The self-detonation created a violent, blood-colored pressure wave that spread in all directions, instantly blowing away all the attacks aimed at the Bloodlight Old Devil.
Zhang Ling's expression also turned grim as he quickly poured spiritual power into his diamond-shaped azure shield and the Yellow Canopy Umbrella, reinforcing his defenses.
Not trusting this alone, he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, forming nine yellow light shields in front of him. The shields rapidly overlapped, creating a giant, three-zhang-tall shield that stood at the very front.
This was the Xuan Light Shield from his cultivation technique, and the combined defense of nine Xuan Light Shields was not weak.
Just as he finished, a wave of blood-colored impact arrived. The violent spiritual pressure made Zhang Ling sway as if he were in a hurricane.
The layers of protection in front of him creaked and groaned under the assault. Bracing himself against the impact, he was pushed back more than ten zhang before gradually stabilizing his stance.
The Xuan Tortoise was in the same situation, with a thick black ice wall in front of it to withstand the impact.
Although the power of this self-detonation was dangerous, Zhang Ling didn't believe that the Bloodlight Old Devil had truly died from it.
If it were really a mid-Nascent Soul stage monster self-detonating, he and the Xuan Tortoise, being so close, couldn't have easily blocked the impact.
The power of a Nascent Soul cultivator's self-detonation could definitely flatten the immortal city below and even destroy the tens of thousands of zhang tall Golden Goose Mountain.
It was definitely more than just this amount of power.
Moreover, Zhang Ling didn't believe that a Nascent Soul old monster would self-detonate so easily, even if he was in a desperate situation. The Nascent Soul could still use the Instantaneous Movement technique to escape, and the chances of escape were still considerable.
In other words, just now, the Bloodlight Old Devil had only self-detonated his physical body.
Sure enough, a quick sweep of his divine sense revealed a blood-black infant, about an inch tall, in the aftermath of the self-detonation.
The infant's body was illusory, and its face was very pale. It was the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul, and it was floating with the blood-colored light blade and a storage bag in front of it.
The Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul glared at Zhang Ling, who had stabilized his body, with a resentful look. Its two small hands quickly clapped together, forming a hand seal, and it transformed into a streak of blood light that disappeared in a flash.
When it reappeared, it was more than twenty zhang away, flying towards the immortal city below.
Having fought to this point, Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with cold light, and he couldn't let this old devil's Nascent Soul escape. He quickly chased after it with the Xuan Tortoise.
At the same time, he waved the Four Direction Flag, conjuring up patches of gray mist, but the Nascent Soul's Instantaneous Movement was very fast and difficult to lock onto, so he couldn't stop it for a while.
Seeing the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul use Instantaneous Movement several times in a row, reaching more than a hundred zhang away and getting further and further away from him.
Zhang Ling's mind stirred, and he saw the Xuan Tortoise immediately stop in place, its eyes slightly narrowed. Of course, it wasn't stopping the pursuit; it was planning to have the second Nascent Soul use Soul Shock, a divine soul-type attack.
This type of attack had a chance of stopping the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul.
The Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul flashed again, putting more distance between them.
Taking advantage of the brief gap in its spellcasting, the Xuan Tortoise immediately locked onto the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul, and a green light flashed in its eyes, releasing an invisible divine soul attack.
The Bloodlight Nascent Soul shook again, about to disappear.
Other attacks couldn't keep up with the Nascent Soul's Instantaneous Movement, but divine soul attacks were difficult to avoid.
Ah!
A scream.
As expected, Zhang Ling wasn't disappointed. Soul Shock hit the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul, causing the person's Nascent Soul to stop in place, and the Nascent Soul spirit body became more illusory.
Seizing this precious opportunity, Zhang Ling waved the Four Direction Flag in his hand, and a gray light shone down, trapping the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul within it.
The Bloodlight Nascent Soul also instantly regained its senses, its face filled with horror. Without thinking, it activated the blood-colored treasure blade. A dazzling blade light flashed, forcibly tearing open a gap.
The Nascent Soul flashed and escaped, then its body blurred, about to use Instantaneous Movement again.
But at this moment, the sky darkened, and a dark black giant claw slapped down, the five sharp claws converging, about to pinch the Nascent Soul within it.
While the Bloodlight Nascent Soul felt fear in its heart, it didn't hesitate to open its mouth and spit out a ball of essence into the treasure blade.
The blood-colored treasure blade lit up with cracks, and with a bang, shattered into seventeen or eighteen fragments.
But strangely, these fragments quickly combined into a light blade, desperately waving upwards, barely resisting the giant claw.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the old devil's Nascent Soul escaped from under the giant claw.
