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Chapter 72 Secretly assassinating Chen Cang
After achieving his goal, Qin Ming bid farewell to Huangfu Qi.

To be honest, the power of the spell just now was so strong 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 lying quietly in Qin Ming's storage bag, turning into a purple leaf.

It can be used at any time, waiting for the right person.

With this trump card, Qin Ming suddenly became a lot more confident.

……

Qin Mingyu drove the spiritual shuttle and flew towards Qingyang Market.

Along the way, he maintained a moderate speed, so as to save more mana.

If it flies at full speed, its speed can be comparable to that of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

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

Just when he was halfway through his flight.

"Ok?"

Qin Ming frowned as he suddenly sensed the sound of a battle not far away.

In a valley several hundred feet away.

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

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

"Don't let any one go!"

"The news must not leak out!"

"Kill them all!"

The leader, dressed in the uniform of a core disciple of Lingyu Sect, was killing people indiscriminately with a magic sword in hand.

The people on the other side were wearing the uniforms of miners from the Lingyu Sect. Their cultivation levels varied, and it was obvious at first glance that they were recruited independent cultivators.

They were fighting desperately, but were trapped by the monks of Lingyu Sect using a formation, and were trapped like turtles in a jar for a while.

Among the people of Lingyu Sect, there was a fat dark young man, holding a black giant hammer magic weapon, emitting the magical power fluctuations of the perfection of the Qi training period.

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

"Since you guys have discovered it."

"Then you can only blame yourself for your bad luck!"

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

When the wandering cultivator saw the huge hammer coming, he was terrified and quickly raised a round shield magic weapon to fight with his life.

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

"Old He!!"

The other few independent miners seemed to have deep feelings for each other, and they were furious when they saw their friends being killed.

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

"Hahaha, what a sneaky move!"

“I’m afraid that Lei Yuan Sect never dreamed that Ling Yu Sect actually concealed a cultivator with a natural spiritual root who had completed the foundation building stage and was secretly breaking through to the Jindan stage with the help of the third-level spiritual vein energy.”

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

"By the time other sects react, it will be too late to regret!"

A white-haired old man among the independent miners had just let out a miserable laugh when the leading young man from the Lingyu Sect chopped off his head with a spell.

"Let you talk too much!" the young monk said with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth.

Then he turned around and continued killing.

Qin Ming's heart trembled.

He had no intention of helping others when he saw injustice.

If you accidentally encounter something like this, it is best to run away.

Qin Ming moved quietly, using the cover of clouds and mist to prepare to leave by a detour.

"who!"

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

The magic circle seemed to have a large impact range. As soon as Qin Ming approached, his breath was captured by the formation.

The cultivators from Lingyu Sect quickly took care of the group of wandering cultivators and transformed into dozens of beams of light to chase after them.

There are four cultivators who have completed the Qi training stage, and the others are in the middle or late stages.

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

The leading young monk snorted coldly and waved the chess piece in his hand.

The range of the Lan Mengmeng formation suddenly expanded, covering Qin Ming.

Suddenly!

Countless fierce spells attacked from behind him.

The people from Lingyu Sect came closer and saw Qin Ming's face clearly. "It turned out to be a spiritual farmer from our 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 escape today.

His eyes turned cold, and he made a gesture with his hand and pointed towards the air.

All of a sudden.

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

at first.

The monks from Lingyu Sect were shocked by this power.

After they found out it was the Spirit Rain Art, they all breathed a sigh of relief and laughed out loud, "Hahahahahaha!"

"This kid was so anxious that he even used the Spirit Rain Technique!"

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

The words just fell out.

Heavy rain fell from the dark clouds.

The monks from Lingyu Sect deployed their magic shield, avoided the rain, and charged straight towards Qin Ming!
But they were only halfway through their flight.

Transparent poisonous thorns as thin as hairs, mixed in the rain, ignored the magic shields and defensive magic weapons, and penetrated into their bodies.

A strange scene appeared.

A dozen monks from Lingyu Sect were struck by lightning in mid-air. Their bodies became stiff and they all fell down.

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

Even two of the monks who had reached the perfection of Qi training stage were hit and fell straight down!
Qin Ming waved his hand and collected the blood beads.

Just a moment.

The only ones left at the scene were the fat black monk holding the hammer and the young core disciple who was in the lead.

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

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

A foot-long silver brocade handkerchief automatically flew out of his arms and covered 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 me."

It seems that he is another disciple of high status.

Qin Ming immediately put away the Yinsha Hanyu.

With a flash, he left a shadow behind.

In an instant, he was above the two men.

The three-inch-long blood and energy on Qin Ming's fist flashed, and he punched towards the fat black young monk!

The fat black monk reacted and made a hand gesture. The black giant hammer suddenly grew twice as large in the air.

It smashed down towards Qin Ming like a mountain!

boom!
There was a loud noise.

Qin Ming knocked the giant hammer magic weapon away with just one punch, without slowing down at all.

Then he smashed his fist hard on the fat black monk's head.

Bang!
The fat black monk's head and his entire upper body suddenly exploded into a ball of bloody mist.

The bodies fell like rags.

call out!call out!call out!
The leading young man made a sword gesture, and several green sword beams attacked Qin Ming from different directions.

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

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

Just as several sword beams were about to pierce him, Qin Ming casually reached out and grabbed.

Zheng!
He grabbed the green magic sword in his hand!
Buzz!
Qin Ming held the green magic sword tightly. The sword body kept shaking and even began to whimper.

puff!
The leading young monk not far away had his magic weapon broken and spat out a mouthful of blood with a look of horror on his face.

Without saying anything, he rode his flying magic weapon and escaped.

but.

No matter how fast it is, how can it be faster than the top-grade spiritual light shuttle?
Qin Ming caught up with him in just a few breaths.

Without any hesitation, he punched the man into the nearby rock wall, and the terrifying force instantly killed him.

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

His expression changed as he sensed an even more powerful aura coming towards him.

"Foundation building period?"

……

(End of this chapter)