Three days later, above the bushes in a certain area, a vague shadow flashed past and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Cough... cough!
This was Zhang Ling's escape light, his face pale and bloodless, occasionally coughing twice, his whole body's aura even weaker. He was in a state of weakness from physical overdraft.
"It's been half a day, and I haven't sensed Bai Zhenren's spiritual consciousness fluctuations anymore. It seems I've gotten rid of this person," Zhang Ling muttered to himself.
"You've escaped for at least sixty to seventy thousand miles. Once that old man can't lock onto your aura, it's like searching for a needle in a haystack. It's much easier to get rid of him," Blue Sparrow chuckled.
"Being able to avoid this calamity is still thanks to the guidance of senior," Zhang Ling smiled bitterly. Although he had gotten rid of Bai Hun Shangren, his current situation was not very good. The spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted.
Three hours ago, in order to completely get rid of Bai Hun Zhenren, he also risked performing a Blood Burning Escape Technique once, using the short time of half a cup of tea to cross a thousand miles.
Since then, he had not felt the power of Bai Hun Zhenren's(百魂真人: Bai Hun Zhenren) spiritual consciousness again.
At this time, the spiritual power and essence blood in his body were greatly depleted, so he had to find a safe place as soon as possible to recuperate.
Zhang Ling flew for another hour, hiding his figure, and changed directions several times along the way before he was completely relieved.
Then, in a certain mountain forest, he chose a mountain peak with sparse spiritual energy to land on, used earth遁术 to enter the mountain, opened a simple stone cave of several zhang in size, and immediately sat down cross-legged to adjust his breathing.
He did not take any pills, because during these few days of escape, he had taken many pills to restore spiritual power and energy.
Although it replenished the consumption, these medicinal powers were not completely refined and were accumulated in the body. The longer the time, the more secondary damage it would cause to the body.
Now, refining these remaining medicinal powers is the top priority. Fortunately, he has escaped danger and has plenty of time to recover slowly.
...
On the other hand, tens of thousands of miles away, on a certain cliff, a huge owl stood in the whistling cold wind, and next to it, an old man in a green robe with a gray face sat cross-legged on a stone. It was Bai Hun Zhenren of the Bai Hun Sect.
Bai Hun Zhenren was also recovering his consumption. Chasing the enemy all the way had greatly depleted him. But for more than a day, he had not felt the enemy's aura again, which made his mood extremely bad.
He, an old monster in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, was actually escaped by a Nascent Soul cultivator who had already consumed most of his spiritual power. This was truly a great shame.
Whenever he thought of this, Bai Hun Zhenren's(百魂真人: Bai Hun Zhenren) face turned blue and red. His heart felt as uncomfortable as if a stone was pressing on it.
What worried him even more was that he sensed the aura of the soul coffin guarded by Gui Weng and Gui Po on this enemy.
This thing did not belong to their Bai Hun Sect, but was entrusted to them by the old sect master to guard. Now, not only had Gui Weng and Gui Po fallen, but the soul coffin had also fallen into the hands of this Nascent Soul cultivator.
How could he explain this?
He had roughly remembered the aura of the escaped kid, but in his impression, he had never seen such a Nascent Soul cultivator.
This kid was extremely unfamiliar. It seemed that he was not a cultivator from a nearby sect.
Could it be some Nascent Soul old monster from the righteous or demonic path, or an elder from the Tianhai Immortal Alliance or the Twelve Immortal Cities? If this kid was related to these forces, then it would not be good.
Thinking of this, Bai Hun Zhenren opened his eyes and flipped out the wooden plaque engraved with a ghost face. Looking at the plaque, his face showed a hesitant look.
After a long silence, Bai Hun Zhenren threw the wooden plaque into the air, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a few drops of essence blood into it. The wooden plaque spun around, and several ghost shadows emerged, merging into a bronze ghost face in the air.
After waiting for a few breaths, the ghost face seemed to come alive, and blood-red nether flames lit up in the dark eye sockets.
"Bai Hun, what is the matter with summoning this seat? The divine sense I placed on this Soul Sacrifice Token can only allow you to summon this seat twice. Could it be that something went wrong with the things entrusted to you..." A cold male voice came from the bronze ghost face.
"Uh, Senior Brother Gui Che. Gui Weng and Gui Po have fallen, and the soul coffin has also fallen into the hands of an unknown cultivator," Bai Hun Zhenren's(百魂真人: Bai Hun Zhenren) face twitched a few times, and he quickly said.
This matter was of great importance, and he did not want to anger Yan Lao, but it had already happened and could not be concealed. Otherwise, their Bai Hun Sect would be destroyed in an instant.
"What?" The bronze ghost face twisted. "Who did it, the alien demons or the humans?"
