Chapter 1981 Golden Moth
Fortunately, the Green Lotus Armor blocked most of the power of the moth thorn, and there was no serious wound on the arm. However, the toxicity of the moth thorn was not easy to dissolve, and it soon penetrated into the blood vessels and meridians of the arm. Qingyang's right arm swelled several times and glowed with a black light.
Qingyang also encountered this kind of toxicity for the first time, and he was a little unprepared to deal with it, so the toxicity of the moth thorn spread to the whole arm, and even spread to the whole body. Fortunately, he had the foundation of a spiritual cultivator, and this poison would not take his life. Qingyang quickly figured out the toxicity of the moth thorn, controlled the spread of other parts of the body, and began to try to force out the toxins in his right arm.
Qingyang was able to block the simultaneous attack of four people, which was somewhat beyond the expectations of the big-headed strong man. He still knew his subordinates very well. The four people joined forces and even he could not take down himself. This Qingyang was a little too strong. However, he knew more about the power of the moth thorn. Since Qingyang was already poisoned and his face seemed to be faintly black, he was not far from death. The poison of the moth thorn was not only highly toxic, but also had the effect of slowing down the monk's movements. Qingyang was already injured, and now his movements were restricted. He could only passively take the beating. It was only a matter of time before he was killed.
There was no need for the big-headed strong man to urge him. When the four saw Qingyang being hit by the moth thorn, their courage doubled. They each used their magic weapons to perform a big move to bombard Qingyang, and they were about to cut him into pieces.
At this time, Qingyang had already figured out the strength of these people. The moth clan monks did have many methods, but they all took advantage of the unexpected. In fact, they were similar to other monks of the same level. Once the details of these people were figured out, it would be easy to deal with them.
I didn't say anything from beginning to end, and I had never offended the moth clan before, but the other party clearly wanted to kill me. It was really unreasonable. It seemed that I couldn't hold back any longer.
Seeing that the attack of the four moth clan members was about to overwhelm Qingyang, and Qingyang had already made up his mind to use his trump card to deal with the enemy in front of him, he heard someone suddenly shouting in the distance: "Stop! Jinming, you are so brave that you dare to kill my lone human cultivator here."
At the same time, four figures rushed towards this side. When the moth clan members heard the voice, their faces suddenly changed, and the four people who were attacking also stopped attacking involuntarily.
They were not afraid of the newcomers, but the moth tribe and the human race had been fighting but not breaking for many years. They could do whatever they wanted in private, as long as they were not caught by the other party. But if they killed someone in front of the other party, it would be a bit of a rift. Cangmu City is not only home to the moth tribe and the human race, but also other races. If the two races fought here, only others would benefit.
After a few breaths, four figures came to the front. The first one was a young human cultivator with the cultivation level of the second level of the Nascent Soul. He was very young and seemed to have good qualifications. He was dressed in white, with a resolute look and a bit of righteousness on his face. The other three were all Jindan cultivators, an old man at the eighth level of the Jindan, and a couple at the sixth level of the Jindan. The cultivation levels of these three were much lower than that of the young man, but they were much older than that young man. At first glance, they were subordinates and followers.
The young man in white first glanced at Qingyang, nodded slightly, then turned his head to look at the big-headed strong man, and said: "Jin Ming, you are also a famous figure of the younger generation of the Ming clan. How come you are becoming more and more useless and can even do such a thing of taking advantage of others' misfortune?"
Being questioned by the other party in person, the big-headed strong man looked very ugly, staring at the young man in white and said: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Gu Mufeng, a rare genius of the Cangmu City human race in a thousand years. No wonder he is so arrogant. Although this person is a cultivator of your human race, he is obviously not from our Cangmu City. For this kind of foreign cultivator with unknown origin, what's wrong with us investigating him in person?"
The young man in white, Gu Mufeng, snorted coldly and said: "No matter whether this person is from Cangmu City or not, since he is a cultivator of my human race, you, the Ming clan, will not be allowed to bully him at will."
"What? Are you, Gu Mufeng, going to fight with me?" The big-headed strong man said gloomily.
"Let's fight, who's afraid of who? I heard that you, Jin Ming, are the best among the younger generation of the Minglong Clan, with extraordinary strength. I have long wanted to see you." Gu Mufeng said unwillingly.
The two sides were on edge for a while, and it seemed that they were about to fight. The old man in green from the Minglong Clan took a few steps forward and whispered: "Young Master, since the human race can arrive in time, there is no guarantee that the cultivators of other tribes are not nearby. There is no need to fight with them to the point of mutual destruction. It is more important to do business."
The words of the old man in green immediately dispelled Jin Ming's thoughts. This Gu Mufeng, like himself, is a leader among the younger generation of each tribe, and even more popular. Cross-level challenges are not a problem. Jin Ming was not an opponent before he broke through the third level of the Nascent Soul. Although his cultivation level is now one level higher, he is not completely sure of winning, so the five-to-five Minglong Clan is not dominant.
Even if the Jinming tribe can win, they will definitely have to pay a huge price. What if there are other tribes hiding nearby, and they will be caught by the mantis while the oriole is behind? Wouldn't it be a waste of money for others? What's more, they have more important things to do later. Going there with injuries will miss the big things.
Thinking of this, Jinming has already thought of retreating, but he can't give in for the sake of face. Jinming snorted coldly: "If you want to see it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. For your sake, Gu Mufeng, I will spare his life this time. If I meet him again next time, it won't be so easy."
"Let's go!" After saying that, Jinming left with his subordinates without looking back.
Seeing the group of the moth clan disappear in the dense forest, Gu Mufeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he said tough, he was actually very worried that the golden moth would fight him regardless. Both sides were the best of the younger generation of each clan. Facing the golden moth with a higher level of cultivation, Gu Changfeng had no confidence in winning. Now that the other party took the initiative to retreat, it was the best.
Qingyang was in a different mood at this time. It is said that there are countless races in the spiritual world. Being able to meet human monks here is naturally intimate. Compared with the unreasonable moth clan, Qingyang is more willing to deal with human monks, not to mention that these people saved him. Although Qingyang has the means to protect himself, the other party does not know that being able to come out at this time is also a life-saving grace. At least it saves Qingyang a lot of trouble and does not need to expose his trump card early.
Qingyang packed up a bit, took a few steps forward, bowed to Gu Mufeng, and said, "I am Qingyang, thank you fellow Taoists, if you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I would have lost my life this time."