I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

Chapter Thirty-Two: Different Thoughts, Different Fears! Reckless and Ignorant!

The dense swarm of insects surged in like a black tide.

The sharp chirping of insects converged into piercing sound waves that echoed repeatedly in the valley, causing eardrums to ache. The air was filled with a stench that was a mixture of poisonous miasma and the unique stench of insects.

Zhou Ding's expression was serious. With a thought, the dark scale armor he wore close to his body suddenly shone brightly, forming a tough and dark light shield that covered his entire body.

Although these poisonous insects were numerous, their individual strength was only at the low level of level one, and with his current defensive capabilities, they did not pose a fatal threat.

The real danger lies with those who drive these poisonous insects.

Xiao Jin's Earth Listening Technique clearly detected three hidden auras lurking behind the pile of rocks outside the valley entrance.

Two were at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and one was at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

The aura of the Qi Refining thirteenth level cultivator was particularly deep and concentrated, and there were three even more intense and violent life waves beside him, which were three first-level high-grade contracted spirit beasts.

The pest control team consumes resources in front, while the owner waits in the wings to strike.

Well thought out.

Zhou Ding unleashed his golden blade, the golden sword light transforming into a ten-foot-long, sharp rainbow that swept across the swarm of insects!

Wherever the sword's edge passed, poisonous insects were torn in two as if they were made of paper, their dark green fluids splattering everywhere, and a stench of burning flesh filling the air.

With the power of a single sword strike, a large area of ​​blank space was cleared.

Just as he was about to continue his attack, he suddenly sensed something amiss behind him.

Turning around, he saw Han Li standing steadily behind him, holding a tortoise-shell shield with dim spiritual light, clearly a mid-grade magic weapon, casually swatting away the few stragglers that had managed to escape Zhou Ding's sword light.

He looked exactly like a follower who was picking up experience from a master, slacking off with a clear conscience and a sense of self-righteousness.

Zhou Ding's eye twitched slightly.

He couldn't believe that Han Li, who could exchange three hundred years' worth of spiritual herbs for the Golden Armor Talisman from his Uncle Li, dare to venture alone into the Crimson Forbidden Land and survive to this day, would be so poor that he couldn't even afford a top-tier magic weapon.

This guy is clearly hiding his true strength, letting himself take the lead and draw fire so he can conserve his power.

Zhou Ding's heart stirred, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Junior Brother Han."

He suddenly spoke up: "These poisonous insects are ferocious; you hold them off for a while. I'll go and pick those purple monkey flowers to prevent them from being ruined by these insects. I'll come back to help you after I've finished!"

Before he finished speaking, he swayed and decisively abandoned Han Li. His Cloud-Stepping Boots flashed with spiritual light, and he rushed straight towards the patch of purple monkey flowers.

So fast was the speed that before the afterimage remained in place, the person was already several feet away.

Han Li's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He watched Zhou Ding's departing figure silently, then looked at the overwhelming swarm of insects surging in front of him, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he patted the storage bag.

"Buzz—"

Eight pale golden streaks of light shot out one after another, drawing mysterious and sharp trajectories in the air, connecting end to end, and in an instant forming an impenetrable sword net!

Each sword light was incomparably sharp, spitting out sword beams over a foot long, shredding any approaching poisonous insects into dust!

It was the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade set obtained from Wanbaolou.

The eight sub-blades, guided by the mother blade, moved with effortless ease. Wherever the sword net passed, the swarm of insects melted away in swathes, like snow being poured into boiling water.

At the same time, a small, square shield, entirely golden and radiant with spiritual light, flew out and hovered beside him, transforming into a solid light screen that blocked all the poisonous insects that managed to break through the sword net.

Two top-tier magical artifacts.

One set for offense, one set for defense.

Zhou Ding had already rushed to the edge of the purple monkey flower bush and was picking them quickly with amazing skill. He caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

That's more like it.

His hands moved swiftly, carefully digging up the mature purple monkey flower with its roots still in the soil, and placing it into a jade box.

In just a few breaths, the entire astonishingly valuable purple monkey flower was stored in his storage bag.

