Zhang Ling observed the items these cultivators took out and gained some knowledge. Seven or eight black jars were placed on a stone table a few feet away from him, and he didn't know what they were. He could feel a strong bloody aura on them. Some cultivators also took out magical instruments, but most of them were dilapidated and stained with blood, apparently spoils. One person took out a golden iron cage containing a skinny macaque with white fur all over. Although the monkey was small, it had a fierce look on its face and was screaming strangely, and it was unknown what magical power it possessed. Seeing this monster, the palace-dressed beautiful woman hosting the auction went directly to talk with the owner of this beast. The things these cultivators took out were varied. Some Zhang Ling recognized, and some he didn't, and most of them were not obtained through legitimate means. Suddenly, a divine sense touched Zhang Ling, and a pale, harsh voice reached his ears. "This old man has a monster soul with good strength in his hand. Is this fellow Taoist interested?" ...... More than an hour later, Zhang Ling, led by a middle-aged man, left the ghost market. Looking at the surrounding environment, the place he came out was not the place he entered. The night sky was dim, and a dark cloud covered the moonlight.
Zhang Ling identified a direction, used the Wind Control Technique, and disappeared into the forest. A cyan-gray circular jade pendant around his waist flashed, and his figure became transparent. This jade pendant was a special magical instrument obtained from a cultivator in Burning Flame Valley, and it could be used to hide his figure. At his current speed, he could return to Haoyuan Sect in two hours. Before long, Zhang Ling had left the ghost market for more than thirty miles. He was on his way in a dense forest when suddenly a fire lit up behind a large tree in front of him. A flame flying knife and several fireballs attacked fiercely. Zhang Ling quickly stopped, and a jade token flew out with a flick of his right hand. A layer of yellow light shield appeared on his body. Puff puff! Two muffled sounds. The speed of the fireballs on the opposite side suddenly increased by a third, hitting the defensive light shield, instantly causing the light shield to shake a few times. The flame flying knife was even more nailed to his body at once, making a harsh rubbing sound. Zhang Ling staggered back, and he quickly stepped on the ground to stop his figure. A black dagger appeared in his hand, cutting flying the flame flying knife. At the same time, there was a rustling sound behind him, and a green long rope rolled silently. It circled into several circles and looped towards his body. Zhang Ling was expressionless, as if he had expected the attack from behind, and suddenly rose into the air, just dodging this attack. At the same time, he quickly turned around, and a red light flashed from his sleeve. A muffled groan was heard, and next to a big tree a few feet behind him, a bald man was holding a green whip magical instrument in both hands, presenting a waving action. This man had a look of astonishment on his face, the gleam in his eyes dimmed, his body stiffened and fell straight to the ground. Zhang Ling did not look at the cultivator who was killed, but turned his eyes to the place where the fireball was launched. "Do it, damn it, one of us was killed by the prey." A dark-faced, short-haired middle-aged man appeared there. This man was wearing a cyan robe with a gloomy face. Controlling the small knife magical instrument that had just been knocked away, he split out five or six flame blade light. Beside him was a woman in purple, about twenty years old, with her hair in a bun, inserted with a shiny hairpin, and she was very beautiful. The woman glanced at the bald man who was killed instantly, cursed inwardly a waste, and then flew out two exquisite rings from her hands, the silver light shimmering closely following. Zhang Ling's divine sense was fully opened, noting that the middle-aged man had the cultivation of the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and the woman's strength was also at the tenth level of Qi Refining.
With a urging of the magic formula, the black dagger made a whooshing sound and turned into black light to meet the fire knife magical instrument on the opposite side. It made a series of clanging sparks in the air. Then a buzzing sound sounded, and two silver rings that had become two or three feet wide arrived in front of him, smashing towards him fiercely with a roar. Zhang Ling's expression condensing, and he raised his hand and released a copper mirror the size of a palm again. Golden light was condensed, and a golden beam of light shot out instantly. The golden light was like a substantial beam of light, and it knocked away a silver ring at once. The female cultivator on the opposite side did not expect this, and groaned and quickly pinched a magic seal, and stabilized the silver ring. And her other silver ring, the trend did not reduce and smashed on the yellow light shield on Zhang Ling's body. This person was distracted to control a silver ring, and the attack power of this silver ring magical instrument was not strong. It was directly flicked open by the yellow light shield. In a short time, Zhang Ling shook the copper mirror in his hand again, and with the full injection of spiritual power, the golden light condensed and another golden light pillar shot out towards the middle-aged male cultivator on the opposite side. At this time, this person not only urged the flame dagger, but also took out a triangular flag. urging this treasure, it became a half-person flag, with fire shining on it, constantly gathering fire spiritual power. When the golden light was still a unit of length away from this person, the flame flag shook, and a condensed thick fire wall was lowered to block this attack. Then this person shouted loudly, grabbing the flag and shaking it quickly a few times. After a breath of time, the flag fire light condensed and shot out seven or eight head-sized fireballs. These fireballs made a roaring explosion sound, which was much more powerful than ordinary fireball spell. Seven or eight flew out at once, and Zhang Ling could not help but jump in his eyes. He moved his mind and suddenly put away the copper mirror magical instrument, and then pointed at the black dagger fighting with the small knife, and this magical instrument also flew back. The dagger drew half a circle in the air, and turned to attack the female cultivator. At the same time, seven or eight various colored talisman appeared on the right hand. Under the flash of spiritual power, these talisman were activated, and a burst of fireballs, ice cones, and wood thorns and other attacks and the middle-aged man's big fireball attacked together, hitting towards the middle-aged man. Seven or eight talisman are all low-level talisman, turning into fireballs, ice cones, wood thorns and other attacks and the middle-aged man's big fireball attacked together. Zhang Ling can activate all the spiritual talisman number at once. For a time, numerous attacks and fireballs exploded, exploding out bursts of strong wind, and the terrifying air wave swept around. Even the surface of the ground under his feet was instantly shaved off a layer. Among them, a flash of fire, the man's small knife magical instrument flashed out and shot straight at Zhang Ling's face. A white light also appeared in Zhang Ling's hand, and a three-foot-long translucent flying sword turning into a white rainbow, and crashed into the small knife magical instrument unceremoniously. And his flying sword only vibrated twice, the trend did not reduce and flew towards the man, the speed is extremely fast. "Not good, top-grade magical instrument." The man's face changed greatly and shouted, the flag in his hand danced wildly, condensing out three or four big fireballs. But seeing that his small knife was bumped flying at once, his face revealed a look of fear. The flag quickly shot out the fireballs, the man was not at ease, and controlled the magical instrument to form a few fire walls in front of him, protecting himself in it.