Fortunately, after swallowing the Lingjue grass, Yi Ming could sense the instinctive feelings of the Golden Que Snake. After it digested the medicinal power of this spiritual plant, although it could not restore its original strength, it would have no problem recovering to the late yellow level.

As for when it can recover to the early Xuan level, it depends on how much cultivation resources Yi Ming will provide it in the future. As everyone knows, ferocious beasts need much more cultivation resources than cultivators.

"This is all a matter for the future. At least in a few days I will have a powerful fighter in the late yellow level." Yi Ming said to himself.

He reached out and touched his left wrist. A foot-long golden snake was coiled on it, and its scales sparkled in the sunlight. It looked like a golden bracelet, gorgeous and beautiful.

Pulling down his sleeves to cover the Golden Snake, Yi Ming stood up, with a burning spirit, and prepared to leave along the forest.

Such a big event just happened in Shanqian Town. I am afraid that many cultivators will appear one after another. Not to mention that the Erxian Church will not be reconciled, it is possible that the Chongtian Sect mentioned by Wan Chunhua will also send people to investigate.

Yi Ming didn't want to join in such fun. As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. He was just a helpless cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training. What if the Golden Que Snake was discovered by someone with ulterior motives and he was mistakenly considered a member of the Second Immortal Sect, where would he go to seek justice?

"Save me!" The middle-aged monk shouted loudly with his eyes bloodshot.

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His perception of crisis exceeded that of ordinary cultivators, and this sense had saved him many times. In the recent incident in the poisonous valley, it was because he sensed a vague danger, so he stayed outside and escaped.

"No one can save you." Yi Ming's seal changed again, and another seven invisible needles drew a circle in the air and went towards the seven orifices of the middle-aged monk.

Two cultivators came out from not far away. Yi Ming narrowed his eyes and realized that they were two of the many cultivators who had blocked him before in front of the Poisonous Miasma Valley. There were seven of them at that time, but now there were only two left.

"I didn't expect you to be so lucky. Brother Mo was trapped in the valley and harmed by the Second Immortal Sect, but you came out safe and sound?"

"middle!"

A young man followed behind a middle-aged monk with three long beards, his eyes emitting dangerous light.

Eighteen invisible needles shot out all over the sky. Although the middle-aged monk avoided the heart, eleven of them hit his body, causing him to tremble all over.

But at this moment, the middle-aged monk felt a great crisis approaching, so great that he felt he would die in the next moment.

The middle-aged monk was approaching slowly, at a speed faster than his retreating speed. How could he not attract Yi Ming's attention?

That's why he thought that his feelings towards Yi Ming were just the aftermath of the incident in the valley just now, and that Yi Ming was not a threat to him. Coupled with the constant instigation of his companions, he decided to kill Yi Ming and make a profit.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Yi Ming's facial muscles twitched, and he swallowed his saliva. A trace of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he took two steps back. "If I give you all these things, will you really let me go?"

"Boy, hand over all your gains in the valley, and we will spare your life. Otherwise, we will make you live a life worse than death!" The young man's eyes were full of mockery, as if he had made up his mind to defeat Yi Ming.

Yi Ming nodded, indicating that what you said made sense, then he took two steps back, reached out to lift the hem of his clothes, and went to untie the magic bag around his waist.

You know, he had already removed all his previous disguises at this time, and exposing the fact that he possessed the Golden Que Snake with his original appearance was very dangerous for him.

So let's go. The world of cultivation is vast and boundless, with spiritual plants and ferocious beasts everywhere. Although the good things in most places are not as dense as in places like Hongmang Mountains where spiritual energy gathers, they are not completely absent.

"Not in a hurry? You seem quite calm. How come you don't even want to resist now that you know you're going to die?"

In that case, I will give you a chance to kill me, but the moment you make a move is also the moment I make a move, so it depends on who of us is faster.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Yi Ming touched his left wrist and said with a smile.

"idiot!"

"How can it be that easy?" Yi Ming sneered.

An indifferent voice came out, Yi Ming's eyes twitched, and he looked towards the forest on the left.

Looking at them intently, Yi Ming wondered how much they had seen and whether they had noticed the Golden Snake on his wrist.

"There's something strange about this kid!"

It is obvious that the speed of taking out the flying shuttle from the magic bag is certainly not as fast as the speed of Yi Ming directly shooting out the invisible needle.

Yi Ming frowned and looked at the two of them. The young man was only at the middle stage of Qi Refining, so he did not take him seriously. However, the middle-aged cultivator was at the late stage of Qi Refining, and was at least at the eighth level of Qi Refining, which was two or three small realms higher than Yi Ming.

The seals in his hands changed, and the invisible needle force in the middle-aged monk's body exploded. Blood spurted out of the eleven needle holes crazily. Under Yi Ming's control, the invisible needles flowed along the middle-aged monk's blood vessels towards his heart.

However, it was normal for him to think that he had Yi Ming in his grasp. They had a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining on their side, and Yi Ming could not escape at all at this distance.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just take that Lingjue grass as an example. Wasn’t it discovered by that weird old man in an ordinary forest?

Yi Ming curled his lips. Although this middle-aged monk's reaction was not slow, he was hit by so many invisible needles in one breath, so he naturally would not give the other party a chance to catch his breath.

"No! There's danger!"

He didn't expect that this seemingly inexperienced youngster could actually threaten him! Under the terrifying pressure, he didn't care about attacking Yi Ming anymore. He twisted his body and wanted to leave.

"Stupid!" The last trace of vigilance in the middle-aged man's eyes disappeared. He moved the seal in his hand, and a shuttle flew out of his magic bag and stabbed towards Yi Ming's chest.

A trace of contempt flashed across the young monk's face, but the middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes, controlled the rhythm of his steps, and walked slowly forward without causing too much pressure on Yi Ming. "Of course, what good would it be if we killed you?"

At this time, the middle-aged cultivator was mobilizing the true energy in his body, trying his best to form obstacles in his body to prevent the invisible needle from moving forward, but his body was unable to move at all.

“Save me!”

The young monk's eyes were filled with shock. He was only at the middle stage of Qi Refining and could not feel the energy of the invisible needle at all. He only felt that eleven energy energies suddenly erupted from the middle-aged monk's body, seriously injuring the middle-aged monk. However, he had no idea how Yi Ming did it.

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