The Jinque Snake was seriously injured. It was originally the early stage of the Xuan level, but now it was full of holes and was so weak that it could only exert its combat power in the middle stage of the Yellow level.

Fortunately, after swallowing the Lingjue Grass, Yi Ming could sense the instinctive feelings of the Golden Que Snake. When it digested the medicinal power of this spiritual plant, although it could not recover its original strength, it would be fine to restore it to the late stage of the yellow level.

As for when it can be restored to the early stage of the Xuan level, it depends on how many cultivation resources Yi Ming provides to it in the future. As we all know, ferocious beasts need much more cultivation resources than cultivators.

"This is all for the future. At least in a few days, I will have a powerful thug in the late stage of the yellow level." Yi Ming said in his heart.

He reached out and stroked his left wrist. A foot long golden snake coiled around it, and the scales shone brightly under the sunlight, looking like a golden bracelet, gorgeous and gorgeous.

He pulled down his sleeves and covered the Jinque snake. Yi Ming stood up and felt energetic, so he was ready to leave along the forest.

Such a big incident happened in Shanqian Town just now. I am afraid that many monks will appear one after another. Not to mention that the Second Immortal Church will not be willing, but to say that the Chongtian Sect in Wan Chunhua's mouth will also send someone to investigate.

Yi Ming didn't want to join in this kind of fun. As the saying goes, the gods and immortals are suffering from fighting. He is just a helpless mid-stage qi cultivation cultivator. If someone is interested in discovering the Golden Que Snake and misunderstood that he is from the Two Immortal Sect, where can he reason?

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

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the Lingjue grass, wasn’t it the weird old man found in ordinary mountains and forests?

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

"Don't worry? It seems that you are quite calm. Why do you know that you will die, and you don't even want to resist?"

A faint voice came out, Yi Ming's eyes hopped and he looked at the forest on the left.

The two monks turned out not far away. Yi Ming narrowed his eyes, but the second of the many monks who had intercepted him before the Poisonous Miasma Valley. There were still seven people at that time, but now there are only two people left.

"I didn't expect that your kid is lucky. Brother Mo was trapped in the valley and was killed by the Second Immortal Sect. You kid came out safely?"

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

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

Looking at them steadily, Yi Ming guessed how many they had seen and whether they had discovered the Golden Snake on their wrists.

You know, he had removed all his previous disguise at this time and exposed the news that he had the Golden Snake with his original appearance, which was a great danger to him.

"Boy, hand over all your harvest in the valley. We will spare you forever, otherwise we will make you worse than death!" The young man's eyes were full of mockery, as if he could not bear to eat Yi Ming.

However, he thought it was normal for him to eat Yi Ming. There was a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Yi Ming could not escape this distance at all.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Yi Ming's muscles twitched, and he swallowed, and a hint of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes. He took two steps back without hesitation, "I'll give you all these things, will you really let me go?"

A trace of contempt flashed across the young monk's face, but the middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes, controlling the rhythm of his steps, and slowly stepped forward without putting too much pressure on Yi Ming. "Of course, what's the benefit of killing you?"

Yi Ming nodded, saying that what you said made sense, then took two steps back, reached out and lifted up the hem of his clothes, and went to untie the magic bag on his waist.

"idiot!"

"madness!"

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

But at this moment, the middle-aged monk felt a huge crisis, so great that he felt that he was about to die the next moment.

"Not good! There is danger!"

"This kid is weird!"

His perception of crisis was more than that of ordinary monks. This kind of induction saved him many times. The incident in the Poison Miasma Valley just now made him feel the danger of being invisible, so he stayed outside and escaped.

When he saw Yi Ming, he instinctively felt that Yi Ming was not simple, but thinking about it, Yi Ming only had the mid-stage cultivation level of Qi Refining, and was scared by them just now, and had to retreat into the valley. Although he was lucky, he was not a dangerous person.

That's why he thought that his feelings for Yi Ming were just a sequelae of the valley incident just now, and it was not that Yi Ming could pose a threat to him. In addition to the constant instigation of his companions around him, he decided to kill Yi Ming and make a vote.

He didn't expect that this young man who seemed to be a fledgling child would really threaten his strength!

Under the terrifying pressure, he didn't care about attacking Yi Ming anymore. He twisted his body and wanted to leave from the spot.

"How is it so easy?" Yi Ming sneered.

The middle-aged monk approached slowly, his speed faster than his retreat. How could he not attract Yi Ming's attention?

Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance to kill me. However, the moment you take action, it depends on who we are getting closer.

The matter is obvious. The speed of sacrificing the shuttle from the magic treasure bag is certainly not as fast as Yi Ming's direct shooting of the invisible needle.

"middle!"

Eighteen invisible needles shot out from the sky. Although the middle-aged monk avoided the vital points of his heart, he was also hit by eleven of his body, which made him shocked his whole body.

Yi Ming curled his lips. Although the middle-aged monk did not react slowly, he naturally would not give the other party a chance to breathe a sigh of relief after being hit by so many invisible needles.

The seal technique in his hand changed, and the invisible needle force in the middle-aged monk's body exploded, and eleven pinholes blew blood crazily. Under Yi Ming's control, the invisible needle rushed towards his heart along the blood vessels of the middle-aged monk.

"Save me!" the middle-aged monk's eyes were so bitter that he shouted loudly.

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

At this time, the middle-aged monk was regulating the true energy of his whole body, and with all his strength formed obstacles in his body to prevent the advance of the invisible needles in his body, but his body could not move at all.

"Save me!"
Chapter completed!