Just as it escaped more than ten zhang, a loud crash sounded behind it, and the giant claw fell, extinguishing the blade light.
This made the Nascent Soul tremble, and its aura immediately dropped a lot. This was because it had self-detonated its natal magic weapon to barely resist the attack.
With the mind and soul connected, the divine soul was naturally greatly affected.
At this moment, all means had been exhausted, and there were no other means left. If it didn't take this opportunity to escape, there wouldn't be a second chance. The Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul was very fast, using Instantaneous Movement several times, putting more than a hundred zhang between it and Zhang Ling.
The closely following Zhang Ling's face was gloomy, and lightning flashed on his body. He used the Lightning Spirit Shuttle to use Lightning Escape, but was always one step slower.
To catch up with the Nascent Soul's Instantaneous Movement, unless he also released his Nascent Soul and used Instantaneous Movement as well. But this was too risky.
Seeing the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul about to disappear from sight, he saw dense light lines suddenly appear in mid-air in the direction it was escaping.
Some of these light lines were cyan-blue, and some were scarlet-red. Densely packed, like embroidery needles pulling thread, they quickly wove into a huge net, just right to trap the Bloodlight Nascent Soul within it.
Immediately afterwards, a woman with a light veil appeared next to it, and with a single pull, the net was pulled in front of her.
"Ah, Soul Binding Net, you are a cultivator of the Heavenly Yin Sect, stop! I have an old friendship with Yin婆 of your sect, let me go…" The Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul shouted, seemingly recognizing the origin of the treasure that trapped him.
Ice Fairy frowned slightly, and the jade pen in her other hand was about to release an attack to shatter the Nascent Soul. Hearing this, she paused, seemingly changing her mind.
The jade pen gently tapped, drawing some strange runes in the air, and hitting the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul. The old devil's Nascent Soul immediately stopped shouting, shuddered, and fell into a coma.
But immediately afterwards, a green light flashed next to it, and a thin green line pierced over, heading straight for the Nascent Soul in the net.
Ice Fairy reacted quickly and pulled the net, along with the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul, away.
The green light only swept through the air, turned in a circle, and turned into a long green cone. This was naturally the attack released by Zhang Ling.
After seeing the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul trapped by the gauze woman, he was slightly stunned. But this woman didn't directly kill the Nascent Soul, but only temporarily restricted the Bloodlight Nascent Soul.
"What do you mean, fellow cultivator?" Zhang Ling looked at the gauze woman and asked in a deep voice.
Hearing the question, Ice Fairy also looked at Zhang Ling and said softly, "This person is still useful to me, fellow cultivator, can you let him go?"
"Why should I?"
Zhang Ling frowned and snorted. Looking at the woman in front of him, his expression became complicated. This woman seemed to recognize him, and her expression towards him was slightly smiling.
Due to the fight, his previous disguise had long been broken during the spellcasting. Just now, the Bloodlight Old Devil's self-detonation of his physical body also blew away all the purple light ball mist released earlier.
Zhang Ling had revealed his original appearance, and he had now exposed his identity as a human cultivator.
"Oriental Ya?"
Ice Fairy's expression didn't change, but she slowly took off the gauze on her face and softly said a name.
"It really is you, Senior Oriental." Seeing the woman's face, Zhang Ling blurted out. Earlier, he saw that this woman's figure and temperament were similar to Oriental Ya. But this was just his guess, and it was difficult to say whether it was true or not.
Now that this was confirmed, but as soon as he said it, Zhang Ling felt that it was inappropriate and quickly closed his mouth. He remembered that his current strength was not weaker than this woman.
Oriental Ya smiled slightly. "You are really surprising. It's been two hundred years since we last met, and you have cultivated from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul realm."
"Just a coincidence." Zhang Ling recovered his expression and responded perfunctorily. He frowned slightly and asked, "Does the fairy know the Bloodlight Old Devil?"
"I have heard of this person before, but this is the first time I have seen him."
"Then why save him?"
"This, I'm sorry, I didn't want to save him, but I just happened to have some things to ask this Bloodlight Old Devil. That's why I stopped you from directly killing his Nascent Soul." Oriental Ya's expression changed slightly and said.
Zhang Ling looked at the woman's expression, which didn't seem to be lying, but letting go of the Bloodlight Old Devil's Nascent Soul like this might leave future troubles.
But this woman had saved his life when he was in the Foundation Establishment stage after all. Zhang Ling hesitated.
"Don't worry, after I understand what I need to know, I will kill this demon's Nascent Soul and will not leave any future troubles." Oriental Ya blinked her beautiful eyes, seeing something.
