Qin Fengming was in a very anxious mood, his flying speed was extremely fast, and he wanted to take it back before the puppet beast's spiritual power was exhausted.

Just when Qin Fengming could already see the puppet beast that was released at the earliest, suddenly, the puppet beast's figure stopped abruptly, its body shook in the air a few times, but its huge figure shrank rapidly, and the whole fell towards the boiling lake.

Coincidentally, at this time, the puppet beast had already used up the spiritual power of the spirit stone in its body and returned to its original state.

At this critical moment, Qin Fengming struggled forward and threw out a fiery red object. The speed of that mass of objects was so fast that it was even faster than Qin Fengming, who was controlling the magic weapon.

Just when the puppet beast was still about a zhang away from the surface of the lake, the mass of objects circled, and it actually caught the puppet beast that had become two or three inches tall, and then circled, turned around and flew towards Qin Fengming.

At the same time, the school of blood swordfish had already caught up closer, and dozens of blood swordfish at the front end had begun to catapult up, shooting towards the red object.

After this buffer, Qin Fengming had also come closer.

In the middle of the flight, Qin Fengming waved his hand and sacrificed several 'Ice Needle Talismans', killing all the blood swordfish that attacked the red object. Then, with a copy of his hand, he caught the red object.

The red object revealed its true face, and it turned out to be a small red beast. The red object was none other than Qin Fengming's red pet spirit beast.

After several years of careful cultivation, Qin Fengming fed it the mysterious liquid regardless of the cost, and the red beast at this time had already advanced to the top level of the first level, and it was not far from advancing to the second level.

The little red beast was already connected to Qin Fengming's mind, although it still couldn't understand human speech, but under the drive of Qin Fengming's divine thoughts, it was easy to complete simple tasks.

At the critical juncture, Qin Fengming was in a hurry and thought of this little beast in time, otherwise, the puppet beast would have fallen into the boiling lake at this time, and there would be no way to save it.

After Qin Fengming caught the little beast, he threw out several ice needle talismans at the blood swordfish that attacked him again, and immediately drove the magic weapon towards the other puppet beast.

Half an hour later, after consuming twenty or thirty drops of mysterious liquid, Qin Fengming finally got rid of the pursuit of the large group of blood swordfish. At this time, he was flying smoothly above the boiling lake.

Not long ago, after he picked up another puppet beast, he didn't dare to fight with the blood swordfish, and immediately harnessed the magic weapon and ran away quickly. It took a thousand hardships to get rid of the pursuers behind.

The difficulty of the blood swordfish is still beyond his expectations, if it weren't for the fact that the flight speed of his magic weapon is faster than that of the blood swordfish, if he wants to get rid of the entanglement of tens of thousands of blood swordfish, it is more than ascending to the sky.

After the matter of the blood swordfish, Qin Fengming had some understanding of why there was no introduction to this lake in the jade slip given by the sect in his hand.

At this time, Qin Fengming touched the jade box in his hand and unconsciously smiled.

Although he didn't know how many years the blood lotus in this jade box had survived, but, thinking about it, it was definitely an astronomical amount.

If you want to safely pick this blood lotus flower on the small island in the lake, it is definitely not something that the monks of the foundation building period can do, and the monks of the Chengdan period can rarely reach this Yellowstone Desert, so thinking about it, how long this blood lotus will exist is really unpredictable.

Moreover, after this battle, Qin Fengming also understood that even a monk in the Cheng Dan period, if he wanted to pick the blood lotus among the many blood swordfish masses, it would be extremely difficult.

Moreover, the mana consumption of this yellow lake on the monk is also amazing, if there is no mysterious liquid in his body, Qin Fengming will definitely not be able to come to the center of this scorching lake, and he may not enter the lake for hundreds of miles, and his mana will be exhausted and fall in the scorching lake.

In the past, when a monk entered the lake, before he reached the island, the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, or he was destroyed by the blood swordfish.

Even if an occasional monk enters the lake and finds that the spiritual power in his body is rapidly depleted, he will definitely return immediately. No one would risk their lives to go there without knowing what was precious in front of them.

Besides, this is the area of activity of the monks in the foundation building period, and it is difficult for monks in the Chengdan period or the infant stage to come here. Unless you know for sure that there is a treasure here. But this situation can be said to be very small.

This time, he only consumed about 200 talismans, and he picked such a precious spirit grass, and to put it mildly, he still relied on the mysterious liquid in the mysterious gourd.

If there is no such spiritual night, there will be no powerful 'Ice Needle Talisman' and 'Wind Talisman', and he will be helped by a puppet beast, and he will also be instantly killed by the Blood Swordfish.

Thinking of this, Qin Fengming unconsciously stroked the mysterious gourd with his hand, this treasure must not be known to others.

Qin Fengming flew for more than an hour, and after bypassing two waves of one or twenty thousand blood swordfish, he found a place where there were no blood swordfish around, and rested in the air for five hours before continuing to hurry.

Although there was a mysterious liquid, Qin Fengming's mana was worry-free, but his mental and physical strength still felt very tired. As a last resort, the only way to venture out is to take a break on the lake.

After another seven or eight hours of flying, and after three or four more battles, he finally flew out of the scorching lake, and the shore that appeared in front of him was still yellow sand and gravel.

Until this time, since he appeared in the ancient battlefield and came here, Qin Fengming had already flown about four or five thousand miles. Come to think of it, the edge of the Yellowstone Desert is not far away.

At the same time, in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, there was a middle-aged man wearing the costume of a monk of the Luoxia Sect, facing a Guangping Sect cultivator, and not far from it, a pink plant grew. Although both of them were monks in the late stage of the foundation building, they were also jealous of each other and seemed to want to settle the dispute peacefully......

In a desert land full of cacti, a third-level sand fox beast was fighting with a Great Liang State Scattered Cultivator, and the monk drove two high-grade spiritual weapons, which could be stopped by the sand fox beast, and looking at its situation, it was impossible to distinguish the winner in a short period of time......

Twenty thousand miles away from Qin Fengming, a monk of the Luoxia Sect was luckily teleported into a secret cave, and there was a stone platform in the corner of the cave mansion with three jade boxes on it. But at this time, the monk was trapped by the prohibition in the cave, and was driving two spiritual weapons and a first-level demon beast to break the prohibition......

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Qin Fengming didn't know all this, and it had nothing to do with Qin Fengming......