Qinghe Immortal Clan.

Chapter 424 Golden Fantasy Butterfly

Somewhat surprisingly, after these spiritual insects were no longer under human control, their number suddenly decreased a lot, as if they suddenly disappeared out of thin air. This also made Song Qingming suddenly feel a little strange.

But at this time, Song Qingming didn't care about it anymore. After taking the storage bags of the three people lying on the ground into his hands, he turned around and flew directly towards Xu Ziyan.

The woman in purple who was still fighting with Xu Ziyan did not expect that Song Qingming, who had just looked ugly, could kill her three companions so quickly. At this moment, when she saw Song Qingming coming towards her, she suddenly became a little frightened. got up.

I saw a second-level middle-grade spiritual talisman thrown out of her hand, forcing Xu Ziyan who was fighting with her back, and then quickly turned around and quit the battle, jumped on the flying boat she came from, and even the remaining companion also No more, just run south.

She completely underestimated Song Qingming's strength in this battle. In the eyes of the woman in purple, Song Qingming was not a disciple of a large sect like Xiaoyao Sect. Based on his personal strength, it should be logical that he should be a little stronger than ordinary casual cultivators.

Although the two monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment who were responsible for restraining Song Qingming were average in strength, the woman in purple was still somewhat confident in the magical powers of the skinny old man in the late stage of foundation establishment.

The three of them teamed up to besiege an ordinary monk who was on the ninth level of the foundation. Although I can't say that they can win 100%, they won't lose so quickly!

But she didn't expect that Song Qingming's magical weapons were not only very sophisticated, but also his skills and magical powers were not weaker than those of the foundation-building monks of the sect. Moreover, Song Qingming had experienced countless battles since he entered the Tao and came down the mountain, and his experience in fighting was far from that of an ordinary person. A foundation-building monk can compare.

The three people who besieged Song Qingming didn't even show a better quality magic weapon in the battle. Only the spirit insects controlled by the skinny old man could pose some threat to him, and the best defensive magic weapons of the other two monks. Even the second-level low-grade spell, Song Qingming's invisible light-escape needle, which he had practiced for many years, couldn't stop it.

The woman in purple was filled with regret at this moment. This time, they were only here for Xu Ziyan and the two of them. Who knew that Song Qingming, a master in the foundation building stage, suddenly appeared and caught them off guard.

When Song Qingming expressed his intention to intervene in this matter, the woman in purple actually hesitated for a moment, but in the face of a priceless elixir-forming spiritual object like the Golden Yang Fire Spirit, she finally could not resist the temptation and chose to force it. As a result, all the companions she brought were folded here.

"Witch, please leave!"

Seeing that the other party suddenly wanted to escape, Xu Ziyan chased after him reluctantly and wanted to keep him. Unfortunately, the speed of the flying sword under her feet was still much slower than that of the flying boat controlled by the woman in purple. She was soon caught. The other party was left behind.

On another battlefield, a bald man faced Junior Sister Xu Ziyan. After seeing the leading woman in purple abandoning him, he immediately panicked and wanted to escape from the battle.

It's just that his luck and strength were not as good as the woman in purple. Before he could run a few steps, he was caught by his opponent again, and he soon died in the hands of Song Qingming, who turned around to support him.

After killing this person, Song Qingming and the other two waited for a moment before Xu Ziyan slowly flew back and shouted angrily:
"This temptress has some pretty good ways of escaping. I won't let her go easily next time I run into her!"

"Haha! Don't chase after poor bandits, and don't think too much about Captain Xu. This woman in purple has great magical powers, and she is probably not an ordinary cultivator. If you really encounter her, you'd better be careful!" "Yes, Senior Sister Xu, this time Once we encountered a disaster, it was God's blessing that we were safe and sound, thanks to Brother Song's generous help." Seeing that Xu Ziyan was still reluctant to forgive, the woman in green hurriedly smiled and stepped forward to comfort her.

Xu Ziyan smiled and nodded, then turned to Song Qingming with the woman in Tsing Yi, bent down and bowed her hands and said:

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Song, for your help. If you hadn't taken action this time, Junior Sister Hu and I would have been poisoned by these villains today."

Seeing this, Song Qingming hurriedly stepped forward to support them. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Captain Xu was very kind to me back then. Now that Song has met me today, how can I stand by and watch? This can be regarded as a special purpose from God." Leave me a chance to repay your kindness."

After lifting Xu Ziyan and the two up, Song Qingming looked around and said: "There was so much movement here just now, I'm afraid it will attract other monks, and it's not advisable to stay for a long time. Let's deal with it quickly and leave here!"

After the three of them looked at each other and smiled, they turned around and began to clean up the few corpses left on the ground and the spiritual objects on them.

Except for the storage bag on the bald man, which was taken away by the woman in green, the magical weapons and storage bags surrounding Song Qingming all fell into Song Qingming's hands.

Although the bald man died in the hands of Song Qingming in the end, the main contributor was the woman in green who fought against him. Song Qingming didn't care about this. Anyway, he already had enough trophies on him and he didn't care if he lost this. A storage bag.

In contrast, Song Qingming was more interested in the golden spirit insects that were still flying randomly in the sky. His eyes had never left them since the battle.

"These spirit insects are really weird. The owner is already dead. Why haven't you left and stayed here?" Xu Ziyan on the side saw Song Qingming staring at the spirit insects in the sky and followed him.

Seeing that both Song Qingming and Song Qingming were a little confused, the woman in green who had just used the fireball technique to burn the corpses picked up a white bag and said softly to them:

"If I read it correctly, these insects should be a very rare spiritual insect in the world of immortality, the Golden Fantasy Butterfly. I have seen this kind of spiritual insect in a sect's book that records spiritual insects. The reason why these insects are It still stays here because this kind of spirit insect cannot leave its master's spirit beast bag for a long time after recognizing its master in its infancy.

No matter how long they have been out, they must return to the spirit beast bag to hibernate every day. Otherwise, they will not survive long without sufficient spiritual energy replenishment within a certain period of time in the wild. "

After the woman in green clothes finished speaking, she opened the white bag in her hand. Soon, the golden spirit insects that were still running around in the sky flew over and entered the white bag.

"I just found this spirit beast bag from the old man. If Brother Song is interested in this spirit insect, he can just take it back and study it slowly." After the woman in green put these golden butterflies in her hands, she directly held the white magic butterfly in her hand. The spirit beast bag was handed to Song Qingming, who had been looking at her.

(End of this chapter)