"Junior Brother Han!" Zhou Ding called out, "We've obtained the elixir; it's not wise to engage the enemy in prolonged combat. Let's retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his cloud-stepping boots shone brightly with azure light, and he shot off towards the outside of the valley like a wisp of green smoke without looking back.

Han Li: "..."

He clearly said he would come to help me after he finished harvesting.

Han Li took a deep breath, and without saying a word, put away the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade and the Golden Shield. He also activated his flying magic weapon and flew away from the valley.

He wouldn't walk the same path as this guy who so brazenly betrayed his teammates.

"Oh no! They're trying to escape!"

Behind the pile of rocks, three figures finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Three beams of light shot into the sky, splitting up to intercept them.

The leader, a cultivator from Spirit Beast Mountain at the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining with a sinister face, shouted sternly, "Fellow Daoists, leave your storage bags behind, and we'll spare your lives!"

Three spirit beasts also surrounded them.

A giant iron-feathered eagle with a wingspan of over ten feet flapped its wings and let out a long cry.

A red-eyed demon wolf with glossy fur and bared fangs growled in a low voice.

A giant, colorful python, as thick as a water bucket, flicked its tongue.

The combined ferocity of the three level-one high-ranking demonic beasts was terrifying.

Zhou Ding glanced at the Qi Refining Level 13 escape light chasing after him, and then looked at Han Li, who was being attacked by two Qi Refining Level 12 cultivators.

He took a half step back without making a sound, and quietly moved behind Han Li.

Han Li frowned.

He subconsciously took a step back, only to find that Zhou Ding had already stood steadily behind him, neither too close nor too far, just enough to "push" him to the front.

Han Li's lips twitched slightly.

This Senior Brother Zhou... is truly a kindred spirit.

"Junior Brother Han."

Zhou Ding's voice came from behind, sincere in tone, as he stuffed a storage bag into Han Li's hand: "This is the purple monkey flower you requested. I am honored that I have not failed you."

Han Li looked down at the storage bag that had suddenly appeared in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"The enemy outnumbers us; a direct confrontation is not advisable."

Zhou Ding said earnestly, "My suggestion is that we break out separately. Junior Brother Han, until we meet again!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of light and sped off in one direction.

With the Cloud-Stepping Boots, his speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, only a blurry silhouette remained.

Han Li: "..."

He quietly put the purple monkey flower away.

Without hesitation, he chose another direction, activated his flying artifact with all his might, and fled into the distance.

Acting separately suited his wishes perfectly.

He also didn't want to reveal too many of his cards to Zhou Ding.

"Chase!"

The three soldiers from the Spirit Beast Mountain split into two groups.

The Qi Refining Level 13 man, with a gloomy face, rode his Iron Feather Giant Eagle, relentlessly pursuing Zhou Ding.

The other two, along with the Crimson-Eyed Demon Wolf and the Spotted Giant Python, chased after Han Li.

……

After a while.

Deep in a dense forest.

"ah--!"

A short, piercing scream shattered the silence of the forest.

The Qi Refining Level 13 cultivator from Spirit Beast Mountain stared wide-eyed as he fell straight backward, blood still gushing from the hole in his chest.

He died without ever seeing clearly what that gray shadow that rose from the ground and tore apart his protective aura with a claw was.

The Iron-Feathered Giant Eagle let out a mournful cry as it was cleaved from the sky by the golden blade, its massive body smashing through several trees as thick as bowls.

Zhou Ding sheathed the golden blade, and Little Gold emerged from beside the corpse, its claws, gleaming with dark light, still dripping with blood.

He skillfully removed the storage bag from the cultivator of Spirit Beast Mountain and took all the valuable materials from the spirit beast.

"act recklessly."

A fireball fell, burning the corpse and the remains of the monster to ashes.

Zhou Ding's figure flashed and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

……

Another battlefield.

Han Li put away the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade and picked up the storage bags of the two Spirit Beast Mountain cultivators.

His robes were torn in several places, making him look slightly disheveled, but his eyes remained calm and steady, and his aura showed no signs of weakening.

He glanced in the direction Zhou Ding had disappeared, lost in thought.

Then, he looked away and quickly left.

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