Seeing this, Old Taoist Ziyun nodded to Old Ancestor Tianfeng. The two of them also tacitly released various magical treasures to attack.
Their main goal here was to stall the alien demons. As long as the enemy didn't immediately escape, their goal was already half achieved.
As for the ghost-masked cultivator, he chuckled softly, his figure wrapped in a cloud of gray light, and he fled without looking back in another direction. This person seemed to be planning to retreat immediately.
"Where do you think you're going?" Old Ghost Baihe's eyes widened.
Without seeing any movement from this skinny old man, the white silk robe attached to his body suddenly flew up. After circling around his head, it transformed into a white crane the size of two zhang.
Old Ghost Baihe instantly stood on the white crane, his figure wrapped in white light, and chased after him. The speed of his escape light was actually a bit faster than the fleeing ghost-masked cultivator.
Zhang Ling was also wrapped in a layer of yellow light, chasing after him a little slower. He glanced at the old man in surprise.
The white crane released by Old Ghost Baihe was not a spirit beast, but a paper crane, but it looked lifelike, exuding some special ethereal aura.
He didn't know what method was used to refine it. With a thought in his mind, he suddenly thought of White Crane Mountain, which seemed to have a secret technique of talisman puppets.
Could this be a talisman puppet?
Talisman puppets are a rare secret technique of talismans, but they are very different from ordinary spirit talismans.
In a short while, Old Ghost Baihe had already caught up with the ghost-masked cultivator. The white crane under his feet flapped its wings, and the surrounding light and shadows flickered, revealing pieces of paper.
These paper pieces glittered with fluorescence and changed their speed. After a series of crisp sounds, the paper pieces turned into paper cranes.
The sound of rustling paper moving entered his ears, sounding a bit strange. Countless paper cranes, like a flock of flying birds, surrounded the ghost-masked cultivator.
Immediately afterwards, Old Ghost Baihe also had an iron-blue flying knife in his hand, which he shot towards the ghost-masked cultivator.
The flying knife emitted very little spiritual light, but it was extremely fast and seemed to possess some kind of hidden supernatural power.
The trapped ghost-masked cultivator erupted with a large mass of eerie gray ghost energy, with shadows of Yin spirits flickering within, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling.
The next moment, a blue light flashed in the ghost mist, and a blue ghost face mask flew up, quickly growing to the size of two or three zhang. The mask seemed to be alive, and the ghost face on it grinned hideously, opening its mouth and spraying out a cloud of blue mist.
Old Ghost Baihe's flying knife flashed into it, and its speed suddenly decreased greatly.
Beneath the ghost face mask, gray energy was entwined, like strange rags shaking, but it was rapidly solidifying.
In the blink of an eye, with the ghost face mask as the center, two blue ghost claws and most of the ghost's body grew out. The mask also turned into a strange face in the ghost mist, looking like a blue-faced, green-eyed evil ghost.
The two blue ghost claws clapped together, waving out dozens of huge blue ghost fires.
Several of the ghost fires hit Old Ghost Baihe's flying knife, freezing layers of ice on it, and the flying knife's spiritual light immediately became extremely dim.
Old Ghost Baihe's face sank. Sensing that his flying knife seemed to be contaminated by something, its power instantly decreased by more than half. He quickly opened his mouth, spewed out a ball of essence, and activated a magic formula to recall the flying knife.
However, the remaining blue fireballs had already attacked without hesitation. He quickly tapped the white crane under his feet, and with a sway of his figure, he dodged these attacks.
At the same time, the paper cranes also pounced over.
But the blue evil ghost was not afraid at all. With a strange laugh, it released more blue Yin fire. The paper cranes that pounced into it all shattered into pieces of paper.
At this moment, rumbling thunder entered his ears. Old Ghost Baihe fixed his eyes and saw that the blue evil ghost below was covered by a large mass of thunder fire.
There was also a ball of thunder fire exploding on his flying knife, blasting the flying knife to the side.
Old Ghost Baihe immediately realized that the flying knife had not been severely damaged. On the contrary, this sudden ball of thunder fire had restored the power of his flying knife.
"Thank you, Fellow Taoist Zhang."
Old Ghost Baihe reacted and looked at Zhang Ling not far away. He saw that the Zhang kid was holding several cyan-red round beads in his hand, entwined with thick thunder and fire spiritual power.
He, as the Old Ancestor of White Crane Mountain, had already investigated the details of this kid. He had heard that he was a cultivator who had just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage not long ago, and he originally had some contempt in his heart. Now it seems that his methods are not small.
However, Zhang Ling threw the thunder fire beads in his hand towards the blue-faced evil ghost, and rushed to the other side without looking back.
Old Ghost Baihe's face stiffened. Wasn't he supposed to join forces with him to stall this mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivator?
"Fellow Taoist Baihe, this evil ghost is not that person's main body, but just a clone puppet," Zhang Ling quickly transmitted a voice message, and then ignored Old Ghost Baihe and the blue evil ghost.
Just now, the ghost-masked cultivator retreated without a fight, and he felt that something was wrong.
This person has the strength of the mid-Nascent Soul stage. From the surface, it would not be a disadvantage for him to deal with him and Old Ghost Baihe, two early-Nascent Soul stage cultivators. How could he retreat as if he was fleeing as soon as he came up?
Moreover, Old Ghost Baihe didn't spend much effort to catch up with this person. The doubts in his heart were even greater, so he was more vigilant.
Seeing the suddenly transformed blue evil ghost, Zhang Ling wanted to try it out and threw out a few thunder fire beads. He immediately realized that the blue evil ghost was not the ghost-masked cultivator, but a Yin soul puppet.
He did not hesitate to fly towards the battle group on Tianfeng Senior Brother's side.
Things that go against common sense must be demons. There is a high probability that the ghost-masked cultivator intends to escape with a fake body and take the opportunity to sneak attack them. Zhang Ling couldn't help but deal with it carefully. He had suffered such a loss a few years ago when facing the Blood Demon Loose Practitioner.
Fortunately, it was only a few hundred zhang away from the battle group over there. With a sweep of his divine sense, Zhang Ling took in the situation there.
Tianfeng Senior Brother and Old Taoist Ziyun were fighting fiercely with the red-skinned monster. Countless flames and wind balls shot out in all directions, and huge roars came from the collisions.
The battle group swept across half the sky, and the fight was very fierce.
It seemed that there was nothing wrong. Suddenly, Zhang Ling glanced upwards and saw a faint gray light and shadow appearing above the battle group at some unknown time.
It was not a human figure, but a very weak spiritual light. On closer inspection, it was a gray spirit talisman. It was being silently activated.
When Zhang Ling looked over, the spirit talisman transformed into a gray light wave that quickly expanded. It instantly formed a gray light curtain with a diameter of more than a hundred zhang.
Spiritual light flickered on the light curtain, and vague shadows of Tai Chi Bagua emerged. It looked like a gray Bagua pattern, which was very strange.
Old Ancestor Tianfeng and Old Taoist Ziyun below did not notice and were covered in it.
Zhang Ling didn't have time to remind them, and saw the two of them being covered there.
