Shen Luo didn't care about the ghost general's words. He looked at the yin-attributed spiritual materials around him, raised his hand to emit two blue lights, and quickly collected them.
Although these Yin-attribute spiritual materials are not as good as the Soul-Refining Flowers, they are rare items outside and should not be missed.
But at this moment, a black light flashed at the top of the hole, and a figure covered in black air fell from the sky.
Seeing Shen Luo who was collecting spiritual herbs, the black energy surging around the black shadow paused, as if he had not expected that there would be someone here.
Shen Luo was also surprised when he saw the black shadow suddenly appear and stopped collecting.
A powerful aura was surging from this person, and he was actually a true immortal. However, this aura was quite strange, and it emitted both magical power and demonic energy at the same time.
The black shadow's gaze quickly shifted away from Shen Luo and looked towards the magic circle and stone tablet in the center of the cave, his expression changed drastically.
"It was you who broke through the core of the formation here and took away the magic weapon sealed inside?" The black shadow suddenly looked at Shen Luo again.
Although blocked by black air, Shen Luo could still sense two cold gazes as cold as steel cones.
"Yes, I was indeed the one who took the things in here. Who are you? What advice do you have for me?" Shen Luo pondered for a moment, but did not deny it and admitted it directly.
With his current strength, he would not be afraid at all even if the other party was a late True Immortal.
"It's good that you admit it. Hand over the magic weapon and cut off one of your arms. Then I can consider sparing your life." The black figure said in an unquestionable tone.
"You want me to cut off my own arm? Here is my arm. If you have the ability, come and take it." Shen Luo smiled faintly, raised his arm, and said sarcastically.
"Looking for death!" The black figure snorted coldly and spit.
A black light shot out from it and instantly reached Shen Luo's head. It was a pitch-black, crystal-clear flying knife that chopped down his head.
Shen Luo flipped his palm and the bloodthirsty banner appeared in his hand. With just a shake, the black banner turned into a black light curtain in the wind, protecting his body.
The black crystal flying knife slashed on the light curtain formed by the bloodthirsty banner, making a loud bang, and was directly bounced back without being able to hurt the light curtain at all.
However, the black figure did not move, as if he had anticipated this situation.
Shen Luo frowned, his spiritual awareness spread out, his expression suddenly changed, and his body quickly retreated backwards.
As soon as he moved, the ground beneath his feet exploded immediately, and more than a dozen purple-black vines as thick as bowls emerged and quickly rolled towards Shen Luo's body.
Each of these vines is covered with sharp barbs and cracks, which are filled with fine fangs and make disgusting chewing sounds.
Shen Luo snorted coldly, grabbed the air with one hand, and with a flash of red light, the Pure Yang Sword appeared out of thin air.
He shook his wrist, and suddenly there was a loud hissing sound. Countless red sword shadows burst out from his hand, slashing at the dark green vines in an overwhelming manner, instantly chopping all the vines into pieces.
However, the broken vines suddenly exploded with a bang, transforming into countless purple-black mists, flooding the space of dozens of feet, and Shen Luo's body was also wrapped in it.
A nauseating stench came over him, and even with his current level of cultivation and physical strength, he felt dizzy and his internal organs were churning and aching.