Bu Luo also made a swiping motion with his right hand. A Moonlight Silver Plate , like a spinning full moon, cut towards the other person's neck with a sharp whistle.
The two cultivators attacking Bu Luo from the left and right should have been from the same sect. They wore the same clothes, and even though they had lost their minds, their coordination was still extremely tacit.
It was clear that this kind of offensive and defensive awareness had long been ingrained in their blood.
The burly cultivator on the right let out a low roar and suddenly raised the huge pestle in his hand. With a "clang," the sharp edge of the rapidly spinning Moonlight Silver Plate cut into it.
As it continued to spin, a series of sparks erupted from the pestle. Then, with a sound that set one's teeth on edge, the upper end of the pestle was actually cut off, splitting into two.
The longer section below was still firmly held by the burly cultivator. He hurriedly retracted his neck and hid his head, dodging the Moonlight Silver Plate that was cutting towards his neck in the nick of time.
The slender cultivator on the left, while moving, instantly threw out two red talismans. The talismans also grew in the wind. One transformed to the size of a door panel and collided with the golden brick.
With a "boom," a dazzling ball of red and white light exploded between him and Bu Luo , making the nearby cultivators dizzy.
The other red talisman transformed into a small red mountain and smashed heavily towards Bu Luo's face. Before the talisman even reached him, Bu Luo felt a wave of searing heat wash over him, and his skin began to tremble.
"Fire poison!"
Bu Luo's heart skipped a beat. The cultivator on the left was a cultivator who specialized in talisman attacks. Of these two talismans, just one of them had clashed head-on with his "Dragon-Falling Brick" and had not lost any ground at all.
This showed that not only was this talisman of a high rank, but the opponent, despite having lost his mind, had still instinctively estimated the attack power of his "Dragon-Falling Brick."
The talisman heading towards him arrived in an instant, covering him from the front. The space around Bu Luo was already making "kaka" sounds, as if it could shatter at any moment.
Bu Luo could imagine that if he was hit by this talisman, he would probably be crushed into a pulp in an instant.
Moreover, a "fire poison" had been refined into this talisman. If he took it head-on, even with a magical treasure blocking it, his heart meridian might be invaded and poisoned. At that time, his five viscera and six bowels would be burned to ashes.
He couldn't retreat to dodge either. The area of that talisman had already expanded to the size of a large wall; it would surely follow him like a shadow.
Everything happened in an instant. As Bu Luo's mind raced, his body had already lunged towards the burly cultivator on his right. This cultivator had just been knocked back, creating an opening.
Seeing the burly cultivator tucking his head in, Bu Luo's Moonlight Silver Plate swiped past. How could he have time to block Bu Luo ? The exchange between cultivators was incredibly fast. By the time the thought came to Bu Luo's mind, his body had already lunged forward.
Bu Luo wanted to use this good opportunity to create distance between himself and the two, to escape this encirclement. But just as he lunged out, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart.
A heart-stopping aura of death instantly spread throughout his body. Bu Luo felt a chill run through him, and for a moment, he didn't know what had happened.
As he lunged out, he instinctively shrugged his shoulders. A bamboo branch suddenly emerged from the mouth of the basket on his back. The bamboo branch glowed with a green light and was perfectly straight. At the top of the branch grew three green bamboo leaves, two large and one small.
The three green bamboo leaves emitted circles of visible ripples, instantly enveloping Bu Luo beneath the entire bamboo branch. His whole person seemed to be covered in a layer of green gauze.
At the same time, a yellow light flashed under Bu Luo's feet, and a damaged oilcloth appeared beneath him. Bu Luo's body, which had already lunged out and could not be retracted, was suddenly pulled to the left by the damaged oilcloth under his feet.
Bu Luo's body was slanted, as if about to fall over. His whole person was pulled horizontally, just as the burly cultivator on the right had not yet stood up.
And the slender cultivator on the left, due to the collision of the first talisman with Bu Luo's "Dragon-Falling Brick," had left a gap half a person wide as his body swayed.
Bu Luo was instantly pulled into the gap on the left, quickly moving away from the cultivator on the right. With a "pu! peng!" sound, Bu Luo let out a muffled groan.
Before the slender cultivator on the left could react, he had just managed to rush past him, his body carried more than thirty zhang away by the damaged oilcloth.
By the time Bu Luo stabilized himself again, his face was somewhat pale. If he hadn't reacted a fraction faster just now, he would probably be decapitated by now.
Just below his left ear, there was a bloody hole on his face, from which blood was gushing. The white of his jawbone was faintly visible inside.
At this moment, in the spot where he had just lunged to the right, a black crow was staring at Bu Luo with a pair of sinister eyes.
Blood was still dripping from the tip of its sharp beak. As its throat moved, it seemed to have swallowed a large piece of flesh.
Bu Luo ignored the sharp pain in his face. His mind was still reeling from the coordinated attack of these two cultivators who had lost their minds.
His own seemingly swift and decisive attack just now had still been calculated by the opponent.
When Bu Luo saw the Moonlight Silver Plate cut off a section of the pestle in the burly cultivator's hand, it wasn't cut off by him at all. It was clearly done deliberately by the opponent.
That person's pestle, using some unknown method, had already been refined and fused with his demonic beast. That black crow was the small section at the top of the pestle.
Under his attack, it had pretended to be cut off and had then flown into the air. This would look normal to any cultivator. It was just a small "cut-off" section of the pestle.
