Mythical Cultivation

Of these two pills, one is light yellow in color and emits a faint fragrance. It is the Huiyuan Pill, which is used to restore true essence.

In the brief confrontation with Liu Qingquan just now, nearly half of Wu Ming's true energy had been consumed. If he didn't replenish it in time, he would probably be unable to sustain subsequent battles.

As a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, Liu Qingquan has far more true energy than him. Even if he uses a delaying tactic, he may eventually be exhausted to death.

The other pill was dark green in color and had a surface as smooth as a mirror. It was a pill for healing injuries.

Although it cannot heal Wu Ming's injuries instantly, it can slowly heal the wounds and prevent them from getting worse.

"It seems that I have to fight hard today, otherwise I might really die here."

Wu Ming pondered this inwardly. He was well aware of the gap in strength between himself and Liu Qingquan. At his current early stage of foundation building, he simply couldn't compete with Liu Qingquan, who was in the middle stage of foundation building. Even if he gave it his all, he might not be able to win.

However, faced with such a desperate situation, Wu Ming had no intention of retreating.

He knew very well that only by using his trump card - the secret technique he got from another world - could he have a chance of survival.

Although this secret technique would bring about serious side effects, he had no choice at this moment.

"Forget it, at this point, I can't care about that much."

Wu Ming's heart hardened, his resolve firmed, and he no longer hesitated. He took a deep breath, channeled his inner energy, and without hesitation, unleashed his secret technique—the Burning Spirit Technique!

On Liu Qingquan's side, when the sound of the explosion finally stopped, he immediately used his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings as quickly as lightning.

In the thick smoke and dust, he could clearly see Wu Ming's condition.

A layer of the ground dozens of feet around Wu Ming was lifted away, making Wu Ming an inch shorter than Liu Qingquan.

Wu Ming closed his eyes tightly, as if he had lost consciousness.

The protective shield that originally enveloped him had disappeared without a trace, and a glazed pagoda the size of a head fell quietly into his left hand, seemingly having lost its original luster.

At the same time, he held the green flying sword tightly in his right hand, as if it was his last resort.

Although on the surface Wu Ming's body did not seem to have suffered any obvious injuries, Liu Qingquan's spiritual consciousness keenly sensed a hint of abnormality.

He noticed that some liquid that looked like blood was oozing from the corner of Wu Ming's mouth. Although the amount was not large, this detail did not escape Liu Qingquan's eyes.

"Humph, just pretending to be calm."

Liu Qingquan snorted inwardly, scoffing at Wu Ming's performance. He felt that today's battle might only end here.

Liu Qingquan thought about it and recalled the two flying swords that were blown hundreds of feet away by the explosion.

After some perception, he found that although the two flying swords were slightly damaged, it did not affect their role in today's battle.

As long as we give them some time to recuperate after killing Wu Ming, I believe they will be able to recover soon.

So, Liu Qingquan mobilized the true energy in his body without hesitation and injected it into the two flying swords continuously.

With the infusion of true energy, the two flying swords suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like two nimble dragons, roaring and rushing towards Wu Ming.

However, just as the two flying swords were rushing towards him like lightning and were about to hit Wu Ming, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

In an instant, a breeze rippled from Wu Ming's body. Although the breeze seemed gentle, it was powerful and blew away all the dust around him, as if the dust had never existed.

At the same time, a green flying sword and a blood-red whip rose into the air like meteors, rushing straight towards the two flying swords!

Four top-grade magic weapons collided violently in the air, making a deafening sound that shook the earth!

The violent collision sounded like thunder, deafening and making people look sideways.

However, surprisingly, these four top-grade magic weapons were evenly matched in this fierce collision!

"what?"

A look of disbelief suddenly appeared on Liu Qingquan's originally calm face.

"How is this possible? How could Wu Ming possibly withstand my attack?"

He knew Wu Ming's strength very well. It had been less than a year since Wu Ming successfully established his foundation. This was information he knew for sure.

Moreover, in the previous battle, although Liu Qingquan was somewhat surprised by Wu Ming's strength, he felt that he was not just entering the foundation-building stage as he had expected.

However, Wu Ming's strength only stopped at consolidating the foundation-building realm. Compared with those cultivators in the early stage of foundation-building who have been building their foundation for many years, there is still a certain gap.

Not to mention that he himself has been building his foundation for decades and has already entered the middle stage of foundation building. Even if the gap between the two cannot be said to be a world of difference, it is like the gap between a swan and a sparrow.

It was precisely because of this that Wu Ming was beaten by him before and had no chance to fight back.

But now Wu Ming can compete with him on equal terms, which is really incredible.

Full of doubts, he once again directed his spiritual consciousness towards Wu Ming, wanting to observe him carefully.

However, when his spiritual consciousness touched Wu Ming, his face instantly became extremely ugly, and he even revealed an expression of disbelief.

Because he was surprised to find that Wu Ming actually exuded the same aura as him, that of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building!

"Did he use a pill that increases his strength, or some special secret method?"

Liu Qingquan was thinking secretly in his heart, his brows slightly furrowed, revealing a look of doubt and surprise.

Liu Qingquan was very surprised by Wu Ming's sudden improvement in strength, because this was obviously not in line with common sense.

However, as a monk with decades of practice experience, he was not confused by this abnormal situation, but quickly began to think about the possible reasons.

"Hmm..." Liu Qingquan murmured softly, "Both elixirs and secret techniques are possible."

He analyzed the possibilities in his mind.

"If it's a pill, it should be the kind that can stimulate one to improve one's realm in a short period of time."

Liu Qingquan was familiar with all kinds of elixirs in the cultivation world. He knew that there were several kinds of elixirs that could indeed forcibly increase one's strength by a large margin in a short period of time, such as the Crazy Pill and the Life-Devouring Pill.

Although these pills are effective, they are accompanied by considerable side effects and may cause serious damage to the body after use.

"However, these pills are extremely rare and extremely expensive. I have only heard of them but have never actually seen them."