A Mortal's Start in the Spirit Beast Mountain

Chapter 68 Spirit Control Sect

"Fairy Qing Su, surrender! If you allow me to place a soul restriction on you, I will spare your life." The black-robed cultivator sneered, his fingertips forming a hand seal. The poisonous cloud suddenly swelled several times over, transforming into a ferocious venomous python that lunged at the female cultivator.

The female cultivator frowned, coughed up blood, but dared not stop, and channeled a large amount of magical power into the magic weapon.

The Crimson Flame Silk suddenly burst forth with dazzling red light, like a fire dragon, crashing into the poisonous python with blazing flames.

"boom!"

Flames collided with poisonous clouds, billowing up a thick black mist that mingled with the pungent smell of smoke and fire. Using the force of the explosion, the female cultivator darted away, her crimson silk ribbons returning to protect her. Taking advantage of the black mist and flames obscuring her vision, she fled south with all her might.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed cultivator immediately gave chase, but before doing so, he glanced down below, a flash of spiritual light appeared in his hand, and a transmission talisman flew rapidly behind him before he finally pursued the female cultivator from the Qingxu Sect.

Luo Ming huddled deep within the cave, only letting out a slow sigh of relief after the two Core Formation auras had completely dissipated. The duel between Core Formation cultivators was terrifying; even the aftershocks had shaken his mind, causing the spiritual energy within his dantian to churn and become unstable.

Moreover, he had just felt a chill from being spied on, and dared not linger. He had only taken half a step out of the cave when two condensed Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy auras approached him again from afar.

"Two Foundation Establishment cultivators?" Luo Ming's heart tightened, and he hurriedly summoned the Wind Spirit Veil, intending to wait for the two to leave before making his move.

Two figures dressed in the attire of the Yuling Sect landed steadily at the entrance of the mountain stream. The leader wore a black robe with silver patterns, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of cold arrogance. His spiritual power was as condensed as mercury and did not emanate. His aura was powerful and heavy, and he had actually reached the perfect stage of Foundation Establishment.

Beside him was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, his back slightly bowed, his eyes full of respect, even with a hint of deliberate flattery, clearly his attendant.

"Senior Brother Dongmen, Elder Hu's transmission talisman just now clearly mentioned that a Foundation Establishment cultivator is hiding here." The attendant bowed and reported, his divine sense sweeping across the surroundings like a tide, but he only detected the residual aftershocks of Core Formation spiritual energy, without finding even a trace of a person. He couldn't help but show a hint of doubt, "Could it be that person escaped beforehand?"

The silver-patterned black-robed cultivator, addressed as Senior Brother Dongmen, glanced at the messy rocks and lingering smoke in the air, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Your concealment technique is quite impressive, but it's nothing compared to mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in his palm, and a small black banner suddenly materialized. The banner was shimmering with an eerie light and was painted with the phantom images of four ferocious demonic beasts. As soon as it was summoned, billowing black energy surged out, within which were faintly wrapped the struggling howls of countless demonic souls, and an evil aura swept over you.

"Brother Dongmen actually brought out the Thousand Demon Banner?" the attendant exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes full of surprise.

He knew that this banner was made by a master craftsman of the Yuling Sect, who used a large amount of spiritual materials to imitate the Tongtian Lingbao Wanyao Banner. The entire set of banners consisted of four sub-banners, which were originally prepared for this great battle to absorb the power of the battlefield's divine souls and nurture them. Once the nurturing was complete, it would reach the level of a magic weapon, and the four banners combined would be comparable to a spiritual treasure.

Although this banner has only absorbed less than a hundred divine souls and is only a top-tier magic weapon, its power far surpasses that of ordinary top-tier magic weapons due to its magic weapon foundation and special demon soul power. Even ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators would have to give way when they encounter it.

With a flick of his finger, the black-robed youth caused the Thousand Demon Banner to spin rapidly. As the black energy surged, dozens of blurry demonic soul phantoms roared out, scattering like hunting dogs to search in all directions. Wherever they passed, the grass and trees were tainted by the black energy, instantly withering and turning yellow.

