Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

Dong, dong, dong!

Just then, Zhang Ling heard a strange sound.

Then he saw a black shadow two zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) tall, leaping several zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) towards him. This thing was surrounded by a layer of gray-black gas.

By the time he noticed it, the black shadow was already in front of him, only three or four zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away. A dark, large claw reached out to grab him.

With a loud bang, Zhang Ling's figure retreated two or three zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length), and the Flying Spirit Shield in front of him buzzed.

Zhang Ling quickly gathered his spiritual power, stabilized his figure, and with a wave of his hand, the flying sword slashed out several sword beams, heading towards the black shadow.

At the same time, he swayed left and right, retreating more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away, putting distance between himself and the black shadow.

With a few clanging sounds, the black shadow faced his flying sword without dodging or evading, and actually withstood the sword light, fiercely swinging its claws and sending the flying sword flying to the side, continuing to grab straight at him with unabated momentum.

If he had remained standing there, he would definitely have been hit. Zhang Ling snorted coldly, and the flying sword flickered in the air, emitting inch-long sword beams, transforming into a white light and fiercely striking at the black shadow.

The black shadow quickly waved its sharp claws, forming a cross in front of its body, blocking the flying sword's attack. The flying sword stood on top, emitting the sound of metal clashing. j

At this time, Zhang Ling realized that this was a black bear demon beast, but its fur stood on end, appearing purplish-black, and its pair of dark claws were more than a foot long.

However, he did not feel any vitality from this beast, so it was obviously also a corpse monster.

Judging by the dense corpse energy on its body, coupled with the fact that it could withstand the attack of a top-grade magic weapon, its strength was no less than that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

This was a true corpse bear, already considered a copper armor corpse(铜甲尸: copper armor corpse, a type of powerful zombie).

Gaga!

A strange sound came from the corpse bear's throat, and its dark claws waved repeatedly, causing the flying sword to buzz.

With a leap, it instantly approached him, opening its mouth and spitting out a fist-sized, grayish-white flame.

"Corpse fire, huh."

As soon as the flame appeared, Zhang Ling felt the surrounding temperature drop sharply, accompanied by a nauseating stench.

Zhang Ling dared not take it head-on, flashing to a spot several zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away. Seven or eight spirit talismans shot out, transforming into various attacks, hitting the corpse bear.

The corpse monster roared and directly broke through these attacks. As expected, these low-level spirit talismans were basically useless against Foundation Establishment monsters.

Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, and the thin flying sword circled in the air, immediately growing to several feet in length, slashing out five or six sword beams in a few strokes.

Three of the sword beams collided with the grayish-white flame, exploding in the air and dissipating, while the other sword beams directly slashed at the corpse bear's body.

The sword beams were merciless, slashing and hacking at the corpse bear, but what made his expression solemn was that the corpse bear directly blocked the sword beams with its claws, and these attacks only left an inch-deep wound on its dark claws, making it impossible to go any further.

Because it was a zombie body, no blood flowed from the several wounds on the corpse bear's body, and a stench of corpse energy floated out.

This was just a tentative attack, but he used seventy percent of his strength. It was evident how powerful the corpse bear was. The strength of its body was already comparable to a top-grade magic weapon.

Zhang Ling attacked with the flying sword while moving, always keeping a distance of ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away from the corpse bear.

This kind of monster is constantly eroded by Yin energy, and its body is hard. Naturally, he couldn't let this monster get close. Ordinary attacks were difficult to hurt it, and only the head was this monster's weakness.

Then, with a flip of his hand, two red talismans appeared in his hand. These were the Fire Snake Talismans he had auctioned off at the Ghost Market, belonging to the second-tier talismans, enough to injure Foundation Establishment cultivators.

This monster was formed by the spiritual awakening of a demon beast corpse. Although its strength was not weak, its intelligence was not even comparable to that of an ordinary demon beast.

The previous fight had already proved this point. Therefore, Zhang Ling was not worried.

He shook his left hand, and more than ten small vines were released by him. These vines went straight to the corpse bear.

In the air, they turned into thick, cyan-black vines, with sharp wooden thorns flashing with cold light.

With a few swishing sounds, more than a dozen iron thorns wrapped around the corpse bear. Large patches of gray-black corpse energy suddenly appeared on its body, and the iron thorns made a sizzling sound, melting away in the next moment.

However, these vines did provide a little obstruction. Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Ling flicked his hand, and two red talismans were activated by him.

Two water bucket-thick, five- or six-zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length)-long fire snakes appeared in front of him.

"Go"

With a low shout, the two fire snakes, under his divine sense control, attacked the corpse bear from the left and right.

The Fire Snake Technique among the second-tier spirit talismans already belonged to intermediate-level spells. Two huge explosions sounded. The fire in front of him was blazing, covering a range of seven or eight zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length). The corpse bear was covered in it.

Zhang Ling didn't stop. After throwing out the Fire Snake Talisman, he cast several spells on the Cicada Wing Sword. Immediately, this top-grade magic weapon was activated to its full power, and the sword light on it flickered uncertainly.

Then, with a wave towards the direction of the corpse bear, he slashed out dozens of arc-shaped sword beams around the fire.

For a time, there was a sound of metal clashing in the fire. After a fierce attack, Zhang Ling's face darkened.

How is this possible!

Scanning the corpse bear's battle situation with his divine sense, what surprised him was that the corpse bear was actually holding a huge shield made of white bones, blocking his previous attack.

Zhang Ling felt his scalp tingle, and his divine sense stared intently at the corpse bear. Previously, this monster had been chasing after him, but had not shown the slightest bit of intelligence. Now it was actually holding a magic weapon.

This corpse monster, in theory, had not yet reached the level of opening its intelligence. How could it use a magic weapon, and still a top-grade defensive shield.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling realized that something was wrong. At this moment, the corpse bear was standing in place, no longer attacking him. Then he thought of something, and with a sinking face, he asked, "Who are you?"

Giggle... giggle!

After he asked the question, the corpse bear standing not far away suddenly giggled strangely twice. Suddenly, the originally empty eye sockets of the corpse bear shone with a bright green light.

Zhang Ling couldn't help but meet the gaze of this light, and in an instant, he only felt the sky darken and his head sink. All he could see was two clusters of ghostly light.

Knowing something was wrong, his divine soul shook, and the nameless soul refining technique he practiced circulated in his body. A trace of clarity appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, Zhang Ling turned over and retreated several zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) away. The corpse bear did not attack when he was hit just now, and was still standing in place.

For a time, one person and one corpse fell into a strange atmosphere.

"Eh! Recovered so quickly, I was right about you. You are indeed a bit special." Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the corpse bear's mouth.

Zhang Ling's face suddenly changed. This monster could speak. Although he heard the corpse bear speak human words with his own ears, his face was ugly, and he still couldn't believe it. But when he found the voice a bit familiar, his mind turned and he thought of something.

"You, Master..."