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"Master, this guy doesn't look very tasty." Milkman looked the monk up and down, and then he came to a conclusion and said with a pursed mouth.

"Next time, find something delicious, and kill him now." Qin Ming said slowly.

"Okay." Although the milk boy was not very interested, he still agreed.

After all, Qin Ming has promised him to find delicious ingredients for him.

The monk turned around and was about to run away. He was already seriously injured and had another arm cut off. At this moment, even a cultivator as strong as him at the Divine Fire Realm would have difficulty fighting the sword grass Qin Ming.

"Cut the sky!"

The sword grass condensed into a blue ice sword, and after the sword power enveloped the monk, it cut down with a single sword.

The monk was shocked to realize that the power of the sword slashed by the little milk boy behind him was no less than that of Meng Ming's attack.

No matter how resentful he was in his heart, he longed for revenge, but in the end he followed in the footsteps of his brothers and was killed by the sword grass without too much effort.

The ice sword in Naiwa's hand dissipated, and after waving the dust that didn't exist on her hand, she jumped onto Qin Ming's shoulder step by step.

"Master, I'm good." Sword Grass looked quite flattering.

Qin Ming smiled and patted Jiancao on the head as a sign of encouragement.

The character of this Sword Grass is sometimes old-fashioned, and sometimes it is no different from a lively child, and it seems very close to him.

His eyes fell on the monk's corpse. Anyway, he was also a powerful monk at the level of divine fire. Even though he was dead, the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from his body were still extremely strong.

Some spirits with keen perception dare not approach this jungle at all.

Seemingly aware of it, Qin Ming immediately took two steps forward.

After searching, he quickly found a small black bag in the corpse, about the size of a palm.

When he saw the little bag, his eyes lit up.

"Storage bag?" Qin Ming murmured to himself, and opened the bag involuntarily.

Spiritual power was injected, and as expected, a small dark space appeared before his eyes.

It is very similar to the storage bag he got from the Xuanguishi Temple, but the space in this black bag seems to be smaller, only about fifty or sixty square meters, and about five meters high.

Besides, what surprised Qin Ming the most was the contents of this storage bag.

This is also a major reason why he chose to pursue, to rob the monks of the god fire realm!

Normally, even if he had the sword grass, he might not have this opportunity, but now this is considered a rare situation.

In the storage bag, after removing some sundries, the first thing that catches the eye is the flesh and blood of a large pile of corpses, dripping with blood, which is shocking to see.

Rao Qin Ming was used to seeing life and death, so he couldn't help frowning.

It can only be said that the evil monk is worthy of being an evil monk. Qin Ming felt uncomfortable when he thought that these severed limbs might be their rations.

After removing the mental power, there are some bottles and cans.

Qin Ming took out a small medicine bottle, opened it and took a look.

A very pungent bloody smell suddenly wafted out of the medicine bottle. The scarlet and thick liquid was exactly a bottle full of monk blood.

However, these are useless to Qin Ming, and these blood essences will only have miraculous effects when practicing those sorcerers.

Ordinary swallowing is not as effective as the blood of some fourth- and fifth-tier spirits.

After counting, there are nearly 200 bottles in this storage bag. It is hard to imagine how many monks' blood essence was collected.

Shaking his head, Qin Ming put the blood bottles back, and he will dispose of them later.

In addition, in a corner of the space, there are many shiny objects piled up, which are Yuanjing.

This was exactly what he needed, and he poured it all out with the storage bag.

There are one hundred and seventy-eight low-grade Yuanjing, and two hundred and eighty-seven middle-grade Yuanjing.

In addition, there are three high-grade Yuanjing, which is undoubtedly a windfall for Qin Ming who is already poor.

Especially those three high-grade Yuanjing, converted into middle-grade Yuanjing, are about 300 pieces.

As for the high-grade spiritual method in Lingbao Pavilion, he had seen the price before, and it was only about a hundred middle-grade Yuanjing.

This monk is worthy of being a cultivator in the Divine Fire Realm, and the Yuanjing savings in the storage bag are enough to buy several high-grade spiritual techniques.

In addition, there are several spirit treasures of high quality, all of which were slaughtered and also of extraordinary value.

In general, by killing this cultivator at the Divine Fire Realm, Qin Ming has directly fulfilled his purpose of making money this trip out of the city, and even exceeded the quota.

"En." Qin Ming looked at the roll of bamboo slips he took out from his hand.

There is a layer of seal on it, and his spiritual power cannot penetrate into it.

On the surface of the bamboo slips, there are several characters printed.

"Blood Demon Secret Technique."

"Is this the sorcery they practiced?"

Qin Ming thought so, but because of that layer of seal, he couldn't detect the contents for a while.

However, he is not interested in this method of cannibalism that relies on cannibalism.

It is impossible to learn it, no matter how powerful this set of sorcery is, although he is not a pilgrim, he still has his own basic principles and will not break it easily.

After observing for a while, he took the bamboo slip back.

After disposing of the unnecessary things in the storage bag, Qin Ming quickly left here without staying too long.

After about half an hour, a stream of light descended from the sky and came into this jungle.

The person here is that Yuanchang.

Afterwards, he also had doubts, so he also went down the West Mountain and searched around here.

He had fought against the evil monk, and he could sense the breath of the other party that existed here.

Turning his gaze, he quickly found the buried corpse.

"Huh? Could it be that the disciple of Qiankun Yunzong found him first?" Looking at the remaining sword marks on it, Yuan Chang thought to himself.

In his first reaction, Meng Ming's appearance appeared in his mind, and he thought that the sword wound on the evil monk's body was left by him.

Scanning with mental power, he found that the storage bag on the opponent's body was gone, so he shook his head and left.

"By the way, where did the boy who left without telling you go?"

At this moment, the Qin Ming he was talking about was in some trouble.

He had just left the jungle, but unexpectedly, he was blocked by Meng Ming and the others.

Meng Ming's eyes drifted away from Qin Ming's body, and there was an inquiring look in his eyes.

"Senior brother, he has the aura of those evil monks on him. Shall we arrest him as well? Maybe there are other survivors in that group of evil monks." An inner disciple said in a bad tone, as if he was ready to kill him at any time. hands on.

Although they had just experienced a big battle, if they only dealt with Qin Ming who was only at the reincarnation level, it would be no problem.

After all, they are all monks above the alchemy state.

"Hey, isn't this the kid who drank tea at our table?" Another inner disciple thought Qin Ming looked familiar, and suddenly remembered it with a little surprise.

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