A Mortal's Start in the Spirit Beast Mountain

Chapter 82 Body Cultivation

Although his spirit beasts advanced very quickly, they had not yet fought against late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. This was a good opportunity for them to hone their skills. After all, such a good opportunity was hard to come by. If they didn't grow up quickly, he couldn't keep charging ahead as their master, could he? That would be going against the natural order.

The yellow-faced cultivator summoned a small cyan shield to protect himself and occasionally used magic weapons to attack the formation. However, the formation, which had been easily broken just moments before, was now extremely sturdy. At this moment, several invisible wind blades darted through the mist, their extreme speed accompanied by a fierce wind, and they arrived in front of their opponent in an instant.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Three sharp blades slicing sounds rang out. His top-tier defensive magic artifact's spiritual energy shield was directly pierced through and then struck the shield, leaving three white marks.

"It's that wind-attribute beast!" The yellow-faced cultivator was shocked. The attack of that level-three demon beast could actually break through his top-tier magic weapon. He hurriedly defended with all his might, but the surrounding mist made it impossible to catch the opponent's figure. Now he was trapped and could only passively defend.

On the other side, the Azure Dragon hovered in the air, its fine mist merging with the dense fog in the formation, instantly condensing into a sealed water prison that imprisoned the cultivators and continuously compressed their space for movement.

The cultivator unleashed his magical weapon to slash at the water wall, but felt immense resistance, as if he were trapped in a swamp. At this moment, the Azure Dragon seized the opening and swooped down, its tail tip lashing out like a steel whip at its opponent.

The yellow-faced man hurriedly raised his shield to defend himself, but the power of the Azure Dragon was far beyond that of a human cultivator. The cultivator and his shield were knocked away, and the spiritual energy on the shield was unstable, indicating that his mana supply was not smooth.

The short, stout cultivator in another location stared at the enormous creature before him with a grim expression. His magic weapon, striking the creature with all its might, was repelled by the creature's black-gold protective shield, having no effect whatsoever except for wasting his magic power.

However, he had to be constantly wary of the earth spikes and water blades that would occasionally appear around him. Although their attack power was not very strong, they were powerful and heavy. At this moment, he felt like he was trapped in a gladiatorial arena, and he could not leave unless he dealt with the monster in front of him.

The worst off were the cultivators facing the Fat Sun Bird. At this moment, they were surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. The firelight pierced through the thick fog, making their bodies unbearably hot, as if they were in a furnace. The magical artifacts that formed a spiritual energy shield were rapidly melting in the flames, forcing them to increase their magical power output.

Luo Ming stood at the center of the formation, the spiritual energy patterns beneath his feet glowing faintly, his gaze solemn as he observed the battle situation. He had originally intended to use these cultivators to test the combat effectiveness of his spirit beasts, and seeing that all his spirit beasts were performing well, he felt relieved. With a flash, he headed towards the burly man.

Luo Ming was somewhat wary of this person's strength and needed to deal with him in a prudent manner.

At this moment, the burly man frowned deeply. He could sense the roars of the surrounding monsters and the curses of his own men. He felt that he had been hunting geese all year round, but in the end, he was being pecked by the geese. He never expected that Luo Ming, who was so low-key, would be hiding so deeply.

Besides the wind-attribute beast, the opponent also had three other powerful spirit beasts. Now, they were separated by the illusion array and could not use their combined attack technique, which greatly weakened their strength.

"It seems we have no choice but to use this method to break the formation first." The burly man had a bad feeling when he saw that ordinary attacks were not enough to break the formation, and Luo Ming was not coming to find him.

The burly man drew his black short blade and unleashed several spells. The blade began to glow with a bloody light, and wisps of blood energy writhed on its surface as if they were alive.

Just then, a bell rang in his ears, and the burly man was startled, feeling that the scenery in front of him had suddenly changed, and he didn't know when it had turned into the appearance of his own cave.

"not good!"

A cool sensation flowed through the burly man's sea of ​​consciousness, and a certain divine sense technique he cultivated activated on its own, thus freeing him from the illusion.

The moment he awoke, a flying sword appeared before him without his noticing. Had he reacted any slower, it would have already struck him.

In this extremely critical situation, the burly man's body suddenly turned bronze, with faint golden patterns shimmering within.

"Bang!"

The flying sword struck the opponent's neck, producing a metallic clang.

Despite using the Bewitching Heart Bell Talisman for assistance and the Water Nether Sword for a sneak attack, Luo Ming was surprised that he couldn't kill his opponent in one strike.

"Divine Sense Secret Technique, Body Refining Technique?" Luo Ming frowned as he stared at the other party. This was the first time he had encountered a body cultivator, and the bronze-colored shield and runes that had just condensed on the other party's skin were actually some kind of Buddhist body refining technique.

For a wicked cultivator to have mastered Buddhist body-refining techniques to such a level, reaching the point where he could withstand magical artifacts, is truly... astounding.

However, he quickly abandoned this naive idea. Cultivation is about having a clear mind and has nothing to do with good or evil. Otherwise, wouldn't those who cultivate demonic arts be unable to advance?

At this moment, the burly man's face was somewhat pale, and he stared at Luo Ming with a sinister look. If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the Vajra Skill for hundreds of years, he would probably have already been decapitated.

"Luo Ming, you are the first Foundation Establishment cultivator to push me to this extent. I will chop you into mincemeat in a moment," the burly man said through gritted teeth.

Last time, he used this technique with all his might to withstand a blow from a Core Formation cultivator's magic weapon. Although he successfully injured the Core Formation cultivator, it also broke his Vajra Technique, causing him to be unable to use it again for the past few years. He needs to recuperate for a long time to recover, otherwise it will be difficult for him to reach the perfect state.

He was supposed to recover in two years, but he was forced to use the technique again today. All the years of recuperation in the past few years were wasted. At this moment, his hatred for Luo Ming has reached its peak. He can't relieve his hatred unless he chops the other party into mincemeat.

The burly man took out a blood-red pill and swallowed it. His pale face instantly returned to normal, and then his exposed skin turned bronze. In a flash, he appeared beside Luo Ming, so fast that Luo Ming couldn't react in time.

"Go to hell!"

With a furious roar, the burly man thrust his blood-red dagger directly at Luo Ming's dantian. If Luo Ming were to be struck by this attack from a body cultivator, he would either die or be crippled.

However, just as the burly man showed a hint of excitement, Luo Ming's figure in front of him vanished completely, and all he had hit was an afterimage.

Luo Ming's figure appeared a dozen feet away at this moment, his face grim as he looked at his opponent. If he hadn't just used a mid-level Shadow Escape Talisman in the emergency to leave a shadow substitute there, he would probably be severely injured by now.

"Hmph! I see you have a few of those talismans." The burly man grinned menacingly, revealing teeth streaked with blood, and then flashed off to chase after Luo Ming again.

In his view, the opponent would not have many of those talismans, and as long as he could capture the opponent, the battle would be over.

"This person is probably forcibly activating a secret technique, which won't last long." Seeing that the other party needed pills to maintain that state, Luo Ming made up his mind and avoided contact with the other party. He moved away from the other party by manipulating the formation.

For ordinary cultivators to get close to a body cultivator is suicidal, but Luo Ming is very interested in this person's body cultivation techniques.