A large cluster of exploding Cold Star Sand, surrounding the female cultivator, transformed into a ghostly blue flame, instantly engulfing her. However, after the explosion, a large portion of the white clouds surrounding the female cultivator dissipated, but she remained unharmed. The defensive capabilities of her silk scarf were astonishing, conjuring white clouds around herself, providing airtight protection. Although the spiritual light was now significantly dimmed, the exploding Cold Star Sand failed to breach her defenses. Looking at her, the pink mist gathering around the female cultivator was becoming increasingly dense, expanding to a range of five or six zhang, with whistling winds audible within, and pink skeletons flying up and down. These skulls appeared both real and illusory, constantly changing. One moment they would transform into young maidens making provocative gestures, and the next they would morph into eerie pink skulls. This won't do, Zhang Ling sighed inwardly, patting his storage bag. A purplish-black bead was grasped in his hand. He manipulated a hand seal, and with a turn of the Wind and Sand Gourd, he sprayed out a small patch of Cold Star Sand, once again sweeping towards the female cultivator. Seeing his actions, the female cultivator sneered with disdain, the same trick wouldn't work on her. Although the damage from the explosion of these black sand grains was considerable, her silk scarf was not an ordinary magical artifact. She had spent a large amount of spirit stones to specially customize this defensive artifact. The crafting materials were rare, and it could have originally been refined into a top-grade magical artifact. However, due to the refiner's poor skill, it only became a high-grade artifact after completion, but it was not far from a top-grade artifact. Her face was pale, but she still spat out another mouthful of essence blood, immediately causing the silk scarf surrounding her to release a great surge of spiritual power, transforming into a white cloud to protect her whole body.
The female cultivator stared at Zhang Ling with icy eyes, a silent sneer curling at the corner of her mouth. In another two breaths, the secret technique would be complete, and she would have enough confidence to kill this person who suddenly appeared. With a few muffled 'bang bang bang' sounds, the black sand grains emitted a bright blue light, once again turning into flames. From Zhang Ling's perspective, a faint blue-white light suddenly flashed within the blue flames, followed by a crisp 'crack'. The light spot suddenly brightened, releasing countless tiny white arcs of electricity, instantly covering the female cultivator. Countless blue-white arcs of electricity danced wildly, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap. Then, another loud boom followed, and Zhang Ling immediately felt a powerful gust of wind assaulting his face. He quickly activated his turtle shell shield to block in front of him, but his body was still pushed back several zhang by the powerful force. After the loud noise, the air carried a burnt smell. Where the female cultivator had been standing was now empty, leaving only a giant pit, charred black, with countless ground cracks spreading in all directions, affecting an area of more than ten zhang in radius, even melting some of the soil and rocks on the ground. So, this is the power of the Thunderfire Bead. Zhang Ling's face did not show joy, but instead revealed a wry smile. Just now, this female cultivator was using some unknown method, without even moving her body, certainly searching for a killing move. That's why he used the trump card Thunderfire Bead. Tear! Suddenly, a strange sound came from not far away, and Zhang Ling's heart tightened, quickly looking towards the source of the sound. Mu Xiaoyan had escaped! At this moment, the girl was actually dragging a strange blue-black light blade in her hand, with sharp rays of light flickering on it. Zhang Ling instantly felt a powerful spiritual power fluctuation from the light blade, giving him a sense of danger. Looking again, the earth prison stone pillars that had trapped Mu Xiaoyan had been cut off, the cut was smooth, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon in one strike. "Brother Zhang." While he was observing the light blade, Mu Xiaoyan also showed a surprised expression, looking at him with her big eyes. "What is this magical artifact?" Zhang Ling couldn't help but blurt out the question in his heart. "Ah?" Mu Xiaoyan was stunned, looked at the light blade, cast a spell on it, and saw the light blade turn into specks of spiritual light and dissipate, but a spirit talisman fell into her hand. "Hehe, Brother Zhang, this is a Talisman Treasure, a life-saving means given by Grandpa." Talisman Treasure!
Zhang Ling's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly recovered, just nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. He and Yan'er quickly cleaned up the battlefield. Standing in the original position of the female cultivator, Zhang Ling marveled at the power of the Thunderfire Bead. The female cultivator's body had long since turned into nothing, and unfortunately, the storage bag was also broken. Only two pieces of broken magical artifact fragments were left on the ground. Although the storage bag can store things, it is not a real space treasure, but a magical artifact refined by cultivators with special materials and formations. Due to the special materials, after the storage bag is destroyed, the things inside will be torn apart by the power of the formation on the storage bag at the moment the storage bag is destroyed. Except for some extremely hard materials, spirit stones, elixirs, and other general things cannot be preserved. Zhang Ling picked up a broken short sword and shook it gently, and the short sword shattered into fragments. "Eh?" Suddenly, Zhang Ling found a black paper in the ground crack. He picked up the black paper and looked at it, it was bare with no writing on it. However, it could be preserved intact under the powerful destructive power of the Thunderfire Bead, it was definitely not an ordinary thing. Zhang Ling collected the black paper and searched the ground like a carpet, and found another complete thing. It was a bronze ghost mask, cold to the touch and very strange. "Is it a magical artifact?" He was suspicious in his heart, hesitated for a moment and injected a spiritual power into it, but the mask did not change at all. He could only study it later. "Brother Zhang, this is the fat cultivator's storage bag." Mu Xiaoyan also came to his side, holding two storage bags and walked over to hand them to him. "Thank you Brother Zhang this time, otherwise Xiaoyan would have been difficult to escape death." "It's nothing, I will naturally take action when I meet you here." The two quickly left the spot. Now their spiritual power has been consumed a lot, the movement of the fight just now was not small, if it attracts other cultivators and monsters, it will not be good. …… At the same time, different things are also being staged in various places in the Burning Flame Valley. As more and more monks approach the central area, the conflicts between sect monks, casual monks, and monsters are becoming more and more intense. In a gray and white valley, a female cultivator from the Bliss Valley, sweating profusely, commanded a long sword magic weapon, struggling to resist the attacks of two thick fire snakes. The woman's clothes were ragged, and her black hair was scattered, her image was embarrassed, and she didn't know how long she could last. Her opponent was a short-haired young monk, who was wearing the clothes of an Inflammation Fire Sect disciple. A jade card in his hand was emitting a fiery red color, constantly releasing flames to form thick fire snakes. "This senior brother, can't you let the little sister go?" The female cultivator pleaded, her voice was soft and boneless, hearing it in her ears, it made people feel a little unbearable, and at the same time, the woman intentionally or unintentionally tore her clothes, revealing a large area of snow white. "What are you doing?" The Inflamed Fire Sect youth's face sank, but his eyes still glanced at the woman inadvertently.