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Chapter 619: Fifth-level Demon Rice, Undercurrent Surges

When Qin Ming and the other person passed through the heavy fog and arrived at the Valley of Four Winds.

Only then did he discover that quite a few cultivators had gathered in the swamp, including some in the Nascent Soul stage.

However, these cultivators no longer pose a threat to Qin Ming and can be killed with ease.

In addition to those who ventured here to try their luck, there were even monks from the Netherworld Sect waiting on high alert.

In the swamps of the Valley of the Four Winds.

Probably because of the dark fog and strong wind that had just blown by, the surroundings, which were originally pitch dark, became much clearer.

Qin Ming also found several old acquaintances here, who were the four Nascent Soul stage neighbors who lived near his cave.

Yao Chenzi, Shi Susu and the other three also noticed Qin Ming's arrival and turned around to greet him:

"Friend Li, I didn't expect you to come too."

Qin Ming couldn't help but curl his lips, thinking that these new neighbors were so unkind.

Not long ago, they were still drinking Yuanying-level spirit wine in their own cave. Now that the fifth-level opportunity magic spike spirit rice appeared, they were not invited to come.
Yao Chenzi's eyes rolled, probably because he was afraid that Qin Ming would misunderstand and be unhappy, so he quickly explained: "Don't blame me, Brother Li. We went out to look for the ancient secret realm some time ago, and when we came back, we happened to run into the cultivators gathering here, so we just happened to come and take a look."

"I didn't expect that the legendary 'Devil's Rice' would mature. I really didn't mean to not inform Fellow Daoist Li."

"We are all neighbors, so if there is any benefit, I will naturally think of you, Li Daoyou, haha."

Shi Susu, Luo Jinghong, and Que Tianyin all had the same idea and nodded towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming also understood, and immediately felt relieved: "Haha! It seems like it's really a coincidence. Qin also rushed here after hearing some rumors, but he didn't expect to meet you guys."

Followed by.

Yao Chenzi pointed to the direction of the swamp not far away and said, "There are indeed several fifth-level magic rice plants growing in that place, and they are about to mature. But there are many forces coveting this spiritual object of heaven and earth, not just us!"

"In addition to the independent cultivators who were observing in secret, there are also people from the Netherworld Sect and several Yuanying Zhenjun cultivators from the Hidden Mist Alliance. I'm afraid that after a few days, even if the spiritual rice is ripe, it will be difficult for us to fight for it."

“And the one sent by the Netherworld Cult this time is the late Nascent Soul cultivator, the True Lord Poison Dragon. This person is ruthless and has extremely powerful magical powers. It is not an easy task to obtain the magic rice under his nose.”

Hearing this, Qin Ming couldn't help but ask: "If that's the case, why do so many independent cultivators and fellow Taoists here still risk waiting here?"

At this time.

Before Yao Chenzi could speak, the usually taciturn poison cultivator Luo Jinghong spoke first:

"A powerful demon beast must be guarding a fifth-level spiritual object like the Demonic Spike Spiritual Rice. The swamp here is filled with poisonous fog. Even the divine consciousness of people like me in the Nascent Soul stage cannot clearly detect the situation inside."

"Moreover, the place where the magic rice grows has soul-devouring blood leeches parasitizing its roots, and the mud contains the 'Nine Yin Marrow Erosion Water' that has been accumulated for thousands of years. Even a Yuanying stage cultivator will die instantly if he touches it."

"That's why there are so many monks waiting nearby, waiting for the chaos to happen and hoping to get a piece of the action."

Qin Ming nodded when he heard this, and then he used his spiritual power to look inside the valley.

His divine consciousness was comparable to that of a late-stage spirit transformation master. He could see everything within a hundred miles and was hardly affected by anything.

Everything in the Valley of the Four Winds came into his sight.

He only saw a valley full of corpses in the swamp, with a few three-foot-tall spiritual rice plants growing. The area was full of green poisonous miasma, and underneath was a piece of extremely cold black mud. He could feel that even a Yuanying stage cultivator would melt immediately if he touched it.
And on those magic rice plants, each plant only produced nine large and round black spiritual rice grains, emitting a rich and amazing layer of heaven and earth vitality.