"Senior brother, this matter just happened, and I don't know the specific situation. It's just that Gui Weng sent back a little information through a secret method before he fell, saying that it was a Nascent Soul cultivator, but it is impossible to know which side he is from," Bai Hun Zhenren's(百魂真人: Bai Hun Zhenren) mind moved, and his face flashed with baleful spirit, and he said so.
Although this matter could not be concealed, he could conceal the small detail that he had lost track of the enemy.
"An early stage cultivator can kill Gui Weng and Gui Po, and escape from under your nose. This sect has secretly supported you for thousands of years, is this how you do things?" The bronze ghost face revealed a fierce aura.
"Senior brother, calm down, I will find that person as soon as possible and retrieve the soul coffin," Bai Hun Zhenren quickly promised.
"Hmph, the loss of the soul coffin will be difficult to explain to the sect master... But it must be investigated secretly, this matter must not be noticed by those major forces, lest it affect our plan. Fortunately, that soul coffin is just a replica, and there are spares in the sect."
"Thank you, senior brother, Bai Hun knows what to do." Hearing that the tone of the bronze ghost face had softened, Bai Hun Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, the young master has already persuaded the Demon Soul Hall to take action. Before long, the alien demons will take action. The spiritual objects entrusted to you for sacrifice must not be lost again, otherwise I will not be able to protect you, and do not disappoint the sect master."
"Senior brother, rest assured, the Evil Moon Pearl and the Weeping Soul Wood have already been refined in my Bai Hun Sect, and it is only lacking the other two materials, which can also be completed within ten years or so."
"Very good, when the Blood Sacrifice Ghost Gate, the Nine Nether Soul Spirits descend, my Ghost King Sect will make a comeback..." The bronze ghost face's strange laughter echoed, and a burst of echoes came.
In this weird laughter, the bronze ghost face disappeared vaguely.
Bai Hun Zhenren put the wooden plaque in his hand, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the horizon for a long time without saying a word.
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Two months later, Zhang Ling was still hiding in the nameless mountain. It's just that compared to the previous simple stone cave, it has been expanded a lot.
He sat peacefully on a stone platform, meditating. After a while, Zhang Ling's whole body's spiritual power condensed, and a layer of golden mist floated up.
This layer of spiritual light rotated around the body in a regular manner for several circles, turning into a dozen yellow mist vortices of different sizes. Then, it shone on the top of the head in circles. Finally, these vortices turned into mist with Zhang Ling's breathing and were inhaled into the body.
Half an hour later, Zhang Ling put away his cultivation technique and stood up with a long sigh of relief. He shook his hands and feet a few times, revealing a smile. "Spiritual power, energy, and divine soul have all recovered to fullness, and the injuries have recovered almost. Hehe, the cultivation base has also increased a little."
With a flick of his hand, a gray storage bag engraved with a ghost head floated in the air.
This was the storage bag of the white-haired old woman who used the Peach Blossom Ghost Staff. Before, during the battle on the teleportation round platform. Zhang Ling found an opportunity to smash the old woman's Nascent Soul with the black bone giant claw, and this storage bag fell down.
Apart from that red coffin, this storage bag was the only gain. Now, there was time to carefully check these things.
A yellow light hit the storage bag, and instantly broke the restriction on it. A pile of things fell to the ground with a crash.
The first thing he saw was a pile of gray-black stones piled up like a small mountain. These were Yin Spirit Stones, but most of them were low-grade Yin Spirit Stones, with only a thousand or so middle-grade spirit stones, and not a single high-grade one.
This was not surprising. Yin Spirit Stones were special spirit stones, even rarer than ice attribute and thunder spirit stones. Adding up to more than 300,000 Yin Spirit Stones was also considered a gain.
Zhang Ling also checked the remaining things. Apart from three or four Yin-Han attribute magic weapons, the other things were of no use to him.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling saw three black jars with a few yellow spirit talismans pasted on them. He didn't know what they were. Opening one of the jars, a cloud of pink mist floated out.
His face sank, and he threw out a piece of yellow rosy clouds, trapping the mist in a space of several zhang. After carefully sensing it, he could sense a sinister aura in the pink mist.
He opened the remaining two jars, and they also contained this pink mist.
At the bottom of the three jars were also some decayed spirit bones and skeletons. These pink mists seemed to be Yin Sha energy refined by some kind of evil method.
Zhang Ling could feel that it was not completely refined and could only be regarded as a semi-finished product.
He immediately remembered that the Sha Soul Silk displayed by the white-haired old woman was quite powerful, and it might be that it was mixed with these special Yin Sha energy to enhance its power.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ling took out the Yin Soul Banner on his body and released the wolf head ghost.
