Mythical Cultivation

However, the flamingo seemed to completely ignore the Qingxiao Sword that was chasing it closely. Its fiery red eyes were staring at Wu Ming from beginning to end, as if it wanted to imprint Wu Ming's appearance deeply in its mind.

In this way, the flamingo and Wu Ming looked at each other for just a few breaths, and then it suddenly spread its wings, and all the feathers on its body seemed to be burning, emitting blazing flames.

The next moment, the flamingo shot out at an astonishing speed like a flaming meteor, instantly breaking through the pursuit of the Qingxiao Sword and disappearing into the distant sky like lightning.

Only a long trail of fire was left, as if it was the last trace left in this world.

Seeing the flamingo finally leave, Wu Ming finally felt relieved.

Although with his strength, the flamingo is definitely not a strong opponent, but after all, this flamingo is not an ordinary creature.

If a fight really breaks out, it will not be easy for Wu Ming to kill it. If he is not careful, he might even be injured by it.

"The monster's strength is so strong, it's beyond my expectation!" Wu Ming sighed in his heart.

"This flamingo has only just entered the Foundation Establishment stage, but it already gives me such a strong sense of crisis. If it encounters a higher-level monster, the consequences will be unimaginable."

He couldn't help but think of the various legends about Youhua Valley that he had learned from Liu Jiaxin before, all of which said that this was an extremely dangerous place.

Even cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage may not be able to escape unscathed; only truly powerful ones can make it through unscathed.

Now that he has experienced it personally, Wu Mingcai has a deep understanding of this.

With a movement of his spiritual consciousness, the Qingxiao Sword and the Blood-Crying Whip flew back into his hands quickly as if they had spirits.

At the same time, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower quietly disappeared into his body, as if it had never appeared.

Looking at the injured flamingo fleeing in the distance, Wu Ming hesitated a little.

Although this flamingo was injured, its value is immeasurable. It is covered with precious materials and treasures. Is it worth hunting it down?

However, Wu Ming quickly gave up the idea of ​​tracking the flamingo.

He knew very well that although the flamingo was injured, it was definitely not someone he could kill easily.

Moreover, his main purpose of coming to Youhua Valley this time was to look for the Tianqing Flower, and he didn't want to get too entangled in other things to avoid unnecessary trouble.

What's more, this is not a safe place, and unknown dangers are hidden everywhere.

Wu Ming didn't dare to run around randomly. If he accidentally entered a dangerous place, he would be in real trouble.

After putting away his magic weapon, Wu Ming did not go directly into the Youhua Valley like the others. His eyes fell on the partially intact flamingo tail feathers scattered in the sky.

These tail feathers sparkled red in the sunlight, like burning flames, attracting Wu Ming's attention.

Wu Ming was well aware of the value of these tail feathers. Not only could they be used to refine fire-attributed magical instruments, they could also play an important role in various fields such as alchemy and talismans.

So, he stretched out his hand without hesitation and collected the seven intact crimson tail feathers left by the flamingo one by one.

When he held the seven tail feathers in his hands, a hot breath suddenly hit his face.

He could clearly feel the abundant fire-attribute energy contained in it, which was like a surging torrent, surging endlessly in the tail feathers.

A faint smile appeared on Wu Ming's face. He was very satisfied with his harvest.

This flamingo is indeed a demon beast at the foundation-building stage. The energy contained in its tail feathers is so powerful that even without any refining, it is equivalent to a mid-grade magic weapon.

Moreover, if he refined it a little, these tail feathers could easily be refined into a high-grade magic weapon, or even a top-grade magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel excited. Although this battle was difficult, the rewards were so rich that it was really worth it.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, put the flamingo tail feather in his arms, then sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and began to recover his true energy.

He thought to himself, "I haven't even entered Youhua Valley yet, and I've already encountered a Foundation Establishment level monster. How many dangers are hidden in this valley?"

Thinking of this, he dared not relax at all and had to face the dangers in Youhua Valley in the best condition.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about an incense stick of time, Wu Ming felt that the true energy in his body was gradually replenishing, and his body also recovered to its best condition.

He slowly opened his eyes, stood up, stretched his muscles, and then took careful steps into the Valley of Flowers.

As soon as he entered the valley, a strange fragrance hit him in the face, and Wu Ming couldn't help but frown.

The fragrance was extremely strong, as if it could penetrate one's soul. Although it had no effect on Wu Ming at present, he could feel that the speed at which the Miasma-Breaking Pill was being consumed was even faster.

"The miasma in this Youhua Valley is more dense than outside. I wonder if the miasma-breaking pills are enough?" Wu Ming frowned.

Immediately afterwards, clouds of fog enveloped his body, completely blocking his vision, and his visible distance was only about ten meters.

Wu Ming was shocked and quickly used his spiritual sense to investigate the surrounding situation.

However, what surprised him was that his spiritual awareness could only be projected out of his body within a distance of about ten meters, which was about the same as the distance visible to the naked eye.

And in this short moment, he felt that his spiritual consciousness was being rapidly consumed.

Wu Ming thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly gathered his spiritual awareness, not daring to use it easily again.

Without the assistance of spiritual consciousness, Wu Ming could only rely on his naked eyes to observe the terrain in the valley.

He opened his eyes wide and scanned the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any details.

Wu Ming had just taken a few dozen steps when suddenly his attention was attracted by a human corpse not far ahead.

The corpse lay quietly on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench.

When Wu Ming got closer and took a look, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The flesh and blood on the corpse had completely disappeared, leaving only a pale skeleton, as if it had been devoured by some terrible power.

And the clothes that were supposed to cover the corpse had long since vanished, as if completely destroyed by time and the harsh environment.

Wu Ming hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not reach out his hand.

Instead, he picked up the Qingxiao Sword he carried with him and carefully touched the remaining corpse with the tip of the sword to check the situation inside.