txolops Chapter 429 Fierce Spirit Beast
Chapter 429 Fierce Spirit Beast
Chapter 429 Fierce Spirit Beast
The Rending Wind Beast is naturally adept at controlling the wind, and its speed is among the best of all demonic beasts of the same level. At this moment, it is flapping its fleshy wings, whipping up streaks of azure wind blades, and relentlessly chasing after the three human cultivators who are fleeing ahead, forming a pincer attack with the two level seven dragons.
"This person... looks somewhat familiar."
Luo Ming's gaze fell on the middle-aged man in white robes on the flying boat, who had the highest cultivation level and was in the late stage of Core Formation. After a moment's thought, he quickly remembered.
"When I first arrived at Qiyuan Island Market, I seemed to have seen this person at a trade fair. How did he end up here, being chased by so many demonic beasts? Judging from the situation, it's as if they've disturbed the heart of some demonic beast clan—"
Luo Ming was slightly surprised. There were many demonic beasts in the waters near Qiyuan Island, and conflicts between human cultivators and demonic beasts were common. However, it was rare to see a scene like this, where two level-seven dragons led several level-six wind-riding beasts to relentlessly pursue him, as if they would not stop until they were killed.
Unless they did something that seriously angered high-level demonic beasts, especially the dragon clan.
At this moment, the three people on the flying boat were all pale-faced and sweating profusely. They were desperately pouring their magic power into the flying boat beneath their feet, trying to increase the distance between themselves and the monsters behind them.
"Damn it! What's wrong with the monsters in this abyss? They're attacking human cultivators like crazy!"
On the airship, a young man dressed in black robes with a somewhat arrogant expression gritted his teeth and cursed. He maintained the airship's defensive light shield to block the water arrows and wind blades that attacked from behind, all the while feeling indignant.
"More than twenty years ago, because of some fool who was said to have killed a level seven Junni beast, the Suanni King was enraged and issued the Ten Thousand Demon Order," directly flattening Qiyuan Island. How many fellow cultivators perished in the beast's jaws! How many years of peace have we had since then?
Here we go again?!
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in white beside him frowned even more deeply, a hint of recollection and contemplation flashing in his eyes. He hesitated and said, "This time—it seems different from the last time. A few days ago, I heard a friend who has some connections in Haiyuan City mention that this disturbance of the demonic beasts, especially the fury of the Jiaolong clan, seems to be related to a human cultivator named Li Feiyu."
My friend was vague about exactly what this person had done, only knowing that he seemed to have offended the dragon clan, enraging their higher-ups who issued a kill order. This caused all the high-level demonic beasts in the nearby seas to become exceptionally sensitive and violent, killing any human they encountered.
"Li Feiyu? Never heard of him!" Another middle-aged cultivator in blue robes, with a kind face, shook his head, his expression bitter. "Who cares who caused this trouble? Now that this undeserved calamity has befallen us, we should think about how to save our lives first! The 'Sea of Misty Fog' isn't far ahead. If we can escape into that sea and use the fog for cover, we might have a chance to survive!"
"Yes! Into the Sea of Mist!" The black-robed youth perked up, and the three of them simultaneously activated their magic power again. The flying boat flashed with silver light, its speed increasing by half a step, as they desperately rushed towards the horizon shrouded in a light gray mist.
However, at this moment—
"Not good!" The middle-aged man in white suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed in alarm, his gaze fixed on the sea a thousand feet ahead, where visibility was extremely low due to the raging winds. "Ahead—a demonic beast is blocking our way! Such strong demonic energy! Turn around quickly!"
Only now, as the raging winds interfered with their divine senses, did they fly closer and discover to their horror that a massive black shadow, the size of a small island, was blocking their planned escape route!
That was none other than a "giant tortoise" that was over three hundred feet long, with a shell as thick as a mountain, exuding a terrifying aura as heavy as the earth and as vast as the ocean! On its back, a layer of blue-yellow light flowed, remaining as steady as a rock in the raging wind.
It was Luo Ming and Xuan Gui, whom they had just caught up with.
Luo Ming ignored the panic of the three human cultivators, his gaze fixed with interest on the rapidly approaching human cultivators.
"Three level-six wind-riding beasts and two level-seven dragons—their bloodlines seem to be quite good, and their demonic power is pure."
Luo Ming's lips curled slightly, a cold glint of assessment flashing in his eyes. "Perfect timing. The Fat Sun Bird hasn't truly fought any other demonic beasts of the same level since advancing to level seven. The Black Tortoise, having refined the Black Tortoise's true blood and gained new supernatural abilities, also needs real combat experience. These guys are quite good whetstones."
In the blink of an eye, the crimson-gold light of the "Five Spirits Bracelet" on Luo Ming's right wrist flickered slightly.
"Eh-!!!"
A high-pitched, clear bird cry ripped through the gale and suddenly rang out!
A dazzling beam of light, interwoven with crimson and gold, like a burning meteor, shot out from Luo Ming's wrist, instantly piercing through the Xuan Turtle's protective shield. At a speed far exceeding the limits of the naked eye, it charged fiercely towards the three level-six Rift Wind Beasts that were pouncing in the air!
Now, the Zhiyang Bird has refined the demon core of the Lieyang Bird and the demon core of the transformed Fire Owl, and especially after absorbing the true essence of the other party's demonic fire, its strength is no longer what it used to be.
