"Master, this guy doesn't look very tasty either. The baby looked the monk up and down, and then came to a conclusion, and said with a pout.

"Find some good food next time, kill him for me now. Qin Ming said slowly.

"Okay. Although the baby's interest was not high, he still responded.

After all, Qin Ming had already promised him to find delicious ingredients for him.

The monk turned around and was about to flee, but he was already seriously injured, and another arm was cut off, at this time, even if he was as strong as him, it was difficult for him to fight with Sword Grass Qin Ming.

"Slash the sky!"

The sword grass condensed into a cyan ice sword, and after the sword momentum enveloped the monk, it slashed down with a sword.

The monk was shocked to realize that the sword power cut off by the little milk baby behind him was not inferior to that Meng Ming's attack.

Even if he was resentful in his heart and longed to survive and take revenge, the result was that he also followed in the footsteps of several brothers and was killed by Jian Cao without much effort.

The ice sword in the milk baby's hand dispersed, and after swinging the dust that did not exist in his hand, he jumped on Qin Ming's shoulder step by step.

"Master, I'm amazing. "Sword grass looks quite flattering.

Qin Ming smiled and patted Jian Cao's head as a sign of encouragement.

The character of this sword grass is sometimes old, and sometimes it is no different from a lively child, but it seems very close to him.

His gaze fell on the corpse of the monk, no matter what, the other party was also a powerful cultivator of the Divine Fire Realm, even if he was dead, the aura fluctuations emanating from his body were still extremely strong.

Some perceptive spirits did not dare to approach this jungle at all.

As if he had made a discovery, Qin Ming immediately took two steps forward.

As soon as he searched for it, he quickly found a small black bag in the corpse, about the size of a palm.

When he saw this little bag, his eyes lit up.

"Storage bag?" Qin Ming muttered to himself, and couldn't help but open the mouth of the bag.

Spiritual power was injected, and sure enough, a small dark space appeared in front of him.

It was very similar to the storage bag he had obtained from the Xuangui Stone Temple, but the space in this black bag seemed to be smaller, only about fifty or sixty square meters, and about five meters high.

In addition, what surprised Qin Ming the most was the contents of this storage bag.

This is also a big reason why he chose to pursue, snatching the belongings of the Divine Fire Realm cultivator!

In normal times, even if he had Sword Grass, he might not have this opportunity, but now this is a rare situation.

In the storage bag, removing some sundries, the first thing that caught the eye was a large pile of corpses of flesh and blood, which was dripping with blood and made people tremble.

Rao is Qin Ming was used to seeing life and death, and he couldn't help frowning.

It can only be said that the evil monk is worthy of being an evil monk, and the thought that these broken hands and feet may be their rations makes Qin Ming feel uncomfortable.

The mental power was removed, and then there were some bottles and cans.

Qin Ming took out a small medicine bottle and opened it to take a look.

An extremely pungent bloody aura suddenly floated out of the medicine bottle, and the scarlet and thick liquid was a bottle full of monk's essence blood.

However, these were useless to Qin Ming at all, these essence blood would only have a miraculous effect when cultivating those evil arts, and the effect of ordinary swallowing was not as great as that of some fourth- and fifth-level spirit blood.

After counting, this storage bag contained nearly two hundred bottles, and it was hard to imagine how many monks' essence blood had been collected.

Shaking his head, Qin Ming put these blood vials back, and he would dispose of them later.

In addition, in a corner of the space, there are a lot of shiny objects, which are Yuanjing.

This was exactly what he needed, and he directly carried the storage bag and poured it out.

There are 178 low-grade yuan crystals and 287 medium-grade yuan crystals.

In addition, there are three top-grade Yuan Crystals, which is undoubtedly a windfall for Qin Ming, who is already poor.

In particular, those three high-grade yuan crystals, converted into medium-grade yuan crystals, are almost about three hundred.

And the top-grade spirit method in the Lingbao Pavilion, he had seen the price before, and it was only a hundred medium-grade Yuan Crystals.

This monk is worthy of being a monk of the Divine Fire Realm, and the Yuan Jing savings in the storage bag are enough to buy several high-grade spiritual methods.

In addition, there are several spiritual treasures of high quality, all of which are killing things, and they are also of extraordinary value.

In general, by killing this cultivator of the Divine Fire Realm, Qin Ming could be regarded as directly completing his purpose of collecting money on this trip out of the city, and even exceeded the quota.

"Hmm," Qin Ming looked at the roll of bamboo slips he took out in his hand.

There was a seal on it, and his spiritual power could not penetrate into it.

On the surface of the bamboo slips, several characters are printed.

"Blood Demon Secret Method. ”

"This is the magic they practiced?"

Qin Ming thought so, but because of that layer of seals, he couldn't probe the contents for a while.

However, he was not interested in this exercise of relying on cannibalism and eating human flesh.

It is impossible to learn, no matter how powerful this set of evil arts is, although he is not a pilgrim, he also has his own basic principles, which will not be easily broken.

After observing it, he put it back.

After disposing of the unwanted things in the storage bag, Qin Ming quickly left here without lingering too long.

About half an hour later, a streamer of light descended from the sky and came into the jungle.

This person is the chief.

Afterwards, he was also suspicious, so he also went down to the West Mountain and searched everywhere to find here.

He had fought with the evil monk, and he could sense the aura of the other party that had existed here.

His eyes turned, and he soon found the buried body.

"Hmm, could it be that the disciple of the Qiankun Cloud Sect was the first to find him?" Looking at the remaining sword marks on it, Yuan Chang said secretly.

His first reaction was that Meng Ming's appearance appeared in his mind, and he thought that the sword wound on the evil monk's body was left by him.

The spiritual power swept over and found that the storage bag on the other party's body was gone, so he shook his head and left.

"Anyway, where did that kid who didn't say goodbye go?"

At this moment, Qin Ming in his mouth was in some trouble.

As soon as he left the jungle, he didn't expect to be blocked by Meng Ming and the others.

Meng Ming's gaze wandered away from Qin Ming, and his gaze was full of inquiry.

"Senior brother, he has the breath of those evil monks on his body, should we arrest him together, maybe there are other survivors of those evil monks. An inner disciple said in an unkind tone, as if he was ready to make a move at any time.

Although they had just experienced a big battle, it would not be a problem if they only dealt with Qin Ming, who was still only a reincarnation realm cultivator.

After all, they were all monks above the Judan Realm.

"Hey, isn't this the kid who drank tea with us at the table? The other inner disciple felt that Qin Ming was familiar, and suddenly remembered it with some surprise.