Flying out of this branch hall, Wang Qingmin found that there were countless monks outside who had entered this immortal hall. 00s

Of course, the cultivation of these monks is generally very low, and only a very small number of masters who may have come late in the Transformation Stage and above are mixed in.

Unexpectedly, most of the branch halls have now been closed, except for a few branch halls that have been opened by people breaking the formation from the inside, there are also main halls that do not set any restrictions and can be entered at will.

Wang Qingmin's goal this time is the main hall.

Because there were not many other places to go, people had to go to the main hall at the highest place, and of course, there were some monks who were urging their magic weapons to attack some of the branch halls, but in terms of results, they were doing useless work.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge canvas, like a huge screen, and in the middle of the canvas is a pale gray swirling whirlpool, from which countless monks are scrambling to enter the world inside the canvas.

When Wang Qingmin came to this main hall, what appeared in front of him was such a scene, which was also the second sub-scene he saw in the Asking Immortals.

In this way, he needs to enter this main temple even more.

At this time, in the canvas world, various forces are engaged in a frenzied killing and looting.

The world in this canvas has mountains, water, sky, earth, and some cherished spirit beasts, powerful demon beasts, and dark ghosts, but the intelligence of these native creatures is not high, and they are more guarding their own territory.

There were treasures everywhere, even if it was a bypass treasure, it was something that the monks were fighting for outside.

In an ice crystal-like deep mountain hall, Si Ming was gasping and looking at an ice beast in front of him. The tripartite weapon was glowing with a faint blue light.

A secluded mountain forest. The people of the Xinxiang Sect surrounded their holy maiden, Li Yuman, and laid out a formation, and there seemed to be countless dangers hidden in the calm forest.

From time to time, a heart-rending scream could be heard from a dark cave, and a group of monks were grabbing a strange flower inside. But at the root of this flower, a group of carnivorous crystal ants are slowly approaching this side.

The place where Wang Qingmin appeared was over a large black lake. When you enter it, it should be transmitted randomly, but after entering, it can be gathered together according to the signals of various contacts, just like the Xinxiang Sect.

The dark water of the lake, bubbling with bubbles, looks like a very vicious place.

Wang Qingmin was about to leave. But he never thought that there was a trace of vibration in his Qiankun bag, Wang Qingmin's consciousness swept over, but he saw that it was the jasper gourd jumping around in the Qiankun bag, and he seemed to be very excited.

"Legend has it that this game has come to its senses, could it be that the rumors are true?"

Wang Qingmin said to himself.

This is the first time Wang Qingmin has seen a magic weapon produce spiritual consciousness, but this kind of low-level spiritual consciousness will only react when it needs it. It's hard to think that it can communicate face-to-face like people.

Look out at the deep black water below. Wang Qingmin took out the jasper gourd from the Qiankun bag.

"Eat it, eat it..."

The jasper gourd kept shouting such a sentence, and the body of the gourd was filled with green mist, and the turquoise poisonous gas fluctuated violently.

With Wang Qingmin's divine sense, he has already recognized this jasper gourd, and his every move is well understood.

As its owner, although the poison gas is very strong. But there was no harm to Wang Qingmin.

The mind of this jasper gourd is also very naïve, and it has not been worried about its previous years.

As soon as this jasper gourd came out, the lake below began to churn.

A large number of bubbles bubbled out of the lake from here and there, indicating that the jasper gourd also has a great attraction to the creatures in the lake.

Wang Qingmin's divine sense looked down through the lake, and he saw that dark figures were rushing frantically towards the lake from the bottom of the lake, but this lake water was very special, and Wang Qingmin's divine sense couldn't see clearly what kind of monsters these were in the lake.

Just in case, Wang Qingmin flew high again, and carefully observed the surface of the lake.

"Brush, brush..."

At the feet of Wang Qingmin. Dark figures sprang out of the lake, and they were huge centipedes.

These centipedes are dark and shiny, with a red bump growing on their huge heads.

Centipedes are dense and slowly spread across the entire lake.

"Damn it!"

Wang Qingmin said with some remorse. These centipedes were obviously here for the jasper gourd.

Your jasper gourd wants to eat them, why don't these centipedes want to eat its jasper gourd.

