Zhang Ling looked solemnly at the old man who had suddenly appeared. This was his cave dwelling, and there was a protective formation outside, yet someone had intruded without him noticing. How did this person get in? He hadn't detected anything at all. Zhang Ling's back was already soaked in cold sweat. "Not bad reaction, kid." The old man glanced at him, and with a wave of his hand, the jade bottle that was originally on the table was now in his possession. "I didn't expect that good-for-nothing to die at the hands of a mere Qi Refining Stage tenth layer kid like you. What a waste of my time carefully nurturing him for a while." "This item returns to its original owner. You have no objections, right?" The old man stroked the jade bottle, saying with a smile that was not quite a smile. The corner of Zhang Ling's mouth twitched, and he stiffly cupped his fist towards the old man. "Junior greets Senior. If this item belongs to Senior, Junior will naturally offer it with both hands." "Good." The old man put away the jade bottle and sat down on a chair next to the table. He sized up Zhang Ling with great interest. Zhang Ling's eyelids were twitching wildly at this moment, his mind in a state of panic, not knowing what this person was up to.
The old man could silently pass through the cave dwelling's restrictions and enter this place, his cultivation must be at least Foundation Establishment stage. Such a powerful person suddenly appearing, he felt a crisis of life and death. For a time, the stone house fell into a strange atmosphere. "Kid, is that look on your face telling me you want to fight me?" The old man suddenly said with a laugh. Zhang Ling didn't know how to answer when he heard the old man's words. Just as he was considering how to deal with this person, in an instant, the silver-haired old man sitting on the chair moved. Before he could see the old man's movements clearly, his eyes blurred, a flash of red light, hitting the black wall formed by the Cold Star Sand outside his body. A large hole was blasted open in the sand wall, and a huge force was transmitted from the Earth Element Shield, shaking him back a few steps, crashing into the wall behind him. Zhang Ling's face turned green, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The spiritual light on the Earth Element Shield dissipated for the most part, and several cracks appeared on the condensed earth and stone shield, with large pieces of earth and stone falling to the ground. "Hehe, this magical artifact is quite interesting." The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes, raised a withered palm, and pointed it in Zhang Ling's direction. The Earth Element Shield let out a buzzing sound, and with a whoosh, it flew away from Zhang Ling and landed in the old man's hand. The old man flicked his finger, and a stream of spiritual power struck the Earth Element Shield. Zhang Ling's face turned pale, and he lost control of the Earth Element Shield. This person could forcibly snatch his magical artifact and instantly erase the spiritual imprint he left on the artifact. His divine sense was at least three or four times stronger than his own. "Senior, Junior has not offended Senior. I am willing to hand over all the storage bags on my body to Senior. Please, Senior, spare my life." Seeing this, Zhang Ling judged that he was no match for this person. This old man must not be an ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, so he could only beg for mercy. "What good things can a small Qi Refining stage cultivator have? Besides, if I kill you, your belongings will naturally belong to me." The silver-haired old man sneered twice, and spiritual light appeared in his hand. Seeing that the old man was about to attack, Zhang Ling's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, he could only strike first. He activated a magic incantation, and the sand wall in front of him turned back into a large amount of sand, sweeping towards the old man. At the same time, he patted his storage bag, and six or seven talismans turned into various colors of attacks, slamming towards the old man all at once. As soon as the Cold Star Sand rolled around the old man, blue and black lights flickered, and they exploded one after another. A large amount of blue light submerged the old man in it, and Zhang Ling even threw various talisman attacks into it. "How dare you, kid."
A cold snort resounded in the small stone house. A strong wind rose from the middle of the blue light, instantly suppressing Zhang Ling's attack. The silver-haired old man looked at the empty stone house, his figure flickered with white light, and he disappeared without a trace. Zhang Ling was covered in a layer of yellow light, traveling underground. At this time, he used an Earth Penetration Talisman to escape from the stone house underground. As long as he could escape outside and make some noise, the Falling Star City's law enforcement team would arrive. This was his only way out now. There was absolutely no chance of winning in a head-on fight with the silver-haired old man. At this moment, he also understood why this person was looking for him. That jade bottle belonged to this person. There might be some kind of mark left on it, which he used to find him. Being able to pass through his cave dwelling's restrictions silently, his strength was definitely not that of an ordinary cultivator. Suddenly, Zhang Ling's divine sense condensed, and he felt a powerful divine sense enveloping the surroundings. He was greatly alarmed, the old man had found him so quickly. He saw a flash of cold light behind him, something was shooting over. Although he was underground, the cold light seemed to have no obstacles, and in the blink of an eye, it was only two zhang away from him. ... Outside the cave dwelling, in an open space, a yellow light suddenly flashed, and a figure jumped out of the ground. As soon as the figure reached mid-air, a cold light rushed out from under his feet, hitting the figure's back of the heart. Zhang Ling immediately fell to the ground, motionless. At the same time, the silver-haired old man also appeared next to him. With a wave of his hand, the old man summoned a small dagger like a three-edged stiletto from Zhang Ling's back. But just as he recalled his magical artifact, Zhang Ling's body on the ground twisted, and several thick thorny vines suddenly grew out, instantly surrounding the old man. Seeing this scene, the old man snorted, his figure did not move half a step. Zhang Ling on the ground also ejected at the same time, the green vines on his arm swayed like green snakes, heavily striking towards the old man's head. Along with a shake of his right sleeve, a red light flashed past. There was only a soft bang, and the old man burst out with a powerful aura. A gray-black aura emanated out, and the iron thorns surrounding his body shattered inch by inch. Zhang Ling only felt the old man's aura suddenly turn cold, and the vines on his left arm became stiff a few inches away from the old man's head, as if they were frozen in place. Again, there was a crisp clang, a red light flashed behind the old man's head, but it was knocked away by a three-edged stiletto. "Courting death." The old man glanced at Zhang Ling with icy eyes, the little kid's movements had no concealment in his powerful divine sense. The three-edged stiletto flashed, striking directly towards Zhang Ling's head. Zhang Ling propped up his spiritual power and barely blocked it, and he flew out. His face was green and red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. "Your kid's body is a bit strange, eh, what a coincidence, Heaven is helping me, haha." The old man carefully scanned Zhang Ling's divine sense with his divine sense, and suddenly became happy. Zhang Ling fell uncomfortably to the ground, his blood vessels bulging all over his body, and he rolled around in pain, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, and his heart was beating wildly. The silver-haired old man stared at his left arm with great joy, a small section of green vine on it was undergoing strange changes. A bloody color appeared on it, dyeing the entire left arm blood red. Bloody lines appeared on half a section of the vine, and the vine slowly became thicker and larger. Only after it grew to more than two zhang long did the blood lines on it gradually disappear. Looking at Zhang Ling again, his face was pale, and his body had thinned several circles in a short period of time. He collapsed powerlessly on the ground, his body twitching from time to time.
"Parasitic Demon Vine, I didn't expect you to have such a fortuitous encounter, what a creation." The silver-haired old man looked at Zhang Ling, his eyes burning as if he were looking at a rare treasure. Then he grabbed Zhang Ling with one hand and walked towards Zhang Ling's cave dwelling.