As soon as the ghost appeared, it screamed strangely and rushed excitedly towards the pink Yin Sha energy, opening its mouth wide and sucking it up.
Zhang Ling sensed through the Yin Soul Banner that the ghost had no adverse reactions, so he released the yellow rosy clouds controlling the pink mist. Let the wolf head ghost absorb all the pink mist into the Yin Soul Banner.
This was a special Yin Sha evil energy. Although the amount was not much, it could not cultivate a large number of Sha Soul Silk, but a small amount of several strands of special Sha Soul Silk was still not a problem. If used well, it could be considered a means.
After checking all the things in this storage bag, Zhang Ling released the red coffin that had been collected into the Earth Yuan Gourd.
A piece of yellow sand wrapped the red coffin and fell to the ground, making a muffled bang.
Next to him, black light flashed, and Xuan Gui also transformed into a human form, and with a wave of his hand, the black ice crystals on the outermost periphery of the red coffin turned into a layer of ice mist and were collected into his body.
Zhang Ling naturally also put away the vines that were often on it, and he also carefully sensed the changes in these vines, and did not find anything wrong with the animation.
It seemed that although this coffin was a bit special, it was indeed a dead thing. The important thing might be the things sealed inside.
The outermost layer of yellow light restriction was also easily removed by him, revealing the complete red coffin inside.
This coffin was three zhang long, one zhang wide, and one zhang high. It was quite huge. The whole was like it was refined from some kind of spirit wood. Originally, many spirit patterns were engraved on the coffin with black paint.
But it was re-cursed by the evil ghost transformed by the skinny old man's Nascent Soul, and these spirit patterns turned dark green, and a layer of heavy Yin Sha evil energy covered it.
Being able to let a Nascent Soul old monster disperse his Nascent Soul and abandon his life to do this. What was inside, Zhang Ling felt a strong curiosity in his heart.
Surrounding this coffin, he looked carefully at it several times, but he did not recognize what kind of restriction was on it.
It seemed that to open this coffin, he could only break it by force.
With the hand magic訣 urged, several spiritual lights hit it, but the red coffin shook, and a layer of Yin Sha energy came out, isolating his spiritual power.
Zhang Ling snorted coldly and increased his spiritual power, but still did not break open this red coffin. Instead, the restrictions on the coffin lit up one after another, and a layer of gray-green Yin wind turned into countless evil ghost phantoms, floating on it.
Zhang Ling flicked his fingers and released a few lightning lights, smashing many evil ghosts, but in an instant, many ghost shadows were reborn.
After a full quarter of an hour, the coffin was still safe and sound. Instead, he consumed some spiritual power.
This restriction was really strange. It could produce a continuous stream of ghost shadows. If he broke it with brute force, he didn't know how long it would take. It was possible that he couldn't break it, or he would directly destroy the things inside.
Zhang Ling put away the magic訣 and changed several methods, but still did not have much effect.
The ghost shadow restriction on it could not only isolate divine consciousness, but also isolate spiritual power. Any attack on it would greatly reduce its power.
Moreover, these ghost shadows were not real ghosts, but just phantoms condensed by Yin Qi. There was no substantial counterattack. It was indeed some kind of powerful seal restriction.
For this reason, Zhang Ling also recalled the Underworld King Art, this ghost path technique, in his mind, but he did not find a way to break it.
After tossing for more than an hour, he could not find a way.
Suddenly, he took out the bronze ancient lamp, and a group of essence blood turned into blood lines, lighting the ancient lamp. Zhang Ling felt that his divine soul was full, and his divine consciousness power was enhanced by one time.
He took a deep breath, condensed his divine consciousness and covered the entire coffin. He wanted to carefully check what was so strange about the restriction on it.
Zhang Ling stared, and used his divine consciousness power, which was no weaker than that of a late Nascent Soul cultivator, to carefully scan the entire coffin back and forth several times.
Sure enough, the enhanced divine consciousness power was not directly bounced back, but could gradually fall on the coffin itself.
It's just that during this period, countless overlapping ghost shadows appeared in front of him, roaring and pouncing towards him. It was like watching a Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Soul Picture, which made people's scalp tingle.
Fortunately, it was just a phantom, but it interfered with divine consciousness a lot, like a layer of light紗 appeared in front of him, constantly blocking you from seeing the things behind.
After a cup of tea, Zhang Ling's head broke out in some cold sweat, consuming a lot of divine consciousness power, and even the essence blood in the bronze ancient lamp was almost burned out.
If the divine consciousness power still could not penetrate the heavy ghost shadows, he could only give up and think of other methods first.
After persisting for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, and his divine consciousness power finally penetrated the ghost shadows and fell on the coffin itself, seeing some things clearly.
