Mythical Cultivation

The three-legged frog roared angrily throughout the room. It grabbed a huge rock with its forelimbs and threw it at Wu Ming. Wu Ming quickly jumped out of the way, and the rock hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of mud and water.

Wu Ming knew he couldn't continue like this. The swamp was too dangerous, and he had to find the frog's weakness as soon as possible to eliminate it. He carefully observed the frog's movements and found that every time it jumped, a small gap would appear under its belly.

Wu Ming seized the opportunity and rushed towards the three-legged frog with his golden sword. When the frog jumped up, the golden sword stabbed into the gap. This time, the sword finally pierced the frog's skin, and blood gushed out.

The three-legged frog screamed in pain. While the blow hadn't mortally wounded it, it had severely weakened it and significantly reduced its speed. It no longer pursued Wu Ming, instead spitting out its nimble tongue, several meters long, which repeatedly struck at the earthen shield talisman on Wu Ming's body. Along with the attack of its fleshy tongue, a drowsy smell reached Wu Ming's nose.

Fortunately, Wu Ming was alert and had already put a detoxification pill in his mouth when he first entered the swamp. As soon as he smelled the odor, he crushed the pill in his mouth, and the pill took effect, instantly clearing Wu Ming's mind. As expected, the monsters in the swamp were all poisonous. Fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise he would have been infected.

But within a breath or two, the earthen shield talisman in front of Wu Ming shattered and dissipated into the air. Fortunately, Wu Ming had secretly summoned the White Cloud Banner at the beginning of the battle and stood beside him. After the three-legged frog's tongue shattered the earthen shield talisman, it struck Wu Ming again, but it was like hitting cotton, causing no harm to Wu Ming.

Wu Ming also took the opportunity to command the golden sword to stab its tongue, but unfortunately the three-legged frog's tongue was too flexible and was retracted in an instant.

However, the three-legged frog was stabbed in the stomach by Wu Ming and was seriously injured. The blood had stained the swamp and even attracted some monsters in the surrounding area.

Wu Ming and the three-legged frog saw all of this, and Wu Ming was ready for a quick fight. Meanwhile, the three-legged frog was beginning to retreat, fearing that if the fight continued, it would surely die.

The man and the frog made up their minds and acted according to their own ideas.

Wu Ming quietly took out the Blood-Weeping Whip he had just refined, secretly plotting how to catch the enemy off guard. He continued to attack the three-legged frog with the golden sword as usual.

But at the same time, the Bloodthirsty Whip, like a cunning and venomous snake, quietly stretched out from the ground and slithered towards the three-legged frog. The Bloodthirsty Whip nimbly avoided the surrounding obstacles and approached the three-legged frog silently.

Seeing the golden sword coming, the three-legged frog pretended to resist, flicking its tongue towards Wu Ming while actually leaping into a nearby puddle. However, this actually suited Wu Ming's wishes. Just as the three-legged frog's body was about to touch the water, a cold breath suddenly emanated from beneath it!

The three-legged frog felt threatened by this aura and struggled desperately to avoid it, but it was too late. The Bloodthirsty Whip bound it, and the Golden Light Sword pierced through its mouth and then exited through its abdomen, killing the three-legged frog.

Wu Ming did not delay and used the golden sword to remove the poisonous naan from the three-legged frog, leaving the three-legged frog's body behind, then stepped on the flying sword and headed in another direction.

Less than an hour after Wu Ming left, the area suddenly became unusually lively. A swarm of ferocious monsters of varying shapes appeared in the area, circling in the air and stalking the ground, creating a chilling spectacle.

These monsters come in many varieties, but the most striking are undoubtedly the Red Thread Snake and the Iron Bone Snake. The Red Thread Snake is blood-red, several feet long, and its movement resembles a streak of red lightning; while the Iron Bone Snake, covered in hard scales, is as strong as steel, giving it an air of indestructibility.

Besides them, wolf-headed bats flapped their massive wings, emitting sharp cries, while seven-star spiders lay quietly on branches, their eight eyes gleaming with mysterious light. Numerous demonic beasts gathered here, clearly attracted by the corpse of the three-legged frog.

Faced with so many rivals, the beasts showed no fear, each displaying their immense strength. With their claws and fangs bared, they pounced on the three-legged frog's corpse, and a fierce battle ensued. Some used their sharp claws to tear at the frog's body, while others used their razor-sharp teeth to gnaw at its remains. The scene was bloody and brutal.

In this chaotic battle, each beast fought tooth and nail, attempting to seize the precious resources contained within the three-legged frog. However, who would ultimately succeed and emerge victorious in this fierce battle? The answer might only be revealed after the battle was over, but that was irrelevant to Wu Ming, who had already left dozens of miles behind.

Wu Ming controlled his flying sword and arrived at a place with lush vegetation and flourishing branches. He stopped his sword and stood firmly on a thick tree branch. Looking down, he saw colorful bubbles rising continuously from the swamp below, making people wonder if they were the breath of monsters or the poisonous mist accumulated over the passage of time.

Just a few feet above the ground, a thick layer of miasma also permeated the air. This miasma, like smoke and fog, gave people a hazy and disorienting feeling. Faced with this situation, even Wu Ming, who possessed detoxification pills, was not completely confident that he could resist the invasion of this strange miasma.

Looking at the swamp again, the number of demonic beasts lurking within is incalculable. Most of them hide in the stagnant water, making them extremely difficult to detect. Even cultivators who have established a foundation in the Dao would never venture into these waters. Therefore, despite the abundance of demonic beasts here, only a few cultivators dare to venture forth.

Just as Wu Ming was racking his brains to figure out how to safely search for the poisoned naan, something unexpected happened, catching him off guard! The tree he was leaning against suddenly erupted with countless vines. These vines weren't pure green; upon closer inspection, they were tinged with dark black, the product of dried, congealed blood! Suddenly, Wu Ming realized: this seemingly harmless tree was actually a terrifying, man-eating plant!

Watching those hideous, twisted vines swiftly pounce on him like snakes, about to entangle him tightly, at the critical moment, the Golden Sword suddenly unsheathed, soaring into the air like a golden whirlwind, instantly transforming into a sharp sword dance, severing all the flying vines! Fortunately, although these vines were numerous, their texture was far less indestructible than imagined, and they collapsed before the incomparably sharp blade of the Golden Sword.

Wu Ming did not dare to delay for a moment. He leaped up and nimbly broke away from the tree trunk, landing steadily on the Qingyun Sword. Then he steered the flying sword and rushed in another direction.