Mythical Cultivation

At the moment when the tip of his sword touched the corpse, something unexpected happened - the seemingly hard skeleton turned into powder in an instant!

He originally just wanted to see what the owner of the corpse had left behind, but was worried about whether it might be dangerous, so he didn't touch it directly. Instead, he used the Qingxiao Sword to touch it, but he didn't expect this to happen.

Wu Ming stared at the scene in astonishment, wondering to himself, "What on earth is going on? Why is this corpse so fragile that it can't even withstand the slightest touch of the Qingxiao Sword?"

After some observation and thinking, Wu Ming finally realized that the reason why the corpse became like this was most likely due to the miasma in the valley.

The miasma here is extremely strong and corrosive, and even hard bones can hardly resist its erosion.

Wu Ming looked around and found that apart from the pool of powder, there was a dull magical flying sword and an abandoned storage bag scattered on the ground, nothing else.

Apparently, a cultivator had once entered the Youhua Valley, but soon encountered danger and died.

But now only these relics remain to prove that he once left his mark on this world.

As Wu Ming continued to go deeper, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, as if countless bees were flying around his ears.

The sound came closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer, and Wu Ming's nerves became tense.

He did not dare to be careless at all and listened attentively to the buzzing sound while focusing his attention on the surrounding environment.

However, due to the limited vision here, he could only see about ten meters away at most, and he had no idea of ​​the impending danger.

Faced with this unknown situation, Wu Ming responded quickly.

Without hesitation, he raised his Seven Treasures Glazed Tower and placed it in front of him to form a solid defensive barrier.

At the same time, he held the Qingxiao Sword tightly in his hand, and the sword body flashed with cold light. It was obvious that it was ready to attack as soon as the enemy appeared.

As time passed, Wu Ming's heartbeat became faster and faster.

Just when he was extremely nervous, a group of golden insects finally came into his sight.

Wu Ming took a closer look and felt relieved.

It turned out that these bugs were not particularly powerful monsters, but a group of primordial bees.

The Yuan-eating Bee is a relatively famous spiritual insect. They feed on the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth. Anything that contains the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth is their food, and they are very difficult to deal with.

However, their strength is relatively weak, and they have low intelligence and short lifespan, making it basically impossible for them to break through the foundation-building stage.

For cultivators like Wu Ming, although the Yuan-devouring Bees are a bit troublesome, they do not pose too much of a threat.

As long as you handle them carefully, you should be able to deal with them easily.

With Wu Ming's current strength at the middle stage of foundation building, a mere group of Yuan-devouring Bees at the Qi Refining stage cannot pose any threat to him at all.

The Qingxiao Sword in his hand shot out like lightning, instantly transformed into a swimming dragon, and rushed straight towards the group of Yuan-devouring bees.

In an instant, there was a crackling sound, like firecrackers.

Wherever the green sword light passed, the Yuan-eating Bees fell like raindrops, like harvested wheat.

However, in just a short moment, the original swarm of hundreds of Yuan-eating bees had been reduced to half.

However, unexpectedly, despite suffering such heavy damage, these metazoan wasps did not retreat.

Faced with Wu Ming, whose strength far surpassed their own, the remaining swarms of Yuan-devouring Bees were not afraid at all. They continued to swarm forward like a tide, completely disregarding their own casualties.

This scene made Wu Ming feel confused.

Logically speaking, although these Yuan-eating bees have low intelligence, they should also know that the enemy is strong and we are weak.

Why are they so fearless when so many of their own kind have died?

Just as Wu Ming was thinking to himself, suddenly, he felt a stronger wave coming from behind him.

His heart tightened and he looked back hurriedly, only to see that behind him, an even larger swarm of Yuan-devouring bees had emerged!

The dense swarms of Yuan-eating bees, covering the sky and earth, were countless, like a black cloud, sweeping towards him at an alarming speed.

"What the hell is going on? I only killed a few hundred Element Devouring Bees, how did I attract an entire colony of them?"

Wu Ming looked at the dense and overwhelming swarms of Yuan-eating bees in the sky with a blank face, his heart full of confusion and helplessness.

He really couldn't understand why such serious consequences would occur if he just casually killed a small group of Yuan-devouring bees?

This is simply an inexplicable racial war!

Just when Wu Ming was full of doubts, suddenly, a slight fluctuation appeared without warning in the space between him and the colony of Yuan-eating bees.

Immediately afterwards, an unexpected scene unfolded before his eyes—an old man with gray hair and a haggard face suddenly emerged from the void as if by magic.

"Fellow Daoist, help! Help!..."

As soon as the old man appeared, he ran towards Wu Ming without hesitation like a frightened bird, shouting "Help" all the time.

Wu Ming was startled by this sudden change, but he quickly recovered and took a closer look. Then he suddenly realized:

"Oh, I see! They didn't come out in droves because I killed those Element-Eating Bees, but because of this old man who suddenly appeared!"

However, when Wu Ming witnessed the old man's behavior, he did not immediately step forward to help as ordinary people would expect.

Instead, he quickly counted the numbers with his fingers and muttered something.

As he chanted the spell, a fireball as big as a washbasin in diameter suddenly appeared in the air as if it were born out of thin air.

The fireball was a fiery red all over, and the blazing flames seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

It emitted a heart-pounding high temperature, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the heat wave.

Wu Ming controlled the fireball without hesitation, making it fly straight towards the old man who was rushing towards him like a burning meteor.

Although the old man looked somewhat familiar, Wu Ming had no time to care about that at the moment. He decided to eliminate the threat first and then deal with other things.

His intuition told him that the old man had ill intentions, and that a large group of Yuan-devouring bees were following closely behind him. This was clearly a carefully planned conspiracy.