Chapter 411: Evil monk's savings

"Master, this guy doesn't look very tasty." The milk baby looked at the monk up and down, and then came to a conclusion, said with a narrowed mouth.
"Find something delicious next time, and kill him now for me." Qin Ming said slowly.
"Okay." Although the milk baby was not very interested, she still agreed.
After all, Qin Ming had promised him to find delicious ingredients for him.
The monk turned around and was about to flee. He was already severely injured, and another arm was cut off. At this time, even a cultivator of the Divine Fire Realm who was stronger than him could hardly fight against Jiancao Qin Ming.
"Zhan Qingtian!"
The sword grass condensed the cyan ice sword, and after the sword power enveloped the monk, he cut it down with one sword.
The monk was shocked to realize that the sword power cut by the little milk baby behind him was not inferior to that of Meng Ming's offensive.
Even if he resented again in his heart and yearned for revenge, but as a result, he followed in the footsteps of several brothers and was killed by Jiancao without much effort.
The ice sword in the milk baby's hand dissipated, and after waving the dust that did not exist in her hand, she jumped step by step onto Qin Ming's shoulder.
"Master, I'm good." Sword Grass looked very pleased.
Qin Ming smiled and patted Jiancao's head to show encouragement.
Sometimes the character of this sword grass is mature, and sometimes it is no different from a lively child, and it seems very close to him.
His gaze fell on the monk's corpse, no matter what, the other party was also a powerful monk in the Divine Fire Realm. Even though he had died, the aura radiating from his body fluctuated strongly.
Some perceptive spirits dare not approach this jungle at all.
Appearing to find out, Qin Ming immediately took two steps forward.
After searching for it, he quickly found a small black bag in the body, 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 opening the bag.
With the infusion of mental energy, as expected, a small dark space appeared before his eyes.
It is very similar to the storage bag he got from the Xuangui Stone Temple, but the space in this black bag seems to be smaller, only about fifty to sixty square meters and about five meters high.
In addition, what surprised Qin Ming most was the contents of this storage bag.
This is also one of the main reasons why he chose to pursue it, to the possessions from the monks of the God Fire Realm!
In normal times, even if he had sword grass, he might not have this opportunity. Now this is a rare situation.
In the storage bag, removing some debris, the first thing that caught the eye was the flesh and blood of a lot of corpses, dripping with blood, and it was frightening to see.
Rao Qin Ming was accustomed to life and death, and couldn't help frowning.
It can only be said that the evil monk is worthy of being an evil monk. Qin Ming felt uncomfortable when he thought that these broken hands and feet might be their rations.
The mental energy moved away, 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, gas wafted from the medicine bottle. The scarlet and thick liquid was just a bottle full of monk's blood.
However, these were completely useless to Qin Ming. These blood essences only had miraculous effects when practicing those sorceries, and the effect of normally swallowing the blood of spirits of the fourth and fifth ranks was not as great.
After counting, there are nearly two hundred bottles in this storage bag. It is hard to imagine how many monks' blood was collected.
Shaking his head, Qin Ming put these blood bottles back, and he will dispose of these things later.
In addition, in a corner of the space, a lot of shiny objects are piled up, it is Yuanjing.
This was exactly what he needed, and he poured it out directly with the storage bag.
There are 178 low-grade Yuanjing pieces and 287 medium-grade Yuanjing pieces.
There are also three high-grade Yuanjing, which is undoubtedly a windfall for the already poor Jing Ming.
Especially those three high-grade crystals, when converted into middle-grade crystals, it was about three hundred.
As for the high-grade spiritual technique in Lingbao Pavilion, he had seen the price before, and it was only a hundred middle-grade Yuanjing.
This monk is worthy of being a monk in the Divine Fire Realm, and the Yuan Jing savings in his storage bag are enough to buy several high-grade spiritual techniques.
In addition, there are several spirit treasures of high quality, all of which are killers and equally valuable.
In general, by killing this cultivator in the Divine Fire Realm, Qin Ming has directly accomplished his purpose of collecting money from the city, even exceeding the amount.
"Yeah" Qin Ming looked at the roll of bamboo slips he had taken out from his hands.
There is a seal on it, and his mental power cannot penetrate into it.
There are several characters printed on the surface of the bamboo slips.
"Blood Demon Secret Method."
"This is the sorcery they practiced?"
Qin Ming thought of it like this, but because of the seal, he couldn't detect the contents for a while.
However, he was completely uninterested in the practice of eating human flesh by eating human blood.
It is impossible to learn, no matter how powerful this set of sorcery is, although he is not a pilgrim, he still has his own basic principles and will not easily break it.
After some observations, he took the bamboo slips back.
After disposing of the unnecessary things in the storage bag, Qin Ming quickly left here without lingering too much.
After about half an hour, a stream of light fell from the sky and came to this jungle.
This person is the Yuan Chang.
Afterwards, he also had the same doubts, so he went down Xishan and searched around here.
He fought with the evil monk, and could perceive the breath of the opponent that had existed here.
Turning his eyes, he quickly found the buried body.
"Huh? Could it be that the disciple of Qiankun Yunzong was the first to find him?" Yuan Chang secretly asked, looking at the remaining sword marks on it.
His first reaction, Meng Ming appeared in his mind, thinking that the sword wound on the evil monk was left by him.
The mental energy swept over, and found that the storage bag on the other party was gone, so he shook his head and left.
"Where did the kid who left without saying goodbye go?"
At this moment, Qin Ming in his mouth was in trouble.
He had just left the jungle, but he was blocked by the three men of Meng Ming.
Meng Ming's gaze drifted away from Qin Ming, and his gaze reflected the color of inquiry.
"Brother, he has the aura of those evil monks on his body, should we arrest him together, maybe there are other surviving evil monks." An inner disciple said in a bad tone, as if he was ready at any time. Hands on.
Although they had just gone through a great battle, if they only dealt with Qin Ming who was only a reincarnation realm cultivation base, it would be nothing to say.
After all, they are all monks above the Pill Gathering Realm.
"Hey, isn't this the kid who drank tea with us at the table?" Another inner disciple felt that Qin Ming was familiar, and suddenly thought of it a little surprised.