Obviously, whether it is the righteous or evil cultivators, they can use this spiritual rice to strengthen their cultivation.
However, when Qin Ming was scanning with his powerful divine sense, he unexpectedly discovered something.

It was just as Luo Jinghong said, under the swamp where the magic rice grew, there was a huge monster hidden.

However, due to the dark fog unique to the Thousand Machines Swamp and the obstruction of the Nine Yin Erosion Water, even Qin Ming's powerful divine sense could not see clearly for a moment.

He became alert and immediately said to the four people in front of him: "Fellow Daoist Luo is right. There is a big monster hiding under the swamp water ahead. We'd better stay away from it."

Hearing Qin Ming say this, Yao Chenzi and the others were surprised, and they suppressed their greed and immediately stepped back a distance, ready to wait and see what would happen. After all, among the few people, Qin Ming and Que Tianyin had the highest cultivation.

A few days later.

Above the swamp of the Valley of the Four Winds, a sudden flash of light appeared.

I saw that on those magical magic ears of rice, the originally inky-colored rice was emitting an extremely tempting aroma.

Then, three blood lines suddenly appeared on the nine peanut-sized grains of inky black spiritual rice. Through the transparent surface, one could vaguely see a dark golden core shaped like a skull inside.

In an instant, these fifth-level spiritual plants fully matured.

Qin Ming had a bad feeling in his heart, so he secretly informed the four people around him whose expressions were becoming increasingly fanatical to stay awake.

However, the next moment, there were monks nearby who could not resist the temptation and rushed directly towards the magic rice plants regardless of their lives.

"No one can compete with me for this fifth-level spiritual object!"

Several figures of Jindan stage cultivators flew away, but before they could get close.

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly descended, and several people's eyes instantly burst open, their bodies swelled and exploded like balls, and they were all crushed into balls of blood mist by this force.
"Humph! How dare a mere ant get his hands on such a spiritual object? You don't even know how to write the word death."

Along with a cold snort, the figure of an old man in a black robe with a sinister face slowly emerged.

It was exactly the late Nascent Soul great cultivator of the Netherworld Sect mentioned by Yao Chenzi—True Lord Poison Dragon.

This person is also well-known in Qianji City. He has mastered the Black Water Magic Skills to perfection and is said to be planning to reach the state of great perfection.

"Fellow Daoist Dulong, you have committed too many sins of killing. You kill people at every turn. Aren't you afraid of retribution in the future?"

As the words fell, a middle-aged monk in a robe and holding a feather fan appeared from the dark mist. He was also in the late Nascent Soul stage.

Judging from his attire, he is a great monk from the Wuyin Sanmeng.

Seeing that the independent cultivators died for no reason at the hands of True Lord Poison Dragon, he, a high-ranking leader of the Independent Alliance, had to show up.

"Humph! Wu Yangzi, you'd better mind your own business. The Thousand Machine Poison Swamp is our sect's territory. Could it be that you are planning to rebel by disbanding the alliance?"

"Or do you want to learn a few magical skills from me?"

The Poison Dragon Lord had a sinister look in his eyes, full of murderous intent.

Obviously, the fifth-level magic rice is of great importance, and he doesn't want any accidents to happen.

If there is a disagreement, he will decide to fight it out.

And then right then.

Just when the two great Nascent Soul stage monks from the Netherworld Sect and the Sanmeng Alliance were testing each other with verbal attacks.

Wow!
Suddenly, the dark water swamp below began to surge violently, and then a demonic aura began to spread.

The swamp waters within a radius of several thousand feet began to wriggle, as if something huge was about to emerge from it.

next moment.

boom!
A huge black centipede, a thousand feet long, crawled out from the mud.

He exudes the powerful and terrifying aura of a fifth-level demon lord!
Lord Poison Dragon of the Netherworld Cult and Wu Yangzi of the Mist Hidden Alliance were horrified when they saw this scene.

But before they could escape, they saw a fifth-level centipede demon king, with three pairs of black wings spread out from his back, and spurted out poisonous liquid from his mouth, instantly melting the two late-stage Yuanying cultivators into nothingness.
Even the Nascent Soul could not escape.

(End of this chapter)