It can be seen that these centipedes are also very supernatural, and the jasper gourd has the help of previous masters, and they don't know how cruel the world of the jungle is.

Wang Qingmin looked at the jasper gourd that was constantly noisy, and was speechless again for a while at this speechless intelligence level. It seems that it is really not aware of what is dangerous.

There are more and more black centipedes below, one by one hissing, and the huge mouths are closed in one room, and the sound of metal colliding is heard, accompanied by sparks.

If these demon beasts lived in the Endless Continent, they would have turned into human forms long ago and competed with the human race for the world. But in this world, such a powerful strength has not yet transformed, and it still maintains the ontological form of a demon beast, which is indeed a bit puzzling.

"I wonder if these monsters can fly?"

Wang Qingmin was thinking about it, when he saw those centipedes soaring into the air under the action of unknown forces, like a black curtain rising from below, sweeping in.

"Hmph, it's a good time!"

Since this jasper gourd wants to eat so much, then let it eat enough today, presumably this will be a rare feast for it.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Qingmin held the jasper gourd in his left hand, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, pieces of ice whirlwind came out of his hand.

It was simply a whirlwind of ice that Wang Qingmin's current cultivation was cast, and for these centipedes of lower rank than him, it was simply a crushing killing. Storms and ridges of ice filled the world.

In the center of every ice whirlwind, there were clumps of black minced meat and juice, and the jasper gourd had been jumping and jumping in Wang Qingmin's left hand, wanting to rush into those juices and feast on them.

The more Wang Qingmin killed, the more these centipedes desperately gathered at him, as if they were in a hurry to seek death, which made people feel that their intelligence was very low.

Kill, kill, kill...

This is also a monk with unlimited mana like Wang Qingmin, if he were replaced by other monks, he would have already ended up with a spell exhaustion and died.

I don't know how long it took, the centipede in front of Wang Qingmin was finally cleaned up, and the entire lake water had become very viscous, and the lake water mixed with the flesh and blood of the black centipede was even more strange.

The jasper gourd was already beating like crazy in Wang Qingmin's hands, and the attraction of the following flesh and blood to it had reached its limit.

However, Wang Qingmin did not let go of it, according to the normal understanding, there should be another centipede king here, since its little brother is dead, then this centipede leader is believed to appear soon.

Sure enough, a huge whirlpool slowly appeared on the surface of the lake, and the flesh and blood of the centipede floating on the surface of the water seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, gathered towards this whirlpool, and slowly disappeared in the middle of this whirlpool.

In Wang Qingmin's contemplative preparation, a centipede, which was huge to several kilometers long, emerged from the water.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the size of the physique is not directly proportional to the size of the strength, and the realm of cultivating immortals is the root of all this.

"Roar! Call! ”

The sound of a rough exhalation came, and the big mouth of the centipede exhaled from time to time with a rancid black breath, which made the ordinary monk shudder.

Wang Qingmin's figure flashed, appeared directly above the huge centipede, and a thunderbolt tentatively slashed down.

"Click!"

The centipede's body was just a meal, but it did not suffer any damage, and its body bent on the water, and immediately shot towards Wang Qingmin.

This kind of speed is not unfast, but for a centipede who does not have a trace of cultivation techniques, such a speed is like child's play for a god-transforming monk who can teleport.

Wang Qingmin poured mana into the Xiaoyao Wuji Fan in his hand, assassinated the sword technique, and launched it.

A white sword flashed, and the centipede was knocked down from the air into the lake with a thud.

This centipede is strong, but for Wang Qingmin, this kind of demon beast with no mana and a strong physique is just a reckless man, and it is simply wishful thinking to grow from the battle with it.

As soon as his consciousness moved, two dragon skeletons appeared beside him, one left and one right, falling into the lake below.

Looking at the two figures that landed quickly, Wang Qingmin let go of his left hand, and the jasper gourd was also thrown down by him.

Then, in the midst of the divine fluctuations, a fiery red figure appeared at his feet.

"Dead bird, fly steady, I'll rest for a while."

After Wang Qingmin finished speaking, he lay down.

"Bastard, don't think!"

The Spirit Flame Beast immediately scolded, and was about to flip over.

"Two pieces of fine animal food."

Wang Qingmin closed his eyes and said lazily.