However, when the sword light pierced into the cloud and mist with immense force, it encountered a resistance.
The colorful clouds and mist churned for a moment, and with a crisp bang, the flying sword seemed to have collided with something hard, and it bounced back instantly.
Zhang Ling quickly cast two spells to control the flying sword, returning it in front of him. The sword light had re-divided into three flying swords, which were buzzing.
"What a powerful restriction."
With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, the earth-yellow gourd turned upside down, releasing a large amount of Heavenly Star Sand, as well as the remaining four flying swords.
The Heavenly Star Sand condensed into several Earthly Fiend Earth Dragons, and the low-grade flying swords also recombined into a cyan-golden sword light more than ten feet long.
Attacking together, after a series of loud bangs.
Zhang Ling's face became even more gloomy.
This layer of colored cloud restriction was several times stronger than he had expected. If he tried to break it open with brute force alone, he didn't know how long it would take, or even if it could be broken.
He gave a wry smile, "It seems I still have to use this thing."
A black square token appeared in his hand. Zhang Ling planned to use this restriction token.
This layer of restriction was difficult to break, and even if he used a powerful attack to break it, it would consume a lot of spiritual power.
Along the way, the square token had no abnormalities. Then there might be no problem, and he was overthinking it.
Then it wouldn't hurt to use this thing.
Zhang Ling gently shook the black square token. The token flew up, and he chanted words, quickly changing hand seals, and began to activate the token.
This set of hand seals was the method that Miss Ruolan had told him to activate the token.
As the hand seals turned into semi-black and semi-white spiritual light, Zhang Ling pointed at the token.
The token trembled, and several ancient runes emerged on it. These runes floated up and rotated in the air to form a black and white vortex, slowly flying forward.
Wherever it passed, the colorful clouds and mist in front of it quickly separated, forming a straight passage.
Scanning inside with his divine sense, he immediately saw clearly that on the plaque above the main hall were three silver ancient篆 immortal characters, precisely the words 'Mystic God Hall'.
These three words seemed to possess some kind of power, making him unable to take his eyes off them for a moment.
He snorted and circulated the Nine Yuan Refining God Technique to counteract the strange feeling. Grabbing the token, he flashed through the clouds and mist and stood in front of the palace gate.
Seeing that the gate of the Mystic God Hall was open, Zhang Ling's heart sank.
Could it be that he guessed correctly, someone had really been here before. He wondered if the Mystic God Fruit was still there.
Walking into the palace, it was very deserted. Apart from the huge red sandalwood pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, it was full of dust.
Walking inside felt extremely empty. When he reached the center of the palace, he saw a huge stone sculpture.
This stone sculpture was more than twenty feet high, and the whole body was made of greenish-white jade. It was carved with a scene of a celestial mountain. Zhang Ling recognized at a glance that it was carving the Divine Light Mountain where he was located.
There was no spiritual power on it, and it looked like an ordinary decoration.
Zhang Ling still scanned it several times with his divine sense and found a line of ancient characters carved behind the mountain rock.
Cave Heaven Paradise, Divine Immortal Cliff.
Bitter Meditation, Forgetting the World, Defying the Heavens.
Twelve Immortal Towers, Burying Immortal Bones.
Vast Immortal Path, How Carefree.
……
This passage was like the sigh of that nameless cultivator, and also like Zen words.
Zhang Ling recited it once and shook his head. He looked around at other places. There was a doorway on the left and right sides of the main hall, leading to long corridors, not knowing where they led.
After hesitating for a moment, he went to the right. According to the map given by Miss Ruolan, the Mystic God Fruit was in a spiritual pool in the rear hall on the right.
Passing through the doorway on the right, along a wide corridor, all the way to a large garden.
Walking in it, he could see that in the garden, there were strange-shaped rockeries, the ground was lush with vegetation, and he could also see butterflies flying, several majestic auspicious beasts, and several huge cranes walking in it.
It was completely a scene of an immortal family.
Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with gray light, scanning these things. He immediately saw that the illusion was real, but the butterflies, auspicious beasts, and other creatures were still transformed.
Entering this place, he always had a doubt. There were no living beings here, not to mention monsters, not even ordinary birds and wild rabbits.
Generally, in this kind of sealed space, even if there are no monsters, there will be some ordinary creatures.
Ordinary creatures, cultivators generally don't pay much attention to. There were no creatures here, it may have been specially cleaned up.
What was the reason for this, Zhang Ling was always very puzzled.
Walking along the corridor for a while, Zhang Ling's face became gloomy again, because a section of the corridor in front had collapsed and turned into ruins.
