There was no response from below, and the lake surface had already restored its previous calm, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, Liu Ming gave a sneer, and a dark misty dragon suddenly rose up on his body. With a wave of one hand, the misty dragon came out, and fell into the water with a clear dragon moan.
With a "bang", a huge splash of water rose into the sky!
Amidst the water and light, a black figure jumped out, and behind him, a black foggy dragon hurriedly chased after him.
The black figure waved with one hand, and several light white water balls lit up in front of him, and they landed on the fog dragon one after another.
"You are finally able to give it up, I don't know why you want to attack yourself for no reason?" Liu Ming single-handedly swept away the mist dragon and turned back into a black air, and melted into his body in a flash.
The other party was a rather short man, wrapped in black clothes, with only a pair of green eyes exposed. He didn't seem to expect Liu Ming to ask this question, so he couldn't help but looked over in surprise.
"It seems that you are a newcomer who just came in? If so, then hand over your spirit to me!" The black-clothed man gave a hoarse and weird laugh, and when he moved his body, he wanted to do it again.
Upon hearing this, Liu Ming's gaze at the man immediately showed a hint of sarcasm.
Seeing Liu Ming's eyes, the black-clothed man felt a faint feeling in his heart for some reason. As soon as his thoughts turned, he immediately retreated without advancing.
But at this moment, the boundless black light suddenly rolled out from behind Liu Ming, just a reversal ahead, and it enveloped the space of several tens of meters.
The man in black only felt that his eyes were dark, and he fell into the space of hell. His five senses suddenly became blurred, and his heart was suddenly frightened and angry.
But this person, as a true pill-level cultivator, was just in a trance, and he immediately reacted. After a roar, his body suddenly burst open under the vain water and light, and countless water vapor evaporated, and in a blink of an eye, the hell space was scattered. Open.
But when he waited for him to see the situation clearly, a chill rolled in front of him, and his vision suddenly became confused, and the whole world suddenly turned upside down.
At the moment when he broke through the Netherworld, his head was cut off by a light golden flying sword that was almost unnoticeable. The speed was so fast that he did not feel the slightest pain.
With a "poof", his soul turned into a ball of green light and shot into the sky, and the one who wanted to be furious just fled away.
But the light golden flying sword that was cut off and revealed, just a circling, once again turned into dense golden sword energy and shot out, instantly piercing the soul through all kinds of holes, and finally turned into nothing with a scream.
At this time, with Liu Ming's one-handed move, the pale golden flying sword flew back to the center of his eyebrows with a "swish", and disappeared.
From urging the magical powers of the underworld to releasing the Void Flying Sword to kill the opponent and take it back, it took only three or four breaths.
At this moment, the headless corpse of the black-clothed man fell powerlessly, and the blood gushing from his neck left a trail of shadows in the air.
Liu Ming let out a long sigh, his expression loosened slightly.
He was able to kill a cultivator in the early stage of True Pill so easily, and he himself had some big accidents.
It seems that, firstly, the strength of this black man is also considered to be the lowest rank among the True Pill cultivators.
Second, the other party did not expect the strangeness of his underworld magical powers and the hiding of the Yuanling Flying Sword, so that he could be smashed with a single blow. Otherwise, as long as the black-clothed man is trapped in the underworld for the moment, Liu Ming will not be able to do so easily.
Liu Ming thought about it in his heart, his sleeves flicked, a black air rolled out, and the black-clothed man's body rolled back in front of him.
At this moment, the corpse suddenly became blurred for a while, and turned into a ferocious monster with a bird on the upper body and a fish on the lower body. The chest was covered with scales the size of nails.
"It turned out to be a demon repair."
Liu Ming murmured, and with a single hand, he rolled up a scaly storage charm from the corpse of the black-clothed man and took it directly into his hand.
His divine sense swept slightly in the talisman, and immediately shook his head in disappointment, and put it away.
Apart from a few spirit stones and some ordinary pill in this storage talisman, there is nothing else worth seeing, not even a top-grade spiritual weapon.
It seems that this demon cultivator is not really poor, it is most likely a conservative person among the demon race.
Speaking of which, due to their unusual talents, longevity, and their physical bodies are much stronger than humans, since the beginning of the ancient times, the people of the Monster Race initially disdained the use of external forces such as magic weapons and magic weapons. They thought this was a trick. , Is not the right way to practice.
"Instead of wasting time on foreign objects, it's better to spend more time cultivating natal supernatural powers."
This is an ancient proverb that is extremely popular among monsters. From ancient times to the present, many monsters have held this mindset. In fact, it makes sense. After all, once many monsters have cultivated to a certain level, they can go far. A super general magic weapon.
However, with the precipitation of countless years, countless monsters cultivators died under the opponent's endless magic weapon when fighting against human cultivators, and some of them were even cultivated far beyond the opponent's existence.
