Mythical Cultivation

This also shows that as he goes deeper, the toxicity of the miasma is increasing, and the miasma-breaking pills are being consumed at an accelerated rate.

Fortunately, Wu Ming had made sufficient preparations in advance. He brought with him four or five bottles and forty or fifty pills of Miasma-Breaking Pills.

These pills are enough for him to use in the next few days, so he doesn't have to worry about running out of pills for the time being.

As Wu Ming continued to explore, two hours passed in a flash.

Wu Ming finally arrived at the entrance of the valley. He looked a little tired in the thick fog, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Along the way, he encountered countless attacks from monsters.

Some of these ferocious beasts are as big as hills, some are as fast as lightning, and some are good at hiding themselves, making it difficult to guard against them.

However, Wu Ming relied on his superb skills to escape danger time and time again and successfully overcame these difficulties.

Now, standing at the entrance of Youhua Valley, Wu Ming’s heart is filled with more expectations for this mysterious valley.

He knew that there were not only countless monsters here, but also a large number of ancient spiritual medicines.

These spiritual medicines are undoubtedly a precious resource for practitioners.

In this area near Youhua Valley, many original ecological environments are preserved because it is rarely visited by people.

The number of spiritual medicines here is astonishing.

Along the way, Wu Ming has harvested several spiritual herbs that are over a hundred years old.

The efficacy of these elixirs is very powerful, which will be of great help to his cultivation.

Even if he couldn't use it himself, he could still earn a considerable amount of spirit stones by selling it.

As for other spiritual medicines that were less than a hundred years old, Wu Ming did not collect them.

After all, spiritual medicine worth dozens of spirit stones is no longer that important to him.

His target was the more precious elixirs, especially the azure flowers that were over a hundred years old.

Fortunately, during his adventure, Wu Ming finally collected a blue sky flower.

This azure flower is over a hundred years old, and its medicinal effect is immeasurable. Although it failed to meet Wu Ming's needs, it also made him full of expectations for Youhua Valley.

Just as Wu Ming was about to step into the valley, he suddenly felt a hot breath rushing towards him like a raging wave.

He looked up and saw a scorching heat wave rising from the horizon, like a roaring fire dragon, swooping down on him with its fangs and claws bared.

Wu Ming's heart tightened and he looked quickly. Only then did he see clearly that a red figure was rushing across the sky like a meteor.

The figure instantly spewed out a huge flame, and the orange-yellow flames gushed out like raging waves, instantly turning into a boundless sea of ​​fire, tightly wrapping Wu Ming in it.

"It's actually a flamingo? And judging by its shape, it should be an adult flamingo."

Wu Ming stared at the firebird in the sky that was showing off its might, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Flamingo is a kind of fire-attributed monster, and its control over fire can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

The flames it spews out are not only extremely hot, but also extremely difficult to extinguish once contaminated.

There are even rumors that there is a trace of Suzaku blood flowing in the flamingo's body. Although the authenticity of this statement cannot be verified, its unbearable flame is a fact known to everyone.

In addition, once a flamingo reaches adulthood, its strength will inevitably reach the foundation-building stage.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Wu Ming naturally did not dare to be negligent at all. He immediately became fully alert, and the true energy in his body surged through his meridians like surging waves, ready to deal with this life-and-death battle with all his strength.

At the moment when the sea of ​​fire suddenly emerged, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower seemed to be given life, quickly unfolding and tightly wrapping Wu Ming's body.

It emitted a dazzling light, forming an indestructible shield that blocked the raging flames in the sky from Wu Ming's body.

At the same time, the Qingxiao Sword in Wu Ming's hand also rushed out like lightning, and instantly transformed into hundreds of sharp sword lights.

These sword lights streaked across the sky like meteors, carrying endless power, and slashed straight towards the flamingo in the sky.

Although the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower successfully resisted the erosion of the flames, so that Wu Ming's body did not suffer direct damage, the high temperature brought by the orange-yellow flames still followed him.

The scorching heat seeped in through the cracks in the pagoda, making Wu Ming's body gradually feel a little hot.

At this moment, Shadow Rat, who was clinging to Wu Ming's shoulders, could no longer bear it.

Its originally lively little eyes had become a little blurry at this moment, its head drooped limply, and its tongue stretched out of its mouth uncontrollably, obviously being heated to the extreme by the terrifying high temperature of the flames.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Ming immediately used the light body technique and shuttled through the sea of ​​fire like a ghost.

His movements were agile and quick, and every jump was just right to avoid the burning flames.

However, the sea of ​​fire seemed to have life and followed Wu Ming closely.

No matter how he moved, the sea of ​​fire followed him like a shadow and refused to let him go.

Wherever the flames passed, the scene was horrific.

The sturdy peach tree was burned to ashes in an instant, as if it had never existed;

The protruding rocks also gradually melted into glass-like crystals under the high temperature, losing their original hardness;

Even the black soil, which was covered with layers of peach blossoms and had never seen the sun for years, was turned into a scorched earth by the raging flames.

Wu Ming didn't dare to pause for a moment. He knew very well that once he was caught up by the sea of ​​fire, even he himself would not be able to withstand the high temperature of the orange-yellow flames for a long time.

So, he kept changing his shape to avoid the pursuit of the flames, while trying his best to control the hundreds of sword lights, hoping to attack the flamingo and interrupt its attack.

And the Qingxiao Sword did not disappoint him. After just ten breaths, he successfully escaped from the terrifying sea of ​​fire and stood on a mountain.

At this critical moment, hundreds of sword lights transformed from the Qingxiao Sword, under Wu Ming's exquisite command, rushed away like meteors and instantly reached the surroundings of the flamingo.

These sword lights were as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye they formed a stream of light that tightly surrounded the flamingo.

The flamingo was obviously startled by the sudden attack, and it let out a sharp cry, as if to protest to the enemy.

However, this did not stop the sword lights from advancing, and they rushed straight towards the flamingo like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

In the blink of an eye, the flamingo's body shook violently, and the flames that were originally burning on its body suddenly gathered into a circular flame shield, covering its entire body.