At this moment, the young cultivator patted a bag around his waist, and a red gourd flew out. The gourd flew above his head, emitting a great blaze of fire, and instantly spat out seven or eight fireballs towards the old man. The old man's face darkened, and the iron leaf shield instantly grew larger, covering most of his body, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out by him. This was a wooden sword, and as soon as it flew out, it split out dozens of sword lights. The sword lights connected into a sheet, slashing a few times, and shattered the fireballs' attack. While the old man was using his flying sword to fight the enemy, the young cultivator stroked the round bead in his hand. Immediately, the bead changed color, and a layer of emerald green flames emerged on it. As soon as the emerald green flames appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot. The young cultivator dragged the bead, and the magic in his hand changed. The emerald green flames stretched out to form a fire snake, and then the fire snake split into emerald green fire snakes and rushed towards the old man. It may seem like a long story, but these attacks were completed in just two breaths. Many emerald green fire snakes crashed into the old man's location all at once, and a strange cracking sound came. The small snakes condensed from the emerald green flames did not burn, but turned into streams of cold air, turning the area within two or three zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) around the old man into frozen soil. The old man's iron leaf shield seemed unable to defend against the cold air, and was instantly frozen in place. A layer of ice crystals instantly covered his body, and he looked astonished, standing stiffly in place without moving.
"Haha, my Emerald Flame Bead is a fine product among top-grade magical instruments. Old bastard, you are honored to die under this treasure." The young man's face was a little pale, but seeing the old man frozen in place, he laughed wildly. With a wave of his hand, he retrieved the gourd magical instrument above his head and touched the bead in his hand. He had spent a lot to obtain this magical instrument, and it had killed several powerful enemies. Walking to the old man's front and waving his hand, a gust of wind was produced, striking the old man's stiff figure. Crack! Crack! Listening to the beautiful sound, thinking of the thing on the old man's body, the young man revealed greed. The old man's body cracked with countless cracks, and with a bang, it turned into countless ice fragments. The young man's eyes moved, looking at these fragments, seemingly searching for something. "Huh, where's the storage bag!" Suddenly, the young man shouted and quickly retreated to the side. Looking at the old man's body again, it had turned into countless starlight and dissipated. Interspersed among them was a yellow talisman, which burned with a poof and turned into ashes. This is... phantom talisman...not good. As the young man retreated, he recognized the talisman, and a layer of light red shield rose on the surface of his body, protecting himself within it. But he only retreated two zhang, a unit of length, and several pitch-black shadows appeared under his feet, rushing out of the ground all at once. They were actually thick thorny vines, and the sharp wooden thorns on them flashed with a cold light, instantly wrapping the young man in mid-air, making it difficult for him to struggle for a while. Then, a yellow light flashed on the ground to his side, and a figure jumped out of the ground, it was the old man from before. With a wave of the long sword, the sword light formed in front of him and quickly struck the young man. The young man's spiritual power shield only had time to block two sword light, and his body was chopped into two pieces by the subsequent sword light, spilling a large amount of fresh blood. " Earth-穿地符 Talisman" The upper half of the young cultivator's body lay on the ground, and he died with lingering resentment after only saying a few words. And that treasure bead magical instrument only had time to emit a red light, and before it could release any power, it dimmed.
For a time, the place was silent, and the cold night wind blew through the trees, causing the leaves to rustle. "Cough, cough" "Fellow Daoist has been watching for so long, shouldn't you come out?" The old man suddenly looked towards the direction where Zhang Ling was. "How did you find me?" Behind a large tree ten zhang, a unit of length away, Zhang Ling walked out with a cold expression, feeling complicated. Fire- spitting fire gourd, enlarged iron shield, strange emerald green flames, and a series of means by the old man. The fight between these two people shocked him a bit. Is this the method of cultivators? Originally thought that the young man had won, but in the next moment, the old man turned defeat into victory. For a time, he was not sure how much strength the old man had left at this time. This old man killed the young man, obviously has rich fighting experience. Zhang Ling was thinking about retreating when this person discovered him. "This old man has been a rogue cultivator for so many years. When walking outside, my divine sense always observes the surroundings. Although the fight just now was intense, Fellow Daoist did not hide his aura, so discovering you is naturally not difficult." The old man looked at Zhang Ling and said with a smile. He had not discovered this suddenly appearing young man at first. But in the fight, he knew the power of heretical cultivator, and that it was not a solution to fight head-on. That's why he thought of the trick of feigning death to sneak attack. And when he used the Earth-穿地符 Talisman to escape into the ground, he maintained a high degree of vigilance at all times, which is how he inadvertently discovered Zhang Ling. The strength of this kid in front of him is not too strong, but now he himself is also injured, and there is little spiritual power left in his body. The old man's mind turned sharply. "This person is a heretical cultivator, Little Friend must have seen it before. Now that he has died at the hands of this old man, he has also brought it upon himself. Meeting Little Friend here is also fate. Some of the things on this person can be divided with you. I wonder what Little Brother thinks." The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed a gray leather bag around the waist of the young heretical cultivator. With a whoosh, he poured all the things inside onto the ground. "Does Little Friend have anything that catches your eye?" "Everyone has the right to kill heretical cultivator. Daozhang(道长: Taoist priest) can kill this fellow, and also eliminate a scourge for the cultivation world. This little one did not take action, so how dare I covet these wealth." Zhang Ling shook his head, cupped his hands at the old man and asked, "But I am lost, I wonder if Daoyou(道友: fellow Taoist) has a map of Falling Star City." "So Little Friend is going there. This old man happens to have a map of Luoxing fairy city, Little Friend wait a moment, this old man will now copy a copy." The things in the heretical cultivator's storage were all poured on the ground by him, and there were hundreds of light spirit stones among them. With so much wealth in front of him, Zhang Ling did not show any greed at all. The old man also breathed a sigh of relief. He was also bluffing, using the momentum of just killing the heretical cultivator to make Zhang Ling afraid. If this kid doesn't know what's good for him, he can only fight desperately. But the young man in front of him did not look at these wealth at all, and looked humble. Could it be a disciple of a cultivation family who does not look down on these things, or is he really lost. The yellow-robed old man took out a white jade slip, attached the jade slip to his forehead, and opened his eyes after a few breaths. "Little Friend, this old man has imprinted the nearby landforms into this jade slip. Falling Star City is in the marked place, hundreds of miles away from here." The old man threw the jade slip towards him. Zhang Ling did not catch it with his hand, but shot out a spiritual power with a wave of his hand, wrapped the jade slip to his front. "Thank you Daozhang(道长: Taoist priest), I'll take my leave first." Zhang Ling put away the jade slip and walked to the other side. "Little Friend, please help yourself."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Zhang Ling's disappearing figure. He looked at the body of the young heretical cultivator, formed a magic art in his hand, and shot out a fireball. As soon as the fireball came into contact with the body, it burned fiercely. The old man did not stay any longer and left in another direction. Only a ball of burning flame was left, and until the firelight went out, the forest under the night returned to its original calmness. It seemed that nothing had happened.