"Since you won't let me go, then let me fight for an opportunity in this crisis and verify the quality of my protagonist's halo."

Yi Ming was furious. He was closest to the valley and kept flying. While flying, he took out a detoxification pill from his magic bag and swallowed it in one gulp.

Although the pill is only mid-grade yellow grade, it can still be used to support the patient.

"Catch up with him!"

"Kill him!"

No one knew what deep hatred Yi Ming had with them. Among the monks who wanted to stop him just now, some of them looked like they wished Yi Ming would die immediately.

Maybe she's jealous of Yi Ming's handsomeness?

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However, those monks thought that there was not much danger here because of the poisonous miasma emerging from underground due to the earthquake. In fact, there must be extremely high-quality treasures in the environment where the poisonous miasma had been hidden underground for countless years. As the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm, so of course they had to hurry on their way.

Not long after they walked away, they heard another chewing sound. Yi Ming's eyebrows jumped, and he had a premonition in his heart. He then quietly turned to the right and avoided the place where the sound came from. But as he passed by, he saw a group of thumb-sized leeches flying over there.

The animals besieging them were several lizard-like animals, but much larger in size. The largest one was over ten feet long, and the smallest was over two meters long. They were not clumsy at all, and they advanced and retreated very quickly. Their leather armor was also very hard, so if they were not hit directly, even flying swords or knives that just grazed them would not be able to break their carapace.

At least not long after he disappeared, the sounds of wind blowing through clothes whizzed past him not far away, but no one could detect his presence.

Yi Ming was just about to move towards a big tree, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a giant python as thick as his thigh wrapped around the top of the tree, and a pair of pitch-black eyes stared at him without a trace of emotion.

…

This is a shameless sigh from a time traveler who possesses a golden finger and can obtain powerful skills without any danger, improve his cultivation, and does not need to risk his life for resources.

"Go to hell!"

"These guys are a bit reckless. They dare to charge forward in a place like this. Don't they want to die?" Yi Ming advanced for a long time but still did not find the large group of people exploring the way ahead. He could not help but be a little surprised.

With a leap, Yi Ming landed on the treetop, silently and calmly restraining his energy.

As for why not go out?

"Tsk tsk, I don't know how many bodies were left behind." Yi Ming retracted his gaze and kept walking, but he became more careful in his heart.

…

The one who roared was the fat monk. He was holding a two-foot-long scimitar without a handle, shaped like a blood blade. At this moment, he clenched the seal in his hands, and the scimitar spun rapidly. While a lizard was entangled by its companion, he chopped at its neck frantically.

All of these techniques were discovered by him in the gaming world these days, and then he gradually cultivated them to the highest level through his use and understanding in the game. Although their grades are not high and each has its own shortcomings, they are almost useless in front of more powerful cultivators. However, when he uses them in such a comprehensive way, they are in no way inferior to a blue technique.

“Crack! Crack!”

Because those other cultivators were not acting alone. According to the general rules of exploring secret realms, there must be many cultivators guarding outside the valley at this time. If Yi Ming dared to show up, he would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Little did he know that he was alert and slowed down his pace because of the warning information in the Yukong Tower's mother and son sound stones.

Who knows if it exists? If so, then let’s invest together. If not, wouldn’t we make a lot of money?

Although it was not known how many people they left outside the valley, there were only three of them left now, namely the middle-aged monk who was the leader, the fat monk who threatened to "search" Yi Ming, and the white-haired old woman who threatened to kill Yi Ming when he fled into the valley.

As for the guardian beast?

Hearing this voice, Yi Ming couldn't help but smile silently. He was lucky. This group of people were the monks who wanted to "search" him outside the valley just now.

After walking a distance again, Yi Ming finally heard the voices of monks shouting, but there were not many of them. It was obvious that a group of monks who did not know each other separated after entering the valley. No one was willing to travel with strangers, so Yi Ming was only following one of the teams.

"Awesome! They are a bunch of people who value money over their lives!"

After flying less than ten feet forward, Yi Ming hurriedly stopped, rolled to the side a few times, got out of the main road of the valley, and rushed into the dense woods.

Yi Ming used a bunch of white and green skills and techniques that he had cultivated to perfection to the extreme. His breathing, qi, heartbeat, body temperature, and body odor were all extremely restrained. He was like a stone, disappearing from the range that other cultivators could sense.

After the dense crowd of figures entered, Yi Ming quietly jumped down from the treetop. With his eyes focused and his feet tapping, he slowly moved forward along the trees and the path that others had walked before.

"What bad luck! I've only come in a dozen miles, right at the edge of the Hongmang Mountains. Isn't this the safest place? Even yellow-level beasts can't be seen here?"

Yi Ming quickly changed his appearance and soon turned himself into Zhang Daqian, while moving carefully and as quickly as possible towards the depths of the valley.

However, the giant python ignored Yi Ming. It was unknown whether it noticed that Yi Ming did not have the energy of a living person. Anyway, until Yi Ming had left the attack range of the giant python and the thick poisonous miasma blocked the sight of both sides, the giant python did not attack Yi Ming. "Huh..." Yi Ming let out a long breath. The giant python just now was also a fierce beast in the middle stage of the yellow level.

Yi Ming hid in the treetops and approached quietly. Soon he was within three meters of the battlefield and saw the fighting scene.

However, what is even more terrifying is that the poisonous miasma in this valley is extremely dense. Although it is not so dense that you cannot see your hand in front of you, you cannot see clearly beyond three meters.

Yi Ming paused, turned his body, and moved to the side. He slowed down, looked at the giant python cautiously, and was ready to use his flying sword at any time.

As soon as you step into the poisonous miasma, you will see thick, colorful clouds of smoke. It looks beautiful, but smells terrible.

So even if he wanted to go out, he had to find a way out from the other side of the valley before more monks arrived and surrounded the entire valley tightly.

“Snap!”

The madly spinning scimitar cut off the lizard's head, but he didn't notice that another lizard was quietly approaching within five feet of him.

"Hey!"

The tongue shot out like a sharp arrow and pierced his chest in an instant!

(End of this chapter)