The Chiba Melting Cicada Gu pulled the slippery wall with its slender little feet, and the simple affirmative thought passed to Cheng Yinning's mind.

Cheng Yinning recalled the Thousand Leaf Melting Cicada Gu and thought: "The secret realm has just begun, there are still a few days before Chu Ming finds this place, maybe he can find what he wants before then." ”

The Chiba Melting Cicada Gu has a simple thought, and the thing that can attract its attention at this moment is most likely food.

It's good to fill it up before Chu Ming comes.

lest it always shout hungry and its combat power cannot reach its peak state.

Cheng Yin pinched up the magic trick and condensed a soundproof magic shield around him.

The Chiba Melting Cicada Gu was ecstatic.

A pair of wings on its back opened, and a thousand transparent wings stirred up in unison, and it spat out a cloud of hot magma from its mouthparts, and wherever the magma went, it immediately sank into an oval-shaped pit.

The Chiba Molten Cicada Gu flew down one by one.

Cheng Yinning looked left and right to make sure that there was nothing abnormal around, and jumped down.

A quarter of an hour later.

The golden lacquer python dragged its tired body and spit out snake letters, and slowly moved to the place where Cheng Yinning left.

Its eyes were narrow and small, and its vertical pupils were cold, staring coldly at the pit that should not have appeared.

"Hiss~"

It cautiously rolled up a stone and smashed it into the unidentified pit.

Instead of rolling down, the stone shattered into powder when it touched a drop of red lava, melting into it.

The vertical pupils of the golden-flowered lacquer python froze, and instinctively told it that this red magma was not simple.

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The branches of the towering trees are intertwined, weaving a large web of layers under the sky, so that people have a sea of dark green above their heads, as if they cannot breathe the sunlight outside.

In this extremely oppressive, gloomy, and humid environment, the Secret Realm of the Forest Worm has become a paradise for demon beasts to cultivate, and it is full of crises.

A mass of figures was as fast as lightning, moving freely under the leafy trees.

Chu Ming was dressed in a dark robe, and his face was cold.

Even now, he still can't believe that Yun Yan will deceive himself!

There must be a treasure born in Kunxu Mountain, could it be that he was a step too late, and the secret treasure was still taken away by Yun Yan?

Chu Ming was annoyed while hurrying.

If he hadn't been in the South China Sea of the Reef and had not had that Void Cultivator who suddenly appeared to make trouble, he wouldn't have been delaying in the South China Sea of the Reef for so long!

He believed that if he had come earlier, he would have been able to snatch the treasure from Yun Yan's hand.

Chu Ming was immersed in chagrin.

When encountering a second-order demon beast that was in the way, it was directly cut in half.

After he killed a man-devouring python, as far as his eyes could see, a trace of cyan robe gradually appeared.

Chu Ming stopped, and he raised his head.

"Why are you blocking my way?"

The auspicious cloud embroidery engraved on the belt of the Dao robe made Chu Ming recognize at a glance that this person was from the Divine Dream Dao at the end of the ten major sects.

There was contempt, disdain, and indifference in his tone.

The people of the Divine Dream Dao are not worthy of him wasting time to meet the enemy.

At this time, the depression in Wei Nanzhen's heart had not completely dissipated.

He has five senses and is stronger than ordinary people.

The disdain in Chu Ming's mouth was immediately noticed by him, and Wei Nanzhen's face sank.

"To teach you a lesson, of course!"

Wei Nanzhen didn't give him time to react, the dark clouds covered his eyes, the thick clouds rolled, the blue thunder and lightning between his two fingers sizzled, and the breath all over his body suddenly soared, and the cultivation in the middle of Jindan was exposed.

Chu Ming's gaze was slightly sluggish.

Just now, he was in a hurry, and the troubles of Kunxu Mountain disturbed his heart, but he didn't notice that the person in front of him was cultivating the Thunder Law!

Lei can overcome yin, and can also get rid of all kinds of evil.

In front of Lei Fa, most of the yin tricks will not work.

Chu Ming secretly said that he was unlucky.

Although he secretly cultivated the Golden Pill in the Lingxiao Sect, he could also fight against the enemy in a small realm, but the same was true for the monk with the Thunder Spirit Root.

Wei Nanzhen can also fight beyond the ranks.

Therefore, Chu Ming was not easy to deal with him.

"Divine Thunder!"

Wei Nanzhen's move is a big move, he just wants to teach this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky a lesson.

I just couldn't find Cheng Yinning, and I sulked at him, which could relieve his mood at this time.

Seeing that the divine thunder was in front of him, the blue electric light was confused, like a strange dragon, illuminating the dark forest like the day, as if tearing a big net.

Chu Ming had to expose his true cultivation, and the breath of Jindan's early stage was leaked, and Wei Nanzhen narrowed his eyes.

Chu Ming let out a loud shout, and an astonishing sword intent suddenly erupted in his body.

An ancient and mighty sword shadow slashed out, shrouded in silver light, and the brilliant sword intent transformed into a giant python, its fangs were terrifying, and the bloody mouth opened instantly, swallowing the blue thunder and lightning into its abdomen.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the air like a landslide.

The Blue Divine Thunder and the Brilliant Sword intent exploded in the air, and a large area of towering trees bent over and collapsed.

Wei Nanzhen raised his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes were dyed with a hint of interest.

"It wasn't a brainless waste."

His voice was faint, but it was like a heavy blow, crushing Chu Ming's only self-esteem into powder.

"Are you the young master Wei Nanzhen from Xiao Pengying Immortal Island?"

As soon as the Divine Thunder came out, Chu Ming immediately thought of the most special characters in the Divine Dream Dao.

Wei Nanzhen is one of them, and he is strong.

No wonder he speaks so arrogantly and doesn't take himself seriously at all.

Damn it!

How could he be so unlucky in this life, always meeting people who shouldn't be messed with!

Chu Ming scolded secretly in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

In front of such a Tianjiao, he can only bow his head and retreat.

"The forgiveness of the dangerous young lord is that he has eyes and ignores Mount Tai, and he collided with the young master, and I hope that the young master will be magnanimous and forgive the previous disrespect."

Hearing this, the interest in Wei Nanzhen's eyes suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He had a cold face.

"Is this a towel? Afraid of the little Pengying Immortal Island behind me? ”

Chu Ming lowered his eyes and said in a humble tone: "It is the young master who is afraid of danger, how can he be afraid of the immortal island behind the young master?" ”

Wei Nanzhen was dissatisfied.

If he had been, he would not have taken the time to speak to such a humble person.

But at this moment, he wanted to know the reason why this person was hiding his cultivation and groveling to be a man!

"Divine Thunder!"

Wei Nanzhen shouted loudly, and the dazzling electric light immediately illuminated the surroundings, and the thunder was shocking, mighty, and shocking, which made people's scalps tingle.

Chu Ming's scalp is tight, he still has hole cards, but they must not be exposed here.

originally thought that Nan Zhen would let himself go, but this young master was not a fool, so he naturally guessed that he was acting.

Chu Ming gritted his teeth, if the Shenxiao Thunder just now only used three points of spiritual power, this Shenxiao Thunder used all his strength.

There's no way he's going to pick it up.

"Swap Talisman!"

Chu Ming's eyes were reluctant, this was one of his means to save his life.

Rune treasures are different from ordinary runes, and no one in this world can make them.

Runic treasures are immortal treasures that the previous monks transmitted to their descendants, and the number is limited, and one is less than one.

The rune treasure in Chu Ming's hand only had three chances, he had already used it once on the battlefield in the South China Sea, and now he used it again, and there was only one last chance left.