A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a yellow talisman dropped to the ground. Zhang Ling glanced at the talisman, a bitter smile on his face. This talisman treasure had been on his person before, and after Wei Shen caught him, it was wrapped in the vines along with him. At that time, after the vines mutated, he was almost squeezed to death. If he hadn't seen this treasure and used his last bit of spiritual power to activate it, sending it into the ground, he wouldn't have escaped the crisis. Otherwise, he would have been directly crushed into mincemeat by the vines. Now, his spiritual power is not helping at all. Not long ago, he used the mysterious bead to cause the vines to mutate. He didn't expect to really break free. After escaping, Zhang Ling first found his storage bag, then waited for an opportunity. While Wei Shen was focused on studying the mutated vines, he launched a sneak attack. First, he used a tiny bit of spiritual power to make the mutated vines move a few times. Taking advantage of Wei Shen's attention being drawn, he fully drove the Red Thread Flying Needle magic weapon, instantly killing the man. His divine sense scanned Wei Shen's body several times, confirming that there was no trace of life left, before Zhang Ling relaxed. Then, he took out a jade bottle, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them. He sat cross-legged on the ground to check his injuries. He sat for a full three days. When Zhang Ling opened his eyes again, his face was gloomy. Although the spiritual power in his dantian had recovered, his meridians were constantly throbbing with pain, so he could only exert two or three tenths of his strength. It was a terrible situation. Any Foundation Establishment cultivator could easily kill him now.
At the same time, he also found some tiny blood-colored runes on his left arm. These were the spiritual patterns that Wei Shen had struck him with earlier. Although he didn't feel anything unusual, it was always a hidden danger. The vines that had parasitized his arm were now just some tiny gray-white roots, shrunk into his heart, without any movement. He came to Wei Shen's corpse and took off the storage bag on the man's hand. At the same time, Zhang Ling picked up the blue-red round bead that had fallen to the side. Is this what Wei Shen painstakingly refined? Zhang Ling raised his hand and brought the object into the air. He didn't rush to touch it. This thing was so valued by Wei Shen, and he died because of it. He didn't dare to be careless, maybe there were some restrictions or curses on it. A ray of spiritual light struck it, and the round bead emitted a strong spiritual power fluctuation. Some of the threads wrapped around it emitted a blue-red light. As soon as he saw these threads, Zhang Ling felt familiar. He involuntarily stretched out his left hand, wanting to grab the round bead. As his left hand approached the round bead, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly retracted it. Just now, his heart had jumped wildly a few times. The vines that were originally shrunk inside had actually moved again. Zhang Ling's expression became a little dignified, and he withdrew his spiritual power. The round bead became silent again. He patted his storage bag, took out a jade box, carefully put the round bead into it, and put several restriction talismans on it before putting the object into his storage bag. He turned his cold eyes to Wei Shen's corpse. The man's old face still held a dull expression, and in his eyes, one could still see a trace of unwillingness. With a wave of his hand, a fist-sized fireball struck the corpse. After a few breaths, only a pile of ashes remained. Thus, this powerful cultivator whose strength had reached the Pseudo-Core realm completely disappeared from this world. Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He had prepared Soul-Breaking Beads and Sword Talismans, but he still couldn't kill the man. This old ghost was powerful, and three or four of him wouldn't be a match. In the end, it was because the man had used evil techniques before and consumed a lot of his strength, and he was caught off guard by his sneak attack, which could be said to be extremely lucky. Looking at the gray storage bag in his hand, he shook the opening downwards, and a pile of things appeared on the ground. Wei Shen's storage bag was an intermediate storage bag, with a large space, a full three zhang in size, equivalent to the size of a small room. There were only a hundred or so low-grade spirit stones, but thirteen middle-grade spirit stones. There were also several magic weapons. A cracked blue round bead, this was the high-grade magic weapon that the man had driven before, able to release wind blades, but it was severely damaged and could no longer be used. Half of a red, shimmering red silk inner armor, which appeared to be the back part. Although the edges were a bit broken, it could still provide some defense. The white bone beast claw was intact. Zhang Ling was very familiar with this magic weapon, and now it was back in his hands.
Finally, there was a yellow leaf magic weapon, also a high-grade magic weapon. Several rays of spiritual power struck it, and he immediately felt the wind attribute spiritual power contained within it. Could it be a flying magic weapon! He urged the magic formula in his hand, and the yellow leaf instantly grew into a huge leaf, three meters long and one and a half meters wide. Zhang Ling flashed and jumped onto it, controlling the leaf to fly around for a while. It was indeed a flying magic weapon, more than twice as fast as the White Jade Boat in his hand. If he drove it with all his strength, its speed could be even faster. This magic weapon alone is worth at least four or five thousand spirit stones. Adding the other high-grade magic weapons and the shattered white bone shield, the value of the magic weapons is close to twenty thousand spirit stones. This is just the value of the things that can be seen at a glance. Then, he found several jade bottles, with three or four kinds of pills, all of which could be used by Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although there was not much of each, they were all very valuable. After all, Foundation Establishment pills are extremely precious. Finally, there were a few jade slips and books. Zhang Ling checked them, and one of the red jade slips recorded some cultivation insights. It recorded some cultivation guesses and questions about secret techniques. Divine sense invaded the jade slip, and Zhang Ling stood still on the spot, his expression becoming strange. Sometimes his face was full of surprise, sometimes it became extremely cautious, and finally, he even showed a look of fear. For a full quarter of an hour, he withdrew his divine sense. The information in this jade slip was beyond his expectations. It recorded the cultivation process of some secret techniques, such as speculation on baleful aura, as well as the 'Blood Refinement Evil Technique'. The 'Human Yuan Baleful Pill' that the man had said could advance to the Golden Core stage was also in it. And these secret techniques all came from a Profound Soul Refining Demon Grand Technique. The Golden Core stage is a true high-level cultivator, and no one doesn't yearn for it. Zhang Ling flipped through the books and jade slips, but still couldn't find this technique. Then he checked the other things. Soon after, he found a piece of silk with scorch marks in a wooden box. Divine sense swept over it, and Zhang Ling's face lit up with joy. There were many densely packed small characters written in ancient immortal script. After identifying it, the first few large characters he saw were 'Profound Soul Refining Demon Art'. In the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Zhang Ling roughly read it once.