Suppressing his speculations, Yi Ming moved his toes even more lightly, without making any sound or even causing a breeze. His entire body was like a big stone in a thick poisonous miasma, moving around silently.

When facing a ferocious beast that can take your life at any time, it is never too careful.

During Yi Ming's search, he had the feeling that he was being watched several times. Fortunately, the feeling was fleeting each time, probably because the other party just had some doubts and did not take it seriously.

What made Yi Ming's lips even drier was that from time to time, screams would be heard from the woods shrouded in poisonous miasma in the distance. Sometimes they were short and shrill, and sometimes they were long and wailing. It was unknown how many monks had lost their lives here.

The feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife is so exciting! "Tsk tsk, finally a cultivator of the Condensation Stage has arrived, and he's quite fast. Xiao Jin, let's go out and kill him together!" A sinister voice came from the thick fog and rang clearly in Yi Ming's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light flashed, followed by a sound of breaking wind, and it quickly swept towards the outskirts of the valley.

…

There was a loud bang in the center of the valley he had just explored. Countless trees flew over, and the valley looked like it had been hit by a high-yield bomb. Its appearance had completely changed.

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The other sinister voice suppressed the anger in his heart, "So what?"

The two streams of energy rushed all the way, both hovering above the valley. The surrounding poisonous miasma rolled endlessly, but they were all pushed away to a certain extent so that they could see each other. "Duyuan Sect, Wan Chunhua!"

A sinister voice sounded, but this time his voice was full of anger, surprise and disbelief, "Why are you here?"

"Of course not. Your leader is a golden elixir ancestor. I cannot afford to offend him." The calm voice laughed twice. "By the way, your leader was seriously injured by the leader of Chongtian Sect a hundred years ago. Is he healed now?"

"Here is another exit from the valley!"

Seeing that the monk from the Second Immortal Sect seemed to have nothing to say, Wan Chunhua shook his head and said in a faint voice, "Since you have nothing to say, then prepare to die."

"The protagonist's halo is working!" Yi Ming let out a long sigh and sighed secretly.

“Boom!”

"Haha, or he is already seriously injured and can't be cured. The new leader has started to sacrifice the two snake and insect immortals again?" The flat voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry. "So you didn't dare to start a war in Dafeng Country, so you returned to Shangyong Country and attacked secretly."

If it weren't for my great ability in controlling my energy, I would have turned into a corpse by now!

"I'll just hang out in the mortal realm from now on. The cultivation world is too dangerous. It's not as carefree as flying on a sword and riding the wind to slay demons in the world. It's too miserable!"

"you!"

Right now, two great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage were fighting each other. The aura of various spells and sword energy was rampant, and the rolling poisonous miasma was hindering other people's spiritual exploration. This allowed Yi Ming to hide himself.

"Do we need to report to you how the Second Immortal Sect is doing things?"

After a long while, Yi Ming's stiff body softened a little, and countless beads of sweat appeared on his temples. His heart was beating wildly, and the sound of "dong dong dong" could be heard at least two meters away. If the monk was still there, Yi Ming would appear in his sensing range like a 1,000-watt light bulb.

At this moment, Yi Ming's expression changed drastically, and he rolled into the bushes on the side. He tried his best to restrain his energy and dared not move at all. He completely turned into a stone.

"Back then, you were all-powerful in Shangyong Country, and no one dared to say a word when you offered sacrifices to the two snake and insect immortals. But now that the Chongtian Sect has risen and is in charge of Shangyong Country, you still dare to do this. I don't know whether to praise you for your courage or scold you for being mentally ill. Do you still think that the cultivators of Shangyong Country will let you have whatever you want?"

Yi Ming had a serious expression, his teeth clenched, and his body pressed close to the ground. He moved like a snake among the bushes, and fled at a high speed without emitting any energy.

But Yi Ming is uneducated, and he can only say "fuck" to get around. But now, only this swear word can let Yi Ming vent his fear. The distance between the two parties just now was definitely no more than ten feet! It's so damn scary! "There is actually another cultivator. Although he didn't burst out any aura, he is definitely a great master in the Condensation Stage!" Yi Ming's mind was thinking frantically, "plus a snake beast that has entered the Xuan level, are they setting a trap and hunting down the Condensation Stage cultivators?"

A calm voice sounded, "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be the remnants of the Second Immortal Sect. Haven't you already fled to the territory of the Great Wind Country? Why? You just found your foothold and you come to the Shangyong Country to stir up trouble again?"

The calm voice seemed to shake his head, "In the past two months, six poisonous miasma valleys have been exposed in Shangyong Country. Although the places you chose are all gathering places for independent cultivators and small sects, and you have also done some cover-ups, you can't treat us as fools, right?"

You know, although the direction he was moving in was not directly towards the monk's position, he was getting closer and closer after all. Who knows if the other party could sense him.

"Die?" The sinister voice was so angry that it even laughed, "I am also in the late Condensation stage, what qualifications do you have to make me die?"

The conversation between the two people ended here. What followed was sword energy filling the sky, spells roaring, and colorful lights illuminating the valley. At the same time, the aftermath of those spells and sword energy was raging everywhere, cutting sword marks in the valley land and cliffs, and blowing away the trees in the valley one by one.

Yi Ming might have forgotten that the cultivator who said "Ride the sword with the wind to eliminate demons between heaven and earth" was also the elder of the world's number one sword-cultivating sect at the time. He was also a big shot in that virtual world, so of course he could be free and unrestrained. Look at Li Xiaoyao's growth, how can he be called free and unrestrained?

"What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!"

While he was complaining, Yi Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, because he found that the poisonous miasma near the northwest of the valley suddenly became thinner, and the flow speed was obviously faster. This was a phenomenon of air flow.

"Hearing what you said, I know that you are a newly promoted late Condensation Stage." Wan Chunhua's voice was full of laughter. "You are far inferior to those elders of the Second Immortal Sect a hundred years ago."

As long as they finish their fight, no matter who wins or loses, they will definitely find Yi Ming's whereabouts at the first time.

Although Wan Chunhua from the Duyuan Sect seemed to be an upright cultivator and seemed to have a good chance of winning, Yi Ming was not in the habit of relying on others for his life. What's more, he had wiped out the entire family of Duan Changzhu, a cultivator in the Ningyuan period of the Duyuan Sect.

So Yi Ming could only run away!

The author quietly adjusted the chapter this morning, and the character's behavior logic as they went deep into the valley became a little more natural. Thanks to fellow Taoist Zi Ye Han Shuang.

(End of this chapter)