Seeking the Way of Immortality

You should know that poisonous insects, in addition to being highly toxic, are also rare treasures of heaven and earth, especially some high-level poisonous insects, which can even completely defeat any existence at the same level. Except for a few ancient bloodlines, they have almost no opponents to fear.

Their leather armor is very rare whether it is used for refining or medicine, and its value is insignificant.

Another point is that existences like poisonous insects cannot condense Yuanying, but can only condense poison cores, which are also the essence of their poison.

Therefore, these monks who stayed behind not only had no fear, but were in high spirits, but their faces were all very cautious without exception.

In addition to his cautious expression, Wu Zheng's speed did not slow down at all.

This time he chose a fourth-level 'Golden Winged Centipede'. It was not enough for him to absorb and refine poison gas occasionally. Such a good place with toxicity is not common in the outside world, so it is necessary to reserve some poison cores.

The golden-winged centipede is very rare. It has countless golden giant feet under its abdomen and two pairs of wings on its back. Its overall speed can even be compared with Wu Zheng.

Therefore, the two of them are evenly matched, and the battle is in full swing for a while.

Over there, Dugu Aojian also found an opponent, a 'green-eyed golden-eyed clam'. He raised his hand and an unparalleled sword energy was seen. The fourth-level poisonous insect was directly chased and beaten by him. The foundation of the first family was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Elsewhere, Bi Xuanyu was fighting a huge mosquito with a straw, but until this time he still did not use the magic weapon, and looking at his fighting state, he seemed to be at ease. Obviously, he did not use his full strength.

Yes, no one would be stupid enough to use their full strength at this time. After all, after walking this road, there are still countless dangers waiting for them in the secret realm. At this time, going all out is undoubtedly seeking death.

With the participation of the great monks, the pressure on those Jindan-stage monks was undoubtedly reduced a lot. At this time, the first-, second-, and third-level poisonous insects could no longer pose any threat to them. There was only a one-sided slaughter.

Countless poisonous cores and materials from poisonous insects entered their storage rings at this moment.

Elsewhere, every time the demon commanders attacked, they would bring a fatal blow to the poisonous insects, as if they were born to restrain the poisonous insects, relaxed and comfortable.

Every time the great monks attacked, the vitality of heaven and earth would inevitably be turbulent, and at the same time, they would also bring a fatal blow to the poisonous insects. The magical powers such as space confinement, shrinking the earth into an inch, and big handprints were used one after another. These poisonous insects were no threat at all in front of them.

It was at this moment that Wu Zheng realized that the great cultivators were extraordinary. Since his debut, every great cultivator he had killed had used all his means, and most of them were independent cultivators. This time was different. Those who were qualified to enter the "Taiqing Secret Realm" were all sect cultivators. Independent cultivators were not qualified at all, and even some ancient races far away from the Central Region were not qualified to participate.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something else, the giants did not participate, and the monsters of the Chijin Mountains did not participate. It can be said that Wu Zheng had almost no help here.

After all, he didn't have much contact with Dugu Aojian, so he didn't know how he behaved, and relying on others was always unreliable.

His figure flashed, and his speed suddenly increased. The purple spear in his hand suddenly appeared, and the spear tapped continuously. The huge force of thousands of pounds hit the eyes of the golden-winged centipede and hit it.

The golden-winged centipede felt pain, screamed, and its wings flashed continuously. The void shook, and its giant feet flew into the air, trying to catch Wu Zheng.

How could Wu Zheng give it a chance? He dodged again, and the purple spear instantly swung onto its back, killing it.

It may sound long, but it was actually just a moment. After all, most of the poisonous insects here were at the early stage of the fourth level, and Wu Zheng had made considerable achievements in body refining. In addition, the poisonous gas of the golden-winged centipede did not harm him at all, so it was only a matter of time to kill it.

Before everyone could react, Wu Zheng had already put the body of the golden-winged centipede into the Hun Tian Ding at lightning speed.

He found another opponent in an instant.

