Amid the rustling sound, the three instantly accelerated, all at the late stage of the Fourth Realm, cutting off Qin Ming's path in the blink of an eye.
A divine statue floated, only one foot tall, emitting a hazy Pure Yang Spirit Light. The woman followed behind, holding the formation. Facing the young man of the Third Realm, she disdained to make a move.
Qin Ming was sowhat impatient and said, "You're really slow, why are you just coming now?"
Opposing the Heavenly Gang, the three remained silent and directly attacked.
Qin Ming soared into the air, heading towards the woman, and said, "The Big dicine of the three treasures – spirit, qi, and spirit – is about to be born. We're all pressed for ti; quickly explain your origins."
So who is the villain? Everything has turned upside down. The three old n soared and intercepted him, clearly dissatisfied.
However, Qin Ming moved as quickly as lightning, sweeping through the night sky, already arriving in front of the divine statue and striking at this late-stage Fourth Realm Great Perfection woman.
Previously, the woman, confident in her identity, stood reservedly at the back without any intention of taking part. Now, her face changed drastically, pupils contracted.
The dangerous aura made the woman shiver involuntarily; she felt like she was being stared at by a prehistoric beast.
Qin Ming soared across the sky; the Primordial Heart Lamp illuminated the void. In an instant, it purified the void, with him at the center. The Heart Lamp shone a golden Big Hand Seal. With a bang, he struck the one-foot-tall divine statue, shattering it into pieces, then into dust.
The woman's Pure Yang Consciousness was shocked out and already showed cracks. It wasn't that she didn't fight back earlier, but she simply couldn't resist.
From Qin Ming's Primordial Heart Lamp, a Heavenly Blade shone out, piercing through half of the woman's body with a puff.
Her true form had not arrived; only a portion of Pure Yang Consciousness entered the Otherworld. Facing Qin Ming, who erged after a year of hard cultivation, she couldn't withstand it.
Qin Ming stretched out his hand, as if the Fierce Sun was burning. His five fingers, like red-hot branding irons eting snowflakes, grabbed the woman's neck, causing her Pure Yang Spirit Light to sizzle and lt. The woman let out a painful low roar.
The three old n were all dumbfounded; their bodies stiffened for a mont. Was this really the Third Realm target character?
How could such a master possibly be manipulated and tampered with by them? It was terribly wrong!
Their superior, the future Female Grandmaster, was held by soone in one grasp. What kind of Evil Monster had they encountered?
Even though the woman's main consciousness had not arrived, being pinched and taken also proved the target's formidability and might, which was not sothing they could provoke.
Qin Ming hovered in the air, like the Proud Sun dispersing darkness. The Primordial Heart Lamp shone with blades, swords, and long spears, piercing through the three who wanted to flee at the first mont.
He quickly resonated, learning they ca from an organization called "Purification House."
In his heart's lamp light, the four lted like snow, unable even to let out a scream. Their bodies burned, each turning into ashes.
"Purification House, what an elegant na, but it's a dark organization, the contrast is stark." Qin Ming frowned. This organization, like the Sanyan Sect, surprisingly spans many regions.
"Refined a few strands of my hair to trace ?" His eyes were icy cold.
Qin Ming attached himself to the broken cloth, disappearing from the mountain hollow, preparing to gather herbs. This was the first priority.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a thunderous roar shook the forbidden zone, as if piercing through the entire area. Everyone was horrified, as if witnessing an end-of-the-world scene.
The Thunder Light reflected many pale faces, shaking many people's spirits, freezing them on the spot.
At this mont, even the Great Grandmasters were teetering, hearts filled with fear. If this thunder fell, they would be blown to ashes in an instant.
Fortunately, the tragedy did not occur.
"This is… the Tribulation Crossing Array collapsing, thunder striking through the sky, but not connecting to the ground!"
People knew that the array over the entire forbidden zone was gradually disappearing, and the creatures outside would break in. Soon, an army would rush to the Ancient dicine Field.
No one needed to say more; everyone acted imdiately, rushing towards the vibrant Miracle dicines in the field ridges.
This domain was boiling!
Even though Qin Ming was in stealth, he didn't approach the three main dicine fields, not knowing if Earth Immortal level experts were lurking, seeing that so Great Grandmasters were already taking action.
Qian Cheng also retreated from that area, setting his sights on the sparsely distributed dicine fields.
Many people's eyes turned red, clashing as they rushed into the dicine fields, blood splattering, staining the soil red. Pure Yang Spirit Light exploded, dissipating into the void.
The swarm of lightning sparrows and Dawn Beasts, originally dense and covering the sky, now exploded in groups, falling like dumplings.
This was only the beginning, and already a rain of blood fell from the sky, many people and Alien Species began dying tragically.
Qian Cheng retreated; he didn't personally pick Miracle dicine but waited outside the dicine field, avoiding the blood and flesh slaughtering ground.
Outside the Ancient dicine Field, so experienced veterans didn't even frown, letting the blood and Pure Yang Spirit Light, as well as Divine Wisdom splashing around, stain them.
In their view, hunting herbs is less than hunting people, waiting for the ones gathering herbs to co out.
Many ruthless individuals were staring intently at their selected targets.
"What's happening, we're stuck in the soil!" Those entering the dicine fields alongside Alien Species were shocked, each moving slowly as if trapped in a quagmire.
Moreover, those who probed their Pure Yang Consciousness into the dicine fields encountered the sa plight. As for various Exotic Treasures, they fell one after another on the field ridges.
They struggled to gather herbs and moved slowly, resembling hard-working old farrs, very primitive, unlike cultivators at all.
So, in panic, retreated fearfully and laboriously, slower in moves but able to break free.
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