A Mortal's Start in the Spirit Beast Mountain

Chapter 163 The Painting of the Fat-faced Bird

"You're courting death!" Wu Chou reacted extremely quickly. The Netherworld Demon Blade at his waist instantly turned back, transforming into a streak of black light to block his side. With a crisp "clang," the claws collided with the demon blade, the sound of metal clashing was ear-piercing. The Wind Fox Beast was shaken and forced to retreat slightly, but was unharmed. Using the recoil, it once again disappeared into the black mist.

Those illusory demonic souls were instantly incinerated by the corpse fire emanating from Wu Chou's body, turning into wisps of black mist that re-entered the black fog of the Thousand Demon Banner.

On the other side, the middle-aged cultivator was also being entangled by the demonic souls in the black mist. He made a hand seal with two fingers, and two ancient swords swirled around him, constantly bursting out with bluish-green sword energy, shattering the approaching demonic souls one by one.

However, the demon souls seemed endless, and with more than a dozen powerful demon souls whose auras had reached the Core Formation stage, as well as a group of corpse puppets constantly harassing him, and the black mist continuously eroding his spiritual power, he would eventually exhaust his spiritual power.

What worried him even more was that the spirit beast, which could only unleash sharp blades, could launch a sneak attack from the black mist at any time. Such passive defense was not a long-term solution.

"We can't stay passive any longer!"

A glint flashed in the middle-aged cultivator's eyes. Without further hesitation, he flipped his right hand, and an ancient, fiery red scroll appeared in his palm.

He obtained this scroll in a chance encounter in his early years. In that ancient cultivator's cave, he obtained the ancient treasure of a flower basket and this fiery red scroll magic weapon.

The scroll was embroidered with intricate runes, and faint waves of heat emanated from it. It was surrounded by a faint fire-type spiritual energy, clearly indicating that it was a high-level fire-attribute magic weapon.

He gave a low shout, made hand seals, and the scroll unfurled automatically. A burst of scorching heat instantly erupted, dispelling the large patch of black mist around him.

The moment the scroll was unfurled, a fiery red light shot out from it, transforming into a ten-foot-tall Zhiyang bird in mid-air.

This fiery red bird has feathers like burning flames. When its wings are spread, it blots out the sky and the sun. Its beak is like a sharp blade, its eyes are like red jade, and it exudes a terrifying heat wave. Its cry is clear and high-pitched, carrying an aura that intimidates all things.

As soon as it appeared, it flapped its wings and took flight, swooping down towards the surrounding black mist. With each flap of its wings, countless fiery red feathers fell like fireballs, crashing into the black mist.

"Crackling and popping—!"

A series of rapid sounds exploded out instantly. The fiery red feathers collided with the black mist of the Thousand Demon Banner. Like a raging fire burning ice, the black mist was instantly scorched and evaporated, making a sizzling sound. The black mist, which was originally as thick as ink, disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The demonic phantom of the Thousand Demon Banner was instantly incinerated upon contact with the heat emanating from the Fat Sun Bird, leaving not a trace. This Fat Sun Bird was a fire-attribute spirit bird, naturally restraining such evil demonic souls and black energy. The black mist of the Thousand Demon Banner was utterly powerless against it.

"good!"

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator's face lit up with ecstasy, and the weight that had been hanging over him finally lifted.

This fiery red scroll contains a wisp of the spirit of the Fat Sun Bird. Although it is only a part of it, it still possesses combat power comparable to a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator and is specifically designed to counter evil spirits. He would never have used it lightly today unless he was forced into a desperate situation.

With this Fat Sun Bird around, the eerie black mist can be completely dispelled, and then the Golden Shadow Spirit Beast will have nowhere to hide.

Seeing the middle-aged cultivator unleash such a supreme treasure, Wu Chou's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy, but he also breathed a sigh of relief—as long as it could dispel the black mist,

Once the spirit beast was dealt with, Luo Ming was trapped.

His palm blazed with corpse fire, slashing towards the black mist beneath the Fat Sun Bird to help it dispel the mist. He coldly shouted, "Quickly dispel the black mist, find that brat surnamed Luo, and today we will grind him to dust!"

The Zhiyang bird seemed to understand his words. It cried out and flapped its wings faster. The heat wave around it became even more terrifying. Large swaths of black mist were burned and dissipated, and the outline of the deserted island gradually became clear.

The Wind Fox Beast maneuvered and shifted within the black mist, gradually running out of hiding places. A hint of wariness flashed in its emerald eyes, yet it still refused to retreat, launching sneak attacks from the remaining black mist every now and then to distract the two.

"Hey!"

Just as the middle-aged cultivator thought victory was assured and was preparing to have the Fat Sun Bird completely dispel the black mist, a high-pitched and loud cry suddenly came from the black mist deep within the island! This cry was exceptionally high-pitched.

It was clearer and more majestic than the cry of the fat sun bird of the middle-aged cultivator, carrying an aura of dominance over the world, making the middle-aged cultivator's eardrums buzz and even causing the fiery red scroll in his hand to tremble slightly.

Could it be that the other party also has a scroll that seals the Fat Sun Bird?

Wu Chou and the middle-aged cultivator's expressions changed simultaneously. They looked up abruptly in the direction from which the cry came.

Within the remaining black mist, a fiery red figure, even larger than the middle-aged cultivator's fat sun bird, slowly emerged. This figure was entirely crimson, with glossy feathers, a beak like red gold, and eyes like cinnabar. The heat emanating from its body distorted and boiled the air itself.

"This...this is also a Fat-Yang Bird? And it's alive!"

The middle-aged cultivator's ecstatic joy froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable horror. He stared intently at the enormous, fiery red figure, his heart filled with turmoil.

"How is this possible? Wasn't the Fat Sun Bird extinct in ancient times? With this size and this aura, it must have reached at least level five. How could this guy surnamed Luo possess such a powerful spirit beast?!"

Wu Chou's expression also became extremely solemn. He could sense that although this suddenly appearing Zhiyang Bird was only at the fifth level, it posed a greater threat to him than a typical late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

What made him even more wary was that the fire-attribute spiritual power on this fat sun bird was pure and domineering, which perfectly countered his main cultivation technique, the Profound Yin Scripture.

Luo Ming's figure slowly appeared on the back of the giant fat sun bird. He stood with his hands behind his back, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips, his gaze icy as he stared at the two panicked figures in the air. His voice carried through the wind:

"Young Master Wu, and this fellow Daoist, now that you're here, why the rush to dispel the black mist? My spirit beasts haven't properly entertained you yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant Zhiyang bird beneath Luo Ming's feet let out a high-pitched and sharp cry. The cry was not the rigid roar of the spirit bird sealed in the scroll, but rather carried the unique agility and domineering nature of a living bird. With a flap of its wings, the two-zhang wings stirred up a rolling hot wind, and even the surrounding air currents were violently stirred up.

With a swift movement, it pounced like a crimson lightning bolt towards the middle-aged cultivator's fat sun bird—compared to the fat sun bird unsealed in the scroll, its movements were even more agile and flexible, and when the tips of its wings swept through the air, they even left faint fiery red afterimages, showing its agility and bravery.

Just as the other party released the spirit of the Fat Sun Bird from the scroll, his spirit beast immediately became excited, as if it had encountered an extremely delicious food and wanted to devour the other party without waiting.

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