After a glance, he knew that this was not a collapse due to the long time, but a trace of deliberate destruction.
The ruins were also overgrown with weeds. These traces were not caused recently. Judging from the situation, it was the same as the few broken puppets found outside. He didn't know how many years ago it happened.
Zhang Ling shook his hand, and a ball of yellow light shot out, turning into a strong wind, and rolled away the ruins of the building in front of him.
"Eh"
Suddenly, he discovered something, and when he reached out, he quickly pulled it back. A few strands of yellow light rolled up a cyan object the size of several feet from the ruins and fell in front of him, making a loud bang.
Looking closely, it was another puppet beast.
This was a cyan wolf puppet, three feet long and two feet high. The puppet's body was much more intact than the few found outside.
Only the puppet's two front paws and half of its head were missing. There was not much damage to the puppet's body, and he could see some bright cyan lines engraved on it, emitting a weak wind attribute spiritual power.
It seemed that this was a wind attribute puppet beast. Zhang Ling turned around the cyan wolf puppet, and suddenly pressed a piece of black iron on the puppet's belly.
With a soft click, the iron piece flashed with golden light and opened, inside was a high-grade wind spirit stone that had consumed a small half of its spiritual power.
Zhang Ling first took out the wind spirit stone, and then reached in and pressed it a few times. With another click, an iron box the size of a watermelon was taken out, with many cyan runes on it.
A spiritual power hit it, and these runes lit up.
This was the spiritual power core of this puppet, and it didn't seem to be damaged, and it could still be used.
Then he came to the puppet's broken head and groped in it for a while, and took out a dark red round bead.
This round bead was only the size of a dragon's eye, but it was engraved with dense black runes, and he could feel a faint layer of soul power on it.
"Could this be the Soul Fusion Stone? It doesn't look like a natural material. Could it be refined by secret methods?" Zhang Ling frowned and muttered.
The Soul Fusion Stone was a material recorded in his Heavenly Extreme Puppet Art for refining the control core of high-level puppets.
He had never found this material, and he had also searched specifically for this material during the time he returned to the Northern Yuan Cultivation World.
He did hear some news that only the Heavenly Extreme Gate could refine the Soul Fusion Stone. It was not for sale to the public.
As for how it was refined, it was difficult for outsiders to understand. Even the disciples in the Heavenly Extreme Gate, only a few true disciples could access it.
This was the core inheritance of the Heavenly Extreme Gate, and not everyone was qualified to master it.
It was said that the Heavenly Extreme Gate could also refine puppets that could exert the strength of a Nascent Soul.
He didn't know if this rumor was true or false, but the Heavenly Extreme Gate did not deny it, nor did it admit it.
However, there were indeed Nascent Soul level puppets in the Heavenly Extreme Gate. It seemed that there was more than one.
The Heavenly Extreme Gate also sold puppets, mostly low-level puppets. Of course, they also occasionally sold high-level puppets, with the strength at most being the few seen in Tianmu City before, reaching the late stage of the Golden Core.
Nascent Soul level puppets would naturally not be sold.
The Heavenly Extreme Gate was proficient in puppet art, which inevitably attracted attention. It had also caused several troubles in the Northern Yuan Cultivation World.
There had also been a disaster of extermination, and even almost cut off the inheritance. There was once a late Nascent Soul cultivator who took out a large amount of spirit stones and specifically asked for a Nascent Soul level puppet.
He was flatly rejected by the Heavenly Extreme Gate and launched an attack on the Heavenly Extreme Gate.
There were also several sects that once besieged the Heavenly Extreme Gate near the sea. Instead, they did not get any benefits.
Such disasters of extermination had happened several times. The Heavenly Extreme Gate relied on the ancient Nascent Soul level puppets guarding the sect to turn danger into safety.
According to the news he heard, Zhang Ling, the Heavenly Extreme Gate had been rooted in the Cultivation World for tens of thousands of years. Although it was not stable, it had always maintained its inheritance.
The founding ancestor of the Heavenly Extreme Gate was said to be a rogue cultivator in the Transformation God stage ten thousand years ago, named Heavenly Extreme Old Man. Very mysterious and extremely proficient in puppet art.
Of course, besides the Heavenly Extreme Gate, there were also some puppet art inheritances in the Northern Yuan Cultivation World, but they were not as good as the Heavenly Extreme Gate, and only a few could refine high-level puppets.
Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with golden light, constantly scanning the dark red round bead he was pinching in his hand. He carefully identified some of the runes on it, and it was indeed the same as the soul on his refining puppet core.
