Mythical Cultivation

However, this incident served as a wake-up call for Wu Ming.

From now on, regardless of whether he will ever need them, he should stockpile as many different methods as possible so that he will not be at a loss if he suddenly faces a similar predicament someday.

Having made up his mind, Wu Ming threw out the Flame Talisman in his hand again without hesitation.

Several talismans transformed into fiery red flaming birds, which shot off like arrows, heading straight for the demonic arrow that was hurtling towards him!

This time, the Flamebird did not use its blazing flames to burn the arrows as it had done before.

On the contrary, when they struck the arrows, they burst apart instantly!

Wu Ming was using the Flame Talismans in his hand as Explosion Talismans. Although the effect was somewhat inferior, he could win by sheer quantity.

The explosion of a Flamebird could only cause the jet-black arrow to vibrate slightly, but it could not cause any real damage.

However, if two Flamebirds explode at the same time, it will cause some damage to the arrow;

Once the three Flame Birds detonate together, the power of this arrow, which is full of demonic energy and extremely lethal, will be greatly reduced!

With a series of deafening explosions, a series of earth-shattering roars echoed through the sky.

From a distance, it looked as if the entire space was on fire!

Such a spectacular scene even made the many cultivators watching from afar turn their heads in disbelief, their faces filled with astonishment!

After all, such extravagant use of talismans is extremely rare for these people; it's something they've never seen before in their lives!

Based on what they witnessed, Wu Ming had consumed as many as thirty or forty second-tier talismans in just a short period of time.

Although each second-tier low-level talisman is only worth a little over a hundred spirit stones, the talismans that Wu Ming has consumed in this short time are probably worth three or four thousand spirit stones!

The thought that he had painstakingly saved up so many spirit stones over the years, only to have them squandered in the blink of an eye, was heartbreaking.

The many cultivators present couldn't help but feel a mixture of envy and secret jealousy.

Regardless of the turbulent emotions and mixed feelings in the hearts of those cultivators.

But just then, a deafening roar was heard.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, and the three demonic arrows that had been charging menacingly toward Wu Ming were damaged in the sudden explosion, even swaying from side to side.

At the same time, the originally dense demonic energy on the magic arrow leaked out like a flood bursting its banks, leaving only a small amount of its original aura in the blink of an eye.

After taking in everything that was happening before his eyes, Wu Ming's eyes lit up slightly, and then a thought flashed through his mind: "A good opportunity!"

With a thought, the Azure Sky Sword in the distance seemed to understand him instantly, suddenly swirling and flying, then slashing fiercely at the three demonic arrows like a bolt of azure lightning.

A series of crisp, melodious "click-click-click..." sounds rang out.

The three demonic arrows were utterly powerless against the incomparably sharp sword light of the Azure Sky Sword. They shattered one after another and eventually turned into ashes that drifted into the void.

Seeing that the threat that had been troubling him for so long was finally gone, Wu Ming's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back down.

However, in stark contrast to Wu Ming, the other three cultivators were clearly not so fortunate.

They were helpless against the demonic arrows that had been shot at them, unable to deflect them.

At this moment, the man in black launched another attack, this time with even greater power.

Despite their best efforts to resist, they were ultimately unable to withstand the overwhelming onslaught of arrows.

With three muffled groans, the three cultivators who had narrowly escaped the Heart-Corroding Curse ultimately could not escape the clutches of death and departed with resentment.

Upon hearing this sudden sound, Wu Ming's heart tightened, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

He looked toward the battlefield following the sound and saw three cultivators lying on the ground, lifeless.

Witnessing this scene, Wu Ming's initial sense of relief instantly turned heavy, as if he were being crushed by a boulder.

Brother Wu, this is really troublesome!

Just then, Pan Ning's anxious shouts reached Wu Ming's ears, striking him like a heavy hammer and jolting him awake from his reverie.

"Yes! Now it's just the two of us left to deal with these mysterious men in black. Is this really all we can do today?"

Wu Ming said calmly.

Hearing Wu Ming's calm tone, Pan Ning also turned his head. He didn't expect that his junior brother Wu could remain calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him!

The reason Wu Ming wasn't too worried was because he knew that in this mission, the three of them were just a facade to attract the enemy's attention.

The truly formidable figures, however, lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

The experts from the sect certainly wouldn't sit idly by and watch the three of them perish in danger!

Therefore, Wu Ming never took this group of arrogant and domineering men in black seriously.

However, having to reveal the sect's hidden trump card prematurely was somewhat of a drawback for him...

Just as Wu Ming and Pan Ning were talking in hushed tones, a sinister laugh suddenly drifted over from afar:

"Hehehe~

Now it's just the two of you left. I'd like to see how you're going to hold out!

As the man in black finished speaking, he lightly waved his right hand, and a jet-black throwing knife, gleaming with a cold light, suddenly appeared in his palm like a ghost.

This throwing knife has a unique shape, with its blade coiled and twisted, resembling a venomous snake that has been lurking for a long time, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

Almost at the same instant, the ink-black throwing knife shot out at an astonishing speed, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the void.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

However, a strong sense of crisis welled up in Wu Ming's heart, making him dare not be negligent in the slightest.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his magical artifact—the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

When the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda was summoned, it appeared above Wu Ming's head, and then countless rays of glazed light descended, protecting Wu Ming within it.

But just as the azure-colored protective shield in front of Wu Ming was formed, a sudden change occurred!

The black throwing knife that had disappeared reappeared like a ghost, and was only three feet away from Wu Ming!

At that moment, the light curtain emitted by the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda was also formed.