Demon Clan, how could there be a Ghost King Sect cultivator here.
As for the woman with the veil, she was waving a jade brush in her hand, drawing blue or fiery red runes in the air.
These runes quickly intertwined and transformed into a fiery red giant bird and a water dragon more than ten feet long, assisting the ghost-faced mask cultivator in besieging the Bloodlight Old Devil.
In Zhang Ling's opinion, this woman's methods were not very strong, but the aura on her body felt even more familiar to him. Thinking about it in his heart, he thought of a person. A woman who had once saved his life, Dongfang Ya.
It was also in the relic of the Ghost King Sect. At that time, the underground water surged, and then a Golden Core female cultivator and an old man appeared fighting.
The female cultivator was Dongfang Ya. Under this woman's protection, they escaped into a Yin Water River, encountered a one-eyed snake, and escaped after experiencing some dangers.
During this, Zhang Ling also obtained a storage bag and Soul-Nourishing Wood from an ancient cultivator.
At that time, after escaping danger and returning to the Twelve Immortal Cities, he was also summoned by several Golden Core cultivators to inquire about the woman's situation. Among them was a clan brother of Dongfang Ya.
After that, Zhang Ling never heard from this woman again.
The woman with the veil in front of him, her dress is very similar to Dongfang Ya, and her temperament is also similar. Although he was only a Foundation Establishment strength at that time, he couldn't remember the woman's aura.
If he remembered correctly, Dongfang Ya also urged a jade pen.
But the woman in front of him was not exuding ordinary spiritual power, but the aura of the Otherworld Demon Clan.
This made Zhang Ling not sure again, was it a coincidence? He didn't believe that two people with such similar temperaments and the same magic weapon could be two different people.
But Dongfang Ya was indeed a human cultivator, not an Otherworld Demon.
What was going on.
