Longevity: Start by refreshing your entries through farming

After achieving his goal, Qin Ming said goodbye to Huangfu Qi.

To be honest, the power of the spell just now was so great that he would believe it if it was cast by the Jindan Patriarch.

It can only be described as terrifying.

Now, a 100% replica of that spell is quietly lying in Qin Ming's storage bag, turning into a purple leaf.

It can be used at any time, waiting for a destined person.

With this trump card, Qin Ming suddenly became much tougher.

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Qin Ming drove the Lingguang shuttle and flew towards the direction of Qingyang Market.

Along the way, he maintained a moderate speed, which was more energy-saving.

If he flew at full speed, although the speed was comparable to that of the foundation-building period.

But the consumption of mana was so terrifying that even Qin Ming could only last half an hour.

Just when he was halfway.

"Huh?"

Qin Ming frowned, and he suddenly sensed the fluctuations of a battle not far away.

In a valley hundreds of feet away.

More than a dozen Lingyu Sect cultivators were surrounding and killing several independent cultivators, and the area nearby was covered by a blue misty formation.

If Qin Ming's spiritual awareness was not strong, he would have overlooked it.

"Don't let any of them go!"

"The news must not leak out!"

"Kill them all!"

The leader, wearing the clothes of the core disciples of Lingyu Sect, was killing wantonly with a magic sword in his hand.

The people on the other side were wearing the clothes of the miners of Lingyu Sect. Their cultivation levels were high and low. At first glance, they were independent cultivators who were recruited.

They were fighting desperately, but they were trapped by the cultivators of Lingyu Sect with a formation, and they were trapped in a jar for a while.

A fat black young man among the Lingyu Sect held a black giant hammer magic weapon, emitting the perfect magic power fluctuations of the Qi training period.

He approached the struggling miners and sneered, "Run? Why don't you run?"

"Since you guys have found us."

"Then you can only blame your bad luck!"

After that, he drove the giant hammer magic weapon to fly out and hit a miner hard.

The miner was panicked when he saw the giant hammer coming, and he quickly raised a round shield magic weapon to resist desperately.

But he was hit on the head by the giant hammer, and a cloud of blood mist exploded.

"Old He!!"

The other miners seemed to have a deep affection for each other. Seeing their friends being killed, their eyes were bloodshot.

They all started to fight desperately. They knew that they could not escape from this formation, and even wanted to die together.

"Hahaha, what a sneak attack!"

"I'm afraid Lei Yuanzong never dreamed that Lingyu Sect actually concealed a cultivator with a perfect foundation of heavenly spiritual roots, who was secretly breaking through the Jindan stage with the help of the third-level spiritual vein energy."

"There is no need to exploit resources on a large scale."

"When other sects react, it will be too late to regret!"

A white-haired old man among the scattered miners just laughed miserably, and was beheaded by the young man from Lingyu Sect who led the group with a spell.

"I told you to talk too much!" The young cultivator said with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth.

Then he turned around and continued to kill.

Qin Ming's heart trembled.

He had no idea of ​​seeing injustice and drawing his sword to help.

It was better to run away when he accidentally ran into such a thing.

Qin Ming made a light noise, and with the help of the cover of clouds and mist, he prepared to take a detour to leave.

"Who is it!"

In an instant, a purple magic sword attacked and took Qin Ming's head!

The magic array seemed to have a wide range of influence. As soon as Qin Ming approached, he was captured by the array.

The cultivators of Lingyu Sect quickly cleaned up the group of scattered cultivators and turned into dozens of escape lights to chase after him.

There were four cultivators who had reached the perfect stage of Qi training, and the others were also in the middle and late stages.

Qin Ming was just about to use all his strength to control the spiritual light shuttle and rush out.

The leading young cultivator snorted coldly and waved the array chess in his hand.

The range of the blue misty array suddenly expanded, covering Qin Ming.

Suddenly!

Countless fierce spells attacked behind him.

The people of Lingyu Sect got closer and saw Qin Ming's face clearly.

"It turned out to be a spiritual farmer from the sect."

"I thought it was some blind guy."

Qin Ming knew that if he didn't get rid of these people, it would be difficult for him to get away today.

His eyes turned cold, and he pinched the formula in his hand and pointed to the air.

In an instant.

The wind was rising and the clouds were surging. A black thundercloud covering hundreds of feet suddenly appeared in the sky, with lightning and thunder.

At first.

The cultivators of Lingyu Sect were frightened by the might.

After they found out that it was Lingyu Jue, they all breathed a sigh of relief and laughed out loud: "Hahahahaha!"

"This kid was so anxious that he even used Lingyu Jue!"

"What's the matter? Are you going to give us a bath?"

As soon as the words fell.

In the dark clouds, heavy rain fell.

The cultivators of Lingyu Sect deployed their magic shields to avoid the rain and rushed straight towards Qin Ming!

But they were just halfway through their flight.

A series of transparent poisonous thorns as thin as hairs, mixed in the rain, ignored the magic shields and defensive magic tools, and sank into their bodies.

A strange scene appeared.

More than a dozen cultivators of Lingyu Sect were struck by lightning in mid-air, their bodies stiffened, and they all fell down.

Then, countless thorny vines fell from the clouds and pounced on the corpses below, madly absorbing the essence, blood, and souls, turning into blood beads.

Even two of the Qi training stage perfect cultivators were hit and fell straight down!

Qin Ming waved his hand and collected the blood beads.

In just a moment.

Only the fat black monk who raised the magic hammer and the leading young core disciple were left at the scene.

The leading young core disciple noticed something was wrong and was horrified. He shouted: "No! It's a soul attack!"

Qin Ming clearly saw that the transparent poisonous thorns were about to approach the leading young monk.

A foot-long silver brocade handkerchief flew out of his arms automatically, covering the two of them like a conditioned reflex.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, stared at the brocade handkerchief, and muttered: "There is actually a soul defense magic weapon to protect him."

It seems that this is another disciple of high status.

Qin Ming immediately put away the Yinsha Hanyu.

He flashed and left a residual image on the spot.

Instantly, he came above the two.

Qin Ming's fist flashed with a three-inch long blood and qi, and he punched the fat black young monk!

The fat black monk reacted and also made a hand gesture, and the black giant hammer suddenly doubled in size in the air.

It smashed down towards Qin Ming like a mountain!

Boom!

A loud noise was heard.

Qin Ming knocked the giant hammer magic weapon away with just one punch, and his speed did not slow down at all.

Then his fist hit the fat black monk's head hard.

Bang!

The fat black monk's head and the entire upper body suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

The body fell like a rag.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The leading young man pinched a sword gesture, and several green sword beams attacked Qin Ming from different directions.

There were even two that bypassed Qin Ming's vision, drew an arc in the air, and attacked from behind.

Qin Ming was not afraid at all, and his powerful spiritual consciousness spread out.

Just when several sword beams pierced him, Qin Ming casually stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Clang!

He grabbed the body of the green magic sword in his hand!

Buzz buzz buzz!

The green magic sword was tightly grasped by Qin Ming, and the sword body kept shaking, and began to whimper.

Puff!

The leading young monk not far away had his magic weapon broken, spitting out a mouthful of old blood, his face horrified.

Without saying anything, he drove the flying magic weapon and fled.

But.

No matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the top-grade spiritual light shuttle?

Qin Ming caught up with him in a few breaths.

Without any delay, he punched him into the nearby rock wall, and the terrifying force directly killed him.

Qin was about to go over to search for the storage bag.

His face changed, and he sensed a more powerful breath rushing towards this side.

"Foundation Building Stage?"

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