It was just that the control core he refined was made of soul-nourishing wood. From this point of view, this round bead was really the so-called Soul Fusion Stone.
Zhang Ling shook his hand and put away the cyan wolf puppet beast and the round bead in his hand. He continued to move forward.
In the next section of the road, he saw some collapsed areas again, all of which were obvious damage caused by cultivators using means.
Among them, he also found many puppet fragments, all of which were parts of high-level puppets. Along the way, he had seen ten or so high-level puppets.
This was not something that ordinary cultivators could have.
Carrying so many high-level puppets on his body, the cultivation of the cultivator who came here before must be extraordinary.
Walking along the corridor for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he finally reached the end. A semi-circular doorway appeared in front of the corridor.
A layer of white spiritual light was left on the doorway, flashing on and off, with obvious restrictions.
Zhang Ling did not hesitate, the black square token he was pinching in his hand lit up with spiritual light, released a few runes, landed on the white light, and easily broke through this layer of restriction.
Behind it was a small garden, not large in area, only fifty or sixty feet wide. It was also surrounded by a layer of light cyan mist, which looked like an illusion.
But it was not an illusion, but a real scene. Entering it, Zhang Ling immediately sensed a wave of heaven and earth spiritual energy, blowing on his body like a breeze.
He muttered, the heaven and earth spiritual energy in it was more pure than he expected. It was several levels higher than the spiritual energy in the core area of a high-grade spiritual vein.
It was the most abundant place in spiritual energy environment he had ever been to since he started cultivating immortality.
The sound of gurgling water entered his ears, and after looking around, he saw a circular small pool in the center, with spring water gurgling out.
This was a high-grade spiritual spring eye. Scanning with his divine sense, he found that this spiritual spring eye was very deep, and he could not see the bottom at a glance.
With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, Zhang Ling sacrificed the Yellow Silk Umbrella to protect his whole body, and jumped directly into it.
Because, the Mystic God Fruit was inside.
Sinking for a distance, Zhang Ling could not feel a trace of water vapor, he could only see a wisp of cyan light, and countless firefly-like cyan light spots, swimming around like small fish.
These spiritual lights constantly gathered in the sky and formed the spiritual spring eye.
This phenomenon made Zhang Ling feel a little surprised. Most of the spiritual energy in ordinary spiritual spring eyes was colorless or light white.
This kind of special spiritual light was rare. However, he could sense that the spiritual power contained in this cyan light was indeed pure five elements spiritual power.
He just observed it a little more, and continued to dive down.
Sinking for hundreds of feet, the cyan light below became more and more intense. The bottom was not far away.
Zhang Ling landed on a dark cyan giant jade stone, and looked around. The spiritual light at the bottom of the spiritual spring had gathered into a light curtain. Making the whole environment look a bit quiet.
The ground under his feet was a piece of jade, flashing with colorful light spots. The surrounding stone walls were also like this, and a layer of water curtain was flowing on them, but it was not flowing down, but flowing up.
Zhang Ling jumped up and jumped off the giant stone under his feet. He patted the giant stone lightly, and he put away this tree-sized light dark cyan giant stone.
This was not an ordinary spirit stone, but a large piece of middle-grade five elements jade. Taking it outside, he could easily exchange it for seven or eighty thousand spirit stones.
Low-grade five elements jade was not very valuable, and there would be it in ordinary spiritual vein places. But middle-grade and above five elements jade was not cheap.
It could be used to refine many formations and formation disks, as well as rare five elements magic weapons.
The spiritual energy concentration here was so high, it was even possible to find high-grade five elements jade.
With a flash of cyan light in his hand, he took out the jade slip that recorded the map. A wisp of divine sense invaded it, and Zhang Ling carefully checked it again, and then carefully identified a direction and went to the left.
The space under the spiritual spring was not small, and a set of wonderful illusion formations was specially arranged as protection.
This was a powerful illusion formation, and it was very troublesome to fall into it. Zhang Ling took a few steps, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him, walking towards him.
This was a female cultivator wearing a light veil, her face flushed, looking at him with affection. The face of this female cultivator gradually became clear, not someone else, but Ding Ruozhao.
Zhang Ling knew that this was transformed by the illusion formation, and he could not help but stunned. He glanced at this woman, shook his hand lightly, and a wave of yellow light rolled over and scattered the phantom.
The transformed Ding Ruozhao, was swept by the yellow light, looked at him with resentment, and re-scattered into a cloud of light mist and dissipated.
Zhang Ling licked his lips, put away his thoughts, and continued to move forward.