"What kind of evil magic artifact is this?" Luo Ming, hiding inside the Wind Spirit Veil, felt a slight sting to his divine sense wherever the demonic soul passed by, and he secretly thought something was wrong. The disciples of the Spirit Control Sect were skilled in controlling beasts and souls, and the sinister aura of this banner was more intense than any magic artifact he had ever seen. The concealment effect of the Wind Spirit Veil probably wouldn't last long.

He suppressed his restless spiritual energy, pondering to himself: These two were dressed in luxurious clothes and possessed extraordinary bearing; they were definitely not ordinary inner disciples. Especially the young man in black robes, whose cultivation at the peak of Foundation Establishment was already outstanding among his peers. Considering the renowned Nascent Soul patriarch Dongmen Tu of the Spirit Control Sect, this person was most likely a direct descendant of the patriarch. If his identity were exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Found you!" The black-robed youth's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he pointed a finger at Luo Ming's hiding place. The Thousand Demon Banner's speed increased dramatically, and black energy gathered like a tsunami. Countless demon souls condensed into a giant ghost claw, which lashed out at the bushes with a heart-rending shriek.

"Not good!" Luo Ming's expression changed drastically. The Wind Spirit Veil rippled instantly under the impact of the demon soul's power, and its concealment effect shattered.

Luo Ming's expression changed, and he summoned the Golden Light Shield, forming a golden shield that enveloped himself.

"Boom!" Under the powerful impact of the ghost claw, Luo Ming's body became unstable, and he quickly dodged far away. However, after the ghost claw hit the golden light shield, it immediately disintegrated into a large number of demon souls, emitting a piercing scream. Luo Ming only felt his sea of ​​consciousness tremble and a feeling of dizziness came over him.

"This treasure is so strange?" Luo Ming's face turned ugly, and he hurriedly summoned the Fat Sun Bird.

"Screech!" A crimson figure landed on Luo Ming's shoulder. Seeing the large number of demon souls around him, he became excited and let out a sharp cry before transforming into a blazing white flame to meet the attack.

The billowing black mist, upon encountering the raging flames, seemed to have met its nemesis, instantly dissolving at an alarming rate. The demonic souls hiding within emitted painful howls.

The silver-patterned black-robed youth's eyes lit up upon seeing this, and he quickly summoned back these demonic souls, staring intently at the handsome mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him, or more precisely, at the spirit bird on Luo Ming's shoulder.

"Where have I heard of this spirit bird's supernatural abilities before? And this person's appearance..." the silver-patterned black-robed youth thought to himself.

Luo Ming calmly cupped his hands to the two men and said, "So you are two senior brothers from the Yu Ling Sect. I am Luo Ming, a disciple of the Spirit Beast Mountain. I was just passing through this place when I happened to witness a battle between Core Formation cultivators. I was flustered and that's why I concealed myself. It was not intentional. It seems there is some misunderstanding between us."

He deliberately brought up the name of Spirit Beast Mountain and lowered his posture in an attempt to dispel the other party's doubts. Moreover, now that Spirit Beast Mountain has returned to the Yuling Sect, they are actually considered fellow disciples of the sect.

Just then, the hook-nosed cultivator next to the silver-patterned black-robed youth excitedly looked at the spirit bird on Luo Ming's shoulder and transmitted his voice to the black-robed youth: "Senior Brother Dongmen, the spirit bird on this person's shoulder should be the legendary Zhiyang Bird. The spiritual fire it spits out is very effective against Yin spirits."

"Really?" The young man in the silver-patterned black robe was overjoyed upon hearing this, his mind racing. This spirit bird must be in my hands.

Luo Ming sensed that the two people opposite him seemed to be communicating telepathically, and judging from the way they looked at the Zhiyang Bird just now, Luo Ming had a bad feeling.

"It seems things won't end well today." With this thought in mind, Luo Ming's sleeve flashed with spiritual light, keeping him on guard at all times.

"Junior brother, you were originally a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain. However, since Elder Hu has sent a message asking me to investigate this place, how about this: you come with me on this trip. When Elder Hu returns, he will find out your identity. After all, things are too chaotic now, and people often impersonate disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain. What do you think, junior brother?" The silver-patterned black-robed youth calmly said to Luo Ming.