At the same time, a group of great monks took action, and the light of their magical powers covered the entire sky, and even the light of the colorful miasma was looming and blurred.

In less than a cup of tea, the poisonous insects below the third level had been killed by the low-level monks of the human and demon races. They had gradually approached the battlefield in the middle, and several people in a group began to besiege the fourth-level poisonous insects.

Roar!

With a loud bang, a black giant snake more than ten feet long rose into the air, its huge tail turning like lightning, and a group of cultivators in the early stage of the Nascent Soul were directly swept away from the battlefield and injured.

Before Wu Zheng's purple spear touched the giant snake's body, a huge force surged and shook him back.

"Not good, this venomous snake has advanced to the late stage of the fourth stage, and we can't fight it."

"Quickly retreat, the seven-colored miasma is looming, this battle is not trivial."

"Humph, I didn't expect there would be such a thing here."

"Let's go together, I think there are not many such things."

"Not bad."

Several great cultivators echoed, and some cultivators with slightly lower cultivation retreated, leaving the battlefield to the great cultivators and the demons.

It took nearly an incense stick of time, and under the joint efforts of the great cultivators of the human and demon races, the giant snake comparable to the old monster of the God of Transformation was finally killed, and several great cultivators were more or less slightly injured.

The less powerful cultivators who withdrew from the battlefield showed their power. While the old monsters were fighting, they had killed some of the fourth-order early and middle-stage poisonous insects on the periphery, and had a great harvest.

With the large-scale death of poisonous insects, the seven-colored miasma that everyone was worried about did not appear. Instead, the five-colored miasma seemed listless, as if it had suffered heavy losses.

A battle finally ended with the joint efforts of the human and demon races.

Both the human and demon races suffered a lot of damage to varying degrees. The original team of more than 2,000 people was now less than 2,000, and the demon race had consumed nearly 10% of its members.

The casualties of the human race were several times that of the demon race. The overall strength of the demon race can be imagined.

Even Tucker, Snow and others had almost no damage. They were surrounded by demonic energy, making it difficult for people to see their status.

There were already a lot of poisonous insect corpses piled up in Wu Zheng's Hun Tian Ding, with dozens of fourth-order poisonous insects and hundreds of third-order poisonous insect corpses. It can be seen that his harvest was not small.

Elsewhere, the colorful light was hazy and unclear. A building with a radius of only one mile stood in front of everyone like an ancient giant beast.

Everyone knew that this was just an appearance. There must be a Xumi space inside the building, which must contain endless crises.

The colorful light was diffused, and the rumbling sound had disappeared. The ancient building just stood there quietly, but at this time no cultivator dared to take a step forward. They all stopped at a place about one mile away from the building and waited quietly.

"Wu Zheng, do your best to restore your cultivation." Yu Deshui said in a deep voice.

Wu Zheng nodded, knowing that it was time for him to go on stage.

Without too much nonsense, he sat cross-legged and began to recover. Don't think that Wu Zheng relaxed his vigilance at this time. In fact, the purple spear was placed on his legs, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

I don't know why, at this time, the cultivators of the human and demon races all stayed away from Wu Zheng, as if to avoid suspicion. Only Yu Deshui sat cross-legged not far away, and his men all guarded him.

The rolling vitality was like a tide. Not only Wu Zheng was practicing, but all the cultivators were actually recovering their strength. Even the demons who were not injured much were holding unknown black stones and began to practice.

There were no insects chirping, no birds singing, only the sound of the rolling vitality.

Wu Zheng, who everyone thought was exhausted, had already recovered his cultivation, but he did not wake up, but was refining the poison gas he had just absorbed.

The ‘Rotten Bone Fluorescence’ was running slowly, refining the hard-won poison gas. The ‘Rotten Bone Fluorescence’, which was only the size of a fingernail, had now grown to a considerable size, as big as a longan, following the dark attribute golden elixir.

The nine spirit beads seemed to have seen something interesting and surrounded the ‘Rotten Bone Fluorescence’.