"Alright then."
Zhang Ling was silent for a moment, nodded, and stopped dwelling on the matter. Oriental Ya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and turned her gaze to the Xuan Tortoise following beside her.
"This fellow cultivator is…"
……
At the same time as Zhang Ling and Oriental Ya were talking.
An even more amazing battle was taking place in the black hole at the top of Golden Goose Mountain. It was said that after the ghost-faced man entered the cave.
He saw some special things.
As he continued to descend, he noticed that this cave was not made by attacks, but was a pre-built underground structure, like an ancient cultivator's ruins.
The walls of the black hole had many cyan-black strips of stone of varying sizes. Some of the stones were square giant stones, some were semi-circular, and some were round. They seemed to be embedded in the earth and stone.
Most of them were also engraved with many dark spiritual patterns. Looking closely, they seemed to be small dark gold characters. More like scriptures.
The further down, the larger the space. After descending hundreds of zhang, the ghost-faced man sensed several powerful spiritual power fluctuations below. Obviously, there were cultivators fighting.
He accelerated a bit, and in a moment, he reached the bottom of the cave. Passing through a long stone staircase, he reached a huge cave.
This cave was a thousand zhang in size, located in the mountainside. There were huge pillars everywhere, as well as some broken golden chains.
These things seemed to be some array instruments, but they had obviously been destroyed.
Arriving here, the strange sound of咚咚咚 was even louder. After listening to it for a long time, it gave people a feeling of palpitations.
To be careful, the ghost-faced man's body was filled with Yin Sha Qi, and he threw out a white bone shield to protect his whole body. His divine sense circled in the thousand-zhang space and saw that in the center of the space, a fierce battle was erupting.
The mid-Nascent Soul stage Qing Elder and the bare-chested Mo Dahan were fighting a tall figure covered in blood.
That figure was actually one of the three Nascent Soul cultivators who appeared at the previous auction, the tall, thin, and large Iron Bull Daoist.
But at this moment, this person had changed greatly, covered in blood. The aura on his body had increased to the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
This was not what was shocking. This person's feet were sunk into the ground, seemingly imprisoned.
But countless tentacles like red tongues grew out of his back, swaying strangely, like the branches of a willow tree.
These tentacles were also wrapped around a huge meatball. It was a black-red meatball with a diameter of more than twenty zhang, beating like a heart, and many slender blood-colored tentacles were dancing on it.
Many of the slender meat whiskers were inserted into the back of Iron Bull Daoist.
This person's entire body had completely changed. The original tall body appeared even taller, as much as three or four zhang tall, and his hands and feet became extremely thick, and even grew sharp claws and teeth.
Even more bizarre was that a crack had opened in his chest, looking like a wound, but more than ten sharp bone spurs like teeth protruded from it, and it seemed that there were no internal organs inside.
It seemed to have become an empty shell.
Two brains also grew out of his neck. His original head was closing his eyes with a painful expression, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Another head was separated from his neck, a bald black face without hair. But it was twice as large as an ordinary head, and the head was attached with cyan-black scales, looking extremely hideous.
This appearance was completely demonized.
Even mutated alien demons rarely mutated into this appearance. "Could it be that he was taken over by some monster?" The ghost-faced man had this thought in his mind.
"Daoist Yan, come and help us suppress this demon! This monster has already swallowed Daoist Ying's Nascent Soul and occupied Daoist Tie's body. If we let him completely absorb the power of the Blood Demon Heart, we will all die here!" Qing Elder discovered the arrival of the ghost-faced man and immediately shouted.
The Daoist Ying that Qing Elder said was the yellow-faced old man who originally controlled the formation. This person was also another Nascent Soul cultivator who controlled this city with Mo Dahan.
Unexpectedly, he had already died tragically.
At this time, Qing Elder released a large piece of cyan flame, and Mo Dahan released three black light wheels. But they were all blocked by a piece of blood-colored light curtain sprayed out by the monster in front of him.
Moreover, blood-colored light balls continued to rush out of the light curtain. When they rushed over, they would form a large piece of wind blade.
At the same time, the magic weapon remnant sword would also be activated once every ten-odd periods, releasing a powerful attack. Forcing Qing Elder and Mo Dahan to only be able to barely resist.
This situation was extremely bad.
Not to mention anything else, the cyan flame released by this Qing Elder was not an ordinary spiritual fire, but a powerful supernatural power called Qingyang Demon Fire.
The man could clearly feel that the strength of this cultivator who had been taken over was constantly increasing, giving him an extremely dangerous feeling.
