The winding path starts from the shore and extends towards the islands in the sea, appearing and disappearing in the mist.
Having arrived at this place again, Yin Ming secretly breathed a deep sigh of relief, trying to calm his inner unease.
"Yin Ming, what are we doing here?"
Yin Ming's lips curved into a casual smile, which seemed somewhat perfunctory. "I want to find a contracted magical beast."
"Oh, I see. I thought you were looking for..."
Ling Yao's words came to an abrupt halt, and he remained silent for a long time. Yin Ming couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, his expression slightly puzzled, and asked, "What did you think I was looking for?"
"It's nothing. Shall we go in now?" Lingyao shook his head. Actually, he initially thought that Yinming had come to see Liuying.
Thankfully, it wasn't.
Yin Ming frowned slightly, as if he had made up his mind, before nodding heavily and taking the first step.
Long Cheng had just dropped them off at the shore when he rushed back, and no one knew what was going on. But since he was busy, Yin Ming wouldn't keep him on the dangerous journey.
Yin Ming hadn't even wanted him to come and deliver it, fearing it would delay his urgent business. But Long Cheng kept saying it was fine, so Yin Ming went along with it.
It's good that he went back. After all, the main characters in today's scene are Yin Ming and Ling Yao. It's good that the others aren't there, so as not to limit Yin Ming's acting skills later.
Since the guards had not designated a location, Yin Ming could only lead Ling Yao around aimlessly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to ask, but the guard disappeared after saying just two sentences, and Yin Ming didn't even have time to ask.
The two wandered aimlessly through the Forbidden Forest. Just as Yin Ming couldn't stand the aimless wandering anymore and wanted to send Ling Yao away so that the guards could come out and explain the detailed plan, he suddenly felt a chilling gaze fixed firmly on him.
Yin Ming immediately tensed up. The aura of that gaze gave him a brutal and bloodthirsty feeling. Most importantly, he was completely enveloped by that aura and could not escape.
Yin Ming could only protect the solemn-faced Ling Yao behind him, and the two retreated step by step, looking for a possible opportunity to escape.
When the towering figure of the demonic beast appeared before him, Yin Ming felt a moment of suffocation.
The monster resembled a tiger, with wings on its back and scarlet eyes. When it roared with its head raised, Yin Ming could barely withstand the oppressive feeling.
This appears to be Qiongqi, one of the Four Fiends in ancient mythology!
Most importantly, this is an eighth-realm magical beast!
What can we do? Yin Ming and Ling Yao are only at the high level of the seventh realm, and they are no match for this thing.
Yin Ming frowned deeply. Or was this the elder's plan?
After all, this magical beast locked onto Yin Ming right away, as if it was specifically targeting him.
Aside from it being arranged by the elders, Yin Ming couldn't think of any other possibility. It couldn't just be that they didn't like him and wanted to beat him up, could it?
Should he just lie down and pretend to be dead?
But now the Soul Ring is fake, so no matter how much I pretend to be dead, it won't look convincing.
Yin Ming was getting annoyed. He had no idea what the elder's plan was, and that guard hadn't explained himself clearly either! Annoying!
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his body. Yin Ming looked down and found that he was wearing a dark suit of armor.
Subconsciously turning his head to look behind him, Ling Yao had already summoned the Lingming Sword, stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yin Ming, and stood ready for battle with a solemn expression.
“Ayao, this is your armor…” Yin Ming wanted to take off the black iron armor and return it to Lingyao, but Lingyao held his hand down.
"Yin Ming, wear it."
Yin Ming looked up and met his unquestionable gaze, pursed his lips, and did not refuse, "Okay."
Remembering something, Yin Ming turned to look at the eighth-realm magical beast and tentatively spoke into the microphone: "Brother magical beast, we were unaware that this was your territory. We apologize for the intrusion. We will leave now..."
Before Yin Ming could finish speaking, the Eighth Realm Demonic Beast charged forward with bloodshot eyes, its gaping maw instantly forming a ball of resentment half a meter in diameter.
The energy contained in that ball of resentment was too powerful. Yin Ming shouted "WTF" in his heart, quickly pushed Ling Yao aside, and rolled to the left to barely dodge the attack.
What's wrong with this monster? It can transform into human form even though it's at the eighth level. It won't do so even though we can have friendly exchanges, it won't give us a chance. Yin Ming didn't do anything unforgivable, did he?
Besides, why can't we discuss things properly? To come here and refuse to give us a way out is truly unreasonable.
Or is it really that it was arranged by the elders, and the only instruction they received was to do it, which is why they refused to communicate?
The Eight Realms Beast didn't give Yin Ming much time to think. Seeing that the two had dodged its attack, the madness surging in its eyes became even more rampant.
It roared and flapped its wings rapidly, creating gusts of wind. At the same time, it continuously condensed spheres of resentment in its mouth and hurled them at Yin Ming and his companion.
The speed of the resentment ball was already almost too fast to dodge, and now the hurricane also hindered his movements. Before long, Yin Ming had several scratches on his body.
He was even hit in the chest by a ball of resentment once. Fortunately, he was protected by the Xuan Tie Battle Armor, so it did not cause any vital injuries. However, the force of the attack was still quite painful.
Lingyao on the other side wasn't much better off, also in a sorry state, constantly dodging. Fortunately, he was fast enough that he had no wounds.
When Ling Yao saw the several cuts on Yin Ming's sleeve and the long, narrow bloodstain on his cheek, his pupils contracted and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
A surge of light appeared in his hand as Lingyao swallowed several bottles of potions to enhance his combat power and speed. His fair palm swept across the Lingming Sword, leaving a trail of crimson.
After absorbing Lingyao's blood, the black aura on the Lingming Sword surged, and resentment from heaven and earth poured into the sword continuously.
The resentment that the sword could bear had reached its peak. Lingyao raised the Lingming Sword high and swung it fiercely at the wings of the eighth-realm demon beast.
With a flash of light, a bloody gash appeared on the right wing of the Eighth Realm Demon Beast, and it immediately let out a painful howl, ceasing its flapping of wings.
Seeing this, Lingyao quickly drew his sword and leaped several times on the ground before finally diving and jumping onto the top of the monster's head.
He raised his Spirit Cry Sword to stab the demon beast in the head, but the beast noticed and immediately used its other intact wing to swat him away.
As if angered by its injury, the Eighth Realm Demonic Beast roared and opened its mouth to condense a ball of resentment more than a meter in diameter, which it smashed straight at Ling Yao's chest.
Before Lingyao had fully landed, the sphere of resentment arrived almost immediately. Yin Ming, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt a sudden tightness in his heart and instinctively leaped up to shield Lingyao with his body.
"boom--"
This attack was more powerful than any of the previous ones, and when it collided with Yin Ming's black iron armor, it even produced a piercing roar.
The Xuan Tie armor only managed to withstand three-quarters of the resentment before letting out a mournful cry and cracking inch by inch. The remaining resentment slammed into Yin Ming's back.
Blood dripped onto Lingyao's body in an instant, and the metallic smell of iron once again filled his nostrils, just like that time at Shenyin Mountain, when Yin Ming was pierced by several arrows to protect him.
"Yin Ming?!"
Lingyao's voice trembled uncontrollably, but this time, there was no response.
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