Chapter 412: Biluodian

"Really." When another inner disciple heard this, he also thought of Qin Ming, who had a fate at the beginning.
The headed Meng Ming stepped forward with a solemn expression.
Qin Ming only felt that his whole body was swept by a powerful mental force.
"It's not the evil monk, it's just the breath of the evil monk," Meng Ming said, and then asked Qin Ming.
"Let me ask you, have you ever been in contact with those monks?"
Qin Ming thought about it for a while, then nodded, "A badly injured monk passed by here, but soon he disappeared."
After all, he pointed to the jungle behind him.
An inner disciple Dang Even took the wind to fly towards the jungle that Qin Ming pointed to.
The two of Meng Ming continued to stay by Qin Ming's side. Although they didn't say clearly, they didn't intend to let Qin Ming leave just like that.
After a short while, the past inner disciple flew back and said, "This kid didn't tell us. I did feel the weak breath of the evil monk there, and even found a little blood."
"Go!" Meng Ming flew away first, and the two inner sect disciples followed suit and headed towards the jungle.
They might indeed be able to find the evil monk, but it was just a dead body.
Qin Ming didn't linger when he saw them leaving, he was ready to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.
However, at this moment, a slight distortion suddenly appeared in the void, as if the same mirror was shattered.
The next moment, a black shadow stepped out of it and appeared before his eyes out of thin air.
The black figure was dressed in blue and black clothes. What was surprising was that his face seemed to be covered by a layer of clouds, and Qin Ming could not see his true face.
"It's so mysterious, I still have to code myself when I'm on the stage." Qin Ming looked up and down again, alert in his heart.
This person suddenly appeared in front of him, obviously with intentions towards him.
Name: Zero Stone
Race: Terran
Age: 48
Cultivation: Divine Fire Realm
Information: Extraordinary blood and physique like an ancestral witch, and practice has a set of blue sky determination.
"Another cultivator in the Divine Fire Realm, Bi Luo Jue?"
After Qin Ming found out the attribute panel of this person, his first reaction felt what was going on now.
Did the monks in the Divine Fire Realm walk all over the ground? There are very few monks who have successfully cultivated. How could he encounter as many as five on this trip to the West Mountain.
This had to give him a sense of sacred fire like a dog.
Then he quickly focused his attention on the last information introduction.
The Bi Luo Jue that this person had practiced reminded him of the unpredictable Bi Luo Palace.
Is this person and this practice related to the Biluo Temple?
In the distance, Meng Ming, who had just left for a long time, suddenly stopped his figure, and a light flashed in his eyes.
"What's the matter, brother." An inner disciple asked.
"Go back!" Meng Mingdi yelled, turning into a rainbow light when he turned, flying towards the road when he came, as if he had sensed something.
The two inner sect disciples were both taken aback, glanced at each other, and followed them first.
They believed that Meng Ming would not do things for no reason.
On the other side, Qin Ming was ready to take out the Shi Ling banner at any time. The opponent was a cultivator in the Divine Fire Realm, and only Little Sword Grass in his hand could compete with it.
"Cultivation level, I have to improve it as soon as possible." Qin Ming deeply felt his lack of cultivation level. Even if he already possessed an extremely rare sword heart, his kendo was just starting out, and he had not yet reached the point of real power.
The person who hit the code was full of cold breath.
Even though he couldn't see the opponent's face clearly, Qin Ming could still feel that the opponent was staring at him, and a biting gaze was drifting away from him.
"Hand over the blood demon secret method!" The man spoke first, his voice slightly hoarse, a middle-aged male voice.
"What blood demon secret method?" Qin Ming didn't expect that the other party would know the name of the bamboo slip sorcery in his storage bag. Of course, he first justified and refused to admit it, although he felt it was not very useful.
Sure enough, when the man saw that Qin Ming didn't intend to admit it, his momentum soared, and his killing intent almost overflowed the sky.
"Couldn't the people of Biluodian sit down and talk."
boom!
Qin Ming's very sudden sentence caused the opponent's aura to fluctuate, but then that aura rose again.
"Very well, since you know where I come from, you must also know our style. Today you will not only hand over the secret technique of bleeding, but also hand over your blood!"
After that, the man stopped talking to Qin Ming any more, his body shape turned into a plume of smoke.
Qin Ming's pupils shrank abruptly, "Sword heart is dazzling!"
The sea of ​​consciousness spews mental power frantically, covering the whole body and the ice sword in his hand.
In the next moment, the tying man suddenly appeared in front of Qin Ming and stretched out his right hand into claws.
Five fingers were all stained with pulsating black fire, and they just grabbed Qin Ming.
Just when he thought it would be easy to capture a reincarnation cultivator, Qin Ming's whole body suddenly became illusory, as if he merged with space.
"Huh?" The typing man said softly. There were few things that surprised him, but it appeared before him.
His hand passed through Qin Ming's body without resistance, and the black fire pulsating at his fingertips was still burning, but it didn't have any effect on Qin Ming.
This Qin Ming is like a 3d image, a false existence.
But in the next moment, he won't think so.
Qin Ming slashed out, but the illusory ice sword gave him the greatest threat.
The figure immediately retreated.
"It's a pity!" Bingjian wiped the opponent's body and fell, but did not slash the blow.
The disparity in cultivation level also caused this obviously to be an unexpected opportunity, but Qin Ming couldn't grasp the killing and wounding of the enemy.
Just as Qin Ming was about to take advantage of this gap to release the sword grass, another extremely strong aura rushed here from a distance.
Qin Ming felt familiar. Under the mental perception, it was the uncle Yuan Chang who was separated from the snake play.
The uncle jumped up and jumped from the big snake, and came to Qin Ming's side, squinting at the coding man.
"People of Biluodian, are you here to see that your dog leg was beaten to death?" Yuan Chang said unceremoniously, full of sarcasm, obviously he has a deep prejudice against Biluodian .
The tying man didn't say a word, and ignored Yuan Chang's provocation, but the black fire on the tips of his fingers jumped more vigorously.
It seems that he is evaluating the combat effectiveness of this Yuan Chang.
"Uncle, do you need my help?" Qin Ming asked quietly.
If Yuan Chang said he needed it, he would directly summon the sword grass, regardless of whether it was a sneak attack or not. The most important thing is to be safe. After all, Yuan Chang is here to rescue him, and he can't let Yuan Chang have something to do.
"No, I'm not the only one who doesn't deal with Biluodian." Yuan Chang said with a chuckle.
Qin Ming was taken aback, but then he understood what Yuan Chang meant.
He felt the three breaths in the distance again, and the positive pole was approaching here quickly.