Under such enthusiasm, more and more monster races slowly began to change their minds and began to sacrifice magic treasures and spirit weapons with the help of external forces.
But to this day, there are still some demon clan members who still retain the ideas of the ancient demon clan, and are unwilling to use any magic weapons, but just practice hard and sacrifice their limbs into treasures.
After Liu Ming released several fireballs to dispose of the half-bird, half-fish corpse, he hung in the air, thinking quietly.
The words of this murloc made him quite concerned.
Compassionate, in terms of "the situation here" and "new man", he roughly guessed that there are many other monks here, and it seems that they have been locked up for a short period of time.
As for the purpose of Thunder Demon doing this, he couldn't guess it for a while.
"Forget it, now I can only take one step and see one step..."
After Liu Ming's face was uncertain, he shook his head and continued to drive the clouds forward with a pinch.
…
Two days later.
In a small valley, the sonorous voice is endless.
But seeing the top of the valley, the two human figures mingled with each other in time, and from time to time there were fierce rays of various colors chaotically, bursting out bursts of intense spatial fluctuations.
The rocks on both sides of the canyon were affected by the fierce battle between the two.
One of the figures, wearing a weird giant ape mask, is Liu Ming.
But seeing the flick of his finger, three golden sword auras shot out, and amidst the piercing sound of the air, they directly took the three vital points of the opponent.
However, at this moment, the three blood lights flashed, and they greeted the three sword auras respectively. Following the three sounds of "puff", "puff" and "puff", they immediately broke out when they collided with each other. There were bursts of brilliant and dazzling light.
Liu Ming's expression moved, black energy billowed from his body, and the whole person suddenly turned into a hazy black shadow, shooting straight into the air.
Almost at the same time, another blood shadow flashed in the air. Behind the bloody glow, one of the middle-aged men in blood-red costumes was exposed, holding a white whisk with a ruler in his hand.
Liu Ming gave a low cry, his hands blurred, and a dense black fist shadow hit the middle-aged man directly.
As soon as Fist Shadow walked halfway, she was immediately surrounded by a pale white glow, and melted into the invisible with a muffled sound.
At this moment, the middle-aged man only collected the dust, and his body also took two steps back at the same time.
"Friends of Taoist strength are unpredictable, you and I are both human monks, and there is no deep hatred. If you continue to fight, it will not be good for anyone. Why don't you just stop?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed a few times. Later, he flicked the dust in his hand, and did not continue to attack, but said lightly in his mouth.
"Okay, I have the same meaning here." Liu Ming was slightly startled when he heard the words, and after a little thought, he nodded and agreed:
"It's so good. I hope to see fellow Taoists again soon. There are not many human monks here." Hearing this, the middle-aged man showed a smile on his face, and after he arched his hand at Liu Ming, he slowed down. He flew back slowly, but his eyes remained fixed on Liu Ming's body.
After he had retreated more than a hundred feet, he turned around, flicked the dust in his hand, turned into a white light, and flew quickly towards the distant sky.
Liu Ming also fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man, waiting for him to disappear to the horizon before revealing a thoughtful look.
This middle-aged man was a cultivator in the early stage of True Pill, but his rich combat experience and his strength were completely different from the previous black demon cultivator.
Like Liu Ming, this person not only has many secret skills, but his body is also extremely powerful. As for the whisk in his hand, it is also a prototype of a magic weapon with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
After fighting for more than ten moves between the two, they knew that unless they really used desperate means, there would be no results if they continued to fight, and the mana would be wasted in vain.
Only then will the other party take the initiative to stop.
Liu Ming's eyes flickered a few times or, suddenly, he turned around and galloped in the opposite direction of the middle-aged man.
Since there are no changes in day and night in this secret realm, according to his rough estimation, he has been here for almost three or four days, and through the several strangers encountered during this period, he finally vaguely concluded Some things are clarified.
Everything was similar to what he had guessed. It turned out that the monks of all races in the secret realm somewhere in Leichi Mountain were all caught by Thunder Demon and Nanban Iron Demon Zongyan, another Heavenly Elephant Realm.
If you want to go back to the person who was first arrested, it would be no less than ten years ago.
But what is strange is that all the monks of all races who were thrown here, various treasures and spirit instruments and other things that they carried with them were not found, and the two powerful celestial elephants and monster races never interfered with anything that happened in the secret realm.
However, the spiritual energy of the world here is much thinner than the outside world, and the speed of mana recovery is relatively slow. Therefore, in addition to borrowing the pill talisman, some demon cultivators will also kill other monks, snatch the pill spirit stones and extract the spirits. Feed yourself.
As a result, it also created a situation where there were dangers and constant struggles. There were some monks of various races in the original secret realm who had been chased by these true pill realm existences.
Liu Ming now is probably the only true pill cultivator in this secret realm.