The crimson-gold flames burning around it were not only terrifyingly hot, but also contained a trace of the Golden Crow True Fire and the Southern Bright Fire. They had a strong restraining and burning power against ordinary demonic beasts, and even Nascent Soul stage cultivators dared not touch them casually.
Its aura was far stronger than that of ordinary level seven demonic beasts. Dealing with three level six Riftwind Beasts, which were known for their speed, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!
At the same time, the Xuan Turtle let out a deep and powerful roar! Its massive body suddenly lit up with earthy yellow spiritual light and fine gray lightning, and its four limbs slashed violently in the seawater!
"boom!"
The seawater exploded, and the Xuan Turtle's seemingly clumsy body, with an agility and speed disproportionate to its size, swept with an overwhelming momentum. Its body was filled with terrifying "geomagnetic elemental lightning," which gathered wildly on its back and instantly transformed into a giant net, which slammed into the two level-seven dragons that pounced out from under the sea!
In Luo Ming's view, although these two dragons had reached level seven, their bloodline power was far inferior to that of the Azure Dragon. Given the current defensive capabilities of the Black Tortoise...
With his strength and even greater talent in the Thunder Dao than before, even if he can't win quickly against two opponents, it's not difficult for him to engage in a protracted battle, wear them down, or even find an opportunity to severely injure them.
In the distance, the silver flying boat that had just turned around, attempting to bypass the Xuan Turtle and escape into the sea of mist, suddenly stopped. The three people on board stared dumbfounded at the unexpected "infighting among the demon beasts" that had suddenly erupted behind them, their faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment.
"What... what's going on? The demon beasts are fighting?" The blue-robed cultivator stammered, incredulous.
"Look at the targets that giant crimson-gold bird and that black tortoise are attacking—they're both the demonic beasts that've been chasing us!" The black-robed youth, with sharp eyes, immediately noticed the key point, his face filled with doubt and surprise. "Could it be—they're helping us?"
The middle-aged man in white took a deep breath, his sharp gaze sweeping across the battlefield before finally settling on a distant figure in black robes, standing calmly with hands behind his back amidst the raging winds, his robes fluttering, his expression as serene as if he were merely observing a landscape: "It's that person—it's that senior controlling these spirit beasts! He—he's a human cultivator!"
The fact that he could so easily command two level-seven spirit beasts whose strength was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator speaks volumes about his identity; he must be a Nascent Soul stage ancestor of the human race!
The three exchanged a glance, and in each other's eyes they saw shock, as well as a hint of elation at surviving a disaster.
Without further hesitation, they immediately changed the direction of the flying boat and cautiously approached the location of Xuan Turtle and Luo Ming, but dared not get too close, for fear of interfering with the senior's battle of controlling the spirit beast, or displeasing him.
Once the flying boat had come to a stop a hundred feet away, the three of them bowed respectfully in Luo Ming's direction. Their voices, amplified by their magical power, carried clearly: "Junior Xiang Jun (Mu Ying and Guo Huaigong) are grateful for your life-saving grace, senior! The three of us pay our respects to senior!"
As they bowed, the three remained uneasy. Encountering a Nascent Soul cultivator of unfathomable power in the perilous depths of the outer sea was a matter of chance; whether it was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen. However, since the cultivator had intervened to eliminate the monsters chasing them, at least for the time being, he harbored no ill intentions.
Upon hearing this, Luo Ming slowly turned his gaze, calmly looking at the three human Core Formation cultivators. His gaze swept over them, lingering slightly on the face of the white-robed middle-aged man, "Xiang Jun," confirming his identity. He then nodded slightly in response to their greeting, his voice flat and unreadable: "No need for formalities. Why are you being chased by these demonic beasts?"
He needed to know the latest situation on Qiyuan Island and the surrounding waters, and the encounter of these three people might provide some clues.
Although I already had my suspicions, I still needed to get confirmation from these local tyrants.
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances quickly. Xiang Jun composed himself, stepped forward, bowed again, and began to speak in a steady but clear voice: "Reporting to Senior, regarding this matter—we are indeed aware of some rumors. Starting about half a year ago, high-level demonic beasts, especially the Jiaolong clan, have been appearing unusually frequently in the direction of Qiyuan Island and even the Black Abyss Sea. Their hostility and aggression towards human cultivators have increased sharply, evolving into group hunting, especially against lone or small groups of human cultivators, often fighting to the death."
He paused slightly, as if organizing his thoughts, a hint of confusion and lingering fear on his face: "According to rumors from some fellow cultivators who managed to escape, and fragmented information from several small outposts near the Demon Beast Abyss that have not yet been completely breached, the rage of the Flood Dragon Clan this time seems to be related to a human cultivator named 'Li Feiyu' —"
As Xiang Jun spoke, a bitter expression appeared on his face: "The three of us were searching for herbs near the Black Lake Islands when our whereabouts were exposed, and we were targeted by these two level-seven dragons, who chased us all the way here. If we hadn't been fortunate enough to meet you, senior, I'm afraid—" He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already clear.
Luo Ming listened quietly, his face as calm as still water, but in his mind he had already pieced together the information.
Li Feiyu — it really is that kid Han Li.
Luo Ming thought to himself, "It seems that his killing of that poisonous dragon has been exposed, enraging the Golden Dragon King. The dragon clan is always protective of its own and has a huge power; this commotion is quite significant. As for these Wind-Splitting Beasts—"