This was very normal in a fight; it was common for inferior magical treasures to be broken or destroyed. The direction in which that section of the pestle fell as it spun happened to be Bu Luo's direction, so Bu Luo naturally paid it no mind.
Moreover, at this time, the talisman from the cultivator on the left had just arrived. No one would be willing to face the power of that talisman head-on, so Bu Luo had focused most of his attention on his left side.
Under a pincer attack from both sides, Bu Luo naturally wanted to rush out from the gap on the right where the opponent had been knocked back. Anyone would think this was the best choice.
Bu Luo had made just such a choice. But at the last moment, the superhuman intuition that had been honed on the brink of death through countless battles with Zuo Qiudan in the "Northern Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda" had saved him.
As soon as his body lunged out, Bu Luo felt an extremely sharp attack coming for his head. In the nick of time, Bu Luo's flying body could no longer be retracted.
He could only desperately raise the bamboo branch from his basket to protect himself. At the same time, the damaged oilcloth that he hadn't used also flashed into existence.
Li Yan had also been extremely envious of this damaged oilcloth back then. Although its speed was a little slower than the "Cloud-Piercing Willow," its flexibility in turning in small areas was not something the "Cloud-Piercing Willow" could compare to.
It could make sharp detours at extremely tight angles.
The moment the damaged oilcloth appeared, it made an extremely fast, small turn. This turn was made while Bu Luo's body had already lunged out, a situation where a cultivator could no longer reverse their own momentum. But the damaged oilcloth had done it.
In the blink of an eye, it carried Bu Luo in another direction, and Bu Luo thus deflected most of the force of the black crow's attack.
But because the opponent's attack had already reached his body, a large piece of flesh was still pecked off Bu Luo's face. Just as the black crow was about to attack again, the green ripples emanating from the bamboo branch behind Bu Luo finally covered his entire body.
Thus, the black crow's second attack pecked at that layer of green gauze, making a "peng!" sound that made Bu Luo's head buzz. He almost fainted but managed to hold on.
The coordination of these two South Sea cultivators was almost seamless. From this, it could be seen that when they were conscious, this kind of coordination was a common practice for them. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so proficient.
"White-Pupil Corpse Crow!"
After Bu Luo got a clear look at that black crow, he shook his dizzy head and exclaimed in a low, horrified voice.
The "White-Pupil Corpse Crow" was ranked around two hundred on the demonic beast list. Although it was outside the top one hundred, the demonic beasts within the top one hundred were almost all ancient, or even primordial, demonic beasts that had already disappeared from the Mortal Realm .
So even a demonic beast ranked around two hundred was still a very powerful existence, and it was rarely seen on the Desolate Moon Continent . It preferred cold, yin environments and had a sinister, poisonous nature.
Bu Luo had heard before that this kind of demonic beast had appeared in the extremely cold lands of the northwest of the Desolate Moon Continent . Where it appeared, it was often accompanied by a large number of Jiangshi.
The "White-Pupil Corpse Crow" liked to prey on Jiangshi for food, often using its sharp claws and beak to dissect the chests and abdomens of Jiangshi, then burrowing into the colorful innards, or using the Jiangshi's body as a nest.
After slowly devouring a Jiangshi from the inside out, it would then find another Jiangshi's body as a nest. It spent almost its entire life rarely going out, either looking for Jiangshi or eating them, so very few had ever seen one.
He never thought that this South Sea cultivator would actually obtain this kind of demonic beast as a companion, and had even refined it with his magical treasure to such a degree of compatibility.
However, when Bu Luo looked again, the cultivator holding the dark green pestle had already raised his head again.
But this time, when Bu Luo looked at the pestle in his hand, it looked more and more like a thigh bone from a Jiangshi. In an instant, he understood many things.
The two cultivators gave Bu Luo no chance to escape. After just a pause, they charged at him again together.
And in a group of Demonic Cultivators a few li behind them, one of them let out a "hehe" sound.
"That bamboo basket is truly a good treasure. The damaged oilcloth, the bamboo branch, and the magical treasures that appeared earlier, every single one is a good item of extraordinary rank. This kid, I'm claiming him!"
The other Demonic Cultivators beside this one also showed greed and ferocity in their eyes, but after a moment of hesitation, they finally turned their heads to other places.
They had an agreement among themselves long ago. The cultivator they targeted first was their own. Other Demonic Cultivators could not interfere, unless this one gave up on his own accord, or died himself.
So the other Demonic Cultivators could only feel dissatisfied in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do at this time. Such matters could only depend on luck; they couldn't snatch Bu Luo as a target.
While Wuye and Bu Luo were fighting fiercely, the others also engaged their enemies one after another.
Tao Yishan, from a third-rate small sect under the jurisdiction of the Ten-Pace Courtyard , was as obscure as his sect's reputation.
Tao Yishan was the sect master of this sect, and also the hope of this sect. The only Supreme Ancestor was already very old, not far from the two-hundred-year limit of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Tao Yishan, on the other hand, had only succeeded in Foundation Establishment at the age of fifty, entered the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment at eighty, the late-stage of Foundation Establishment at one hundred and twelve, the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment at one hundred and twenty, and the Pseudo-Core Realm at one hundred and thirty-four.
The further he went, the smoother his cultivation became. This filled the entire sect with hope for him. With more than sixty years of cultivation time left, perhaps their sect master could enter the legendary Golden Core stage.
At that time, he could lead them into the ranks of second-rate sects. Although the entire sect had less than thirty people, this was the greatest wish of the successive generations of elders and sect masters of this small sect.