Chapter 21 Black Feather Python

Except for the few people who were responsible for setting up the formation, the other Song family monks beside the pond were more or less injured. At this moment, they each chose a place by the pond and used healing pills to slowly recover from their injuries.

Song Qingming, the great elder Song Gubai, and the twelfth aunt Song Changyun were not injured. At this moment, the three of them were collecting the remaining monster materials by the pond.

In this battle, the Liu family also lost a monk. An elderly monk collected the body of this clan member and was about to ask the clan leader how to deal with it, but found that he had not seen the figure of his clan leader for a long time. The few Liu family monks who knew about it hurriedly pulled the old man aside.

Like the Song family, the Wu family had better luck. No monks died in the battle. Only one clan member was seriously injured, and the others were only slightly injured. Taking on this mission was also a big gain. The clan leader Wu Xiyun was smiling and urging the Wu family members to collect monster materials quickly.

Du Shaokang, the leader of the Du family, was not as relaxed as Wu Xiyun. Although the cultivator who died in the Du family was not highly skilled, he was a close junior of the Du family leader. He did not want to die here accidentally. Although so many clan members saw it and could testify for him, the Du family leader was a protective person. This time, he, the leader of the team, would inevitably be blamed. When he thought of this, he could not relax his frown.

The Liu family paid a lot for this mission. Each family had 200 spirit stones. In addition to the first-level monster materials shared by the three families, each family also received an additional monster material worth about 150 spirit stones. If no clan members died, this trip would be worth the family's annual income.

High returns also mean high risks. Except for young cultivators like Song Qingming who went out for the first time, everyone else had already gotten used to such a bloody battlefield.

Just when everyone was about to collect the remaining monster materials, several bubbles suddenly appeared in the center of the pool. Liu Tianlong, with a pale face, jumped out of the pool and shouted to the Liu family cultivators beside the pool.

"Run, there is a level 2 monster below"

After Liu Tianlong jumped out of the pool, which was just calm, a huge black vortex suddenly appeared. Several people with lower cultivation at the pool were instantly sucked into the vortex.

Song Gubai saw that something was wrong and quickly pulled Song Changyun, who was closest to him, to the shore.

Everyone fled the pool and looked back. The black vortex was getting bigger and bigger. After a while, it suddenly disappeared in the pool. Not long after, a huge black head slowly emerged from the water in the middle of the pool, opened a pair of blood-red eyes and stared at the people on the shore.

"This is the black-feathered python, everyone run!"

When Wu Xiyun saw the huge head, he immediately recognized the origin of the monster and quickly led the Wu family members to escape without looking back.

This black-feathered python came from the depths of the Floating Cloud Mountains. It was a second-level middle-grade demon beast. It came to this pond two years ago and occupied the cave that was originally the home of the silver-armored crab. It also ate many of its fellows. The silver-armored crab could not beat this demon python, so it could only swallow its anger and change its cave in the pond.

The Liu family would send people to investigate this pond every six months, but they did not dare to go deep into the pond, and never noticed the changes at the bottom of the pond.

The black-feathered python practiced on the water veins at the bottom of the pond all day long. When it advanced to the late stage of foundation building, it wanted to devour the water spirit fruit on the water spirit fruit tree to help itself advance. Unexpectedly, Liu Tianlong and the other two intervened and picked the water spirit fruit in advance. At this moment, it finally rushed out of the pond in anger and showed its sharp fangs to the cultivators on the shore.

The cultivators on the shore were also surprised when they heard the name of the black-winged python. Seeing that the monster was already in the middle stage of foundation building, they no longer had the courage to fight. Soon, under the leadership of the Wu family cultivator, they scattered like frightened birds and ran in all directions.

The black-winged python roared angrily, flew out of the pool, and danced its huge body, chasing the Liu family cultivator in front.

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Song Qingming only felt that he and the corpse of the monster under him were instantly sucked into the center of the vortex by a huge force, and instantly sank to the bottom of the pool with the water flow.

After a period of darkness, Song Qingming felt as if he had fallen into a cave at the bottom of a pool. He took out a fist-sized night-shining pearl from the storage bag. With the faint light of the night-shining pearl, Song Qingming found himself sitting in an underwater cave.

The Night Pearl is just a mortal object. Although such a large Night Pearl is a priceless treasure in a secular town, it is just a fun item in the hands of a cultivator. When Song Qingming was setting up a stall in Caolu Mountain, he only used a low-grade spiritual talisman to exchange this item from an elderly cultivator in the middle level of Qi Refining.

With the light emitted by the Night Pearl, Song Qingming used a water-avoiding spell to separate the clear water on his body. When he was about to get up, he found that his abdomen was in pain. It seemed that several bones were broken. He checked his other parts and found that he had some injuries all over his body. He quickly poured out a few hemostatic pills and took them.

Looking at the dark cave in front of him and the piles of monster bones beside him, Song Qingming couldn't help but feel a little scared. He seemed to be sucked into the cave by some monster. Before being sucked into the whirlpool, he also clearly heard Liu Tianlong's shouting. It seemed that there was still a monster under the water. The cave in front of the cave might be the cave of the monster.

I have to leave here quickly and find a place to heal my wounds and restore my spiritual power, otherwise I'm afraid my life will be in danger when the monster comes back.

After walking more than ten feet to the cave exit, Song Qingming quickly walked out of the cave and came to the bottom of the pool. Fortunately, the monsters in the pool had been basically killed by everyone before, otherwise even if a mid-level monster came in this water, Song Qingming would be afraid that there would be no way up to the sky or down to the earth.

Carefully checking the surroundings and seeing that there was no danger, Song Qingming left the cave and swam above the pool. Just after swimming a few feet away, his eyes were attracted by a few spiritual herbs on the reef not far away.

Song Qingming swam over and saw that these seemed to be a few first-level Xuanyou flowers, which seemed to be about fifty or sixty years old. These spiritual herbs could be exchanged for at least seven or eight spiritual stones in the market. After looking around and seeing that there was no movement, he happily stepped on these herbs and put them into the storage bag.

Just as he was about to leave, he found a beautiful red bag hanging on the other side of the reef.

"This seems to be a storage bag."

Song Qingming picked up the red bag and looked at it carefully. It was indeed a storage bag of a cultivator. However, most cultivators' storage bags were restricted. He couldn't open the bag now. He didn't know who dropped it here, but he was sure that this storage bag was definitely not from the Song family, because all the cultivators of the Song family, including himself, used storage bags of the same green-yellow color.

"It should be a cultivator who was unlucky like me, who just fell here when he was swept into the pond."

Song Qingming looked at the style of the storage bag. It seemed to be of higher quality than the low-level storage bag he used.

The storage bag Song Qingming used was the one he received from the family's gold storage pavilion when he broke through the middle stage of Qi Refining. This low-level storage bag had limited space, and the inside was only three feet in diameter. The storage bag in his hand now should be a high-quality storage bag, and the space inside was several times larger, with a radius of six feet.

After he went up, if someone came to question him, he would definitely hand it over voluntarily. If that person had died in the pool, he would naturally deny it. The pool was full of dangers and there were unknown monsters. It was normal for the storage bag to be swallowed up. They might not dare to go down to look for it. Such a storage bag could be sold for at least hundreds of spirit stones in the market. Even if the storage bag was empty, it was worth taking the risk.

He had worked hard for two years to sell talismans, but only saved more than a hundred spirit stones. The value of this storage bag was equal to what he had earned from making talismans day and night for two years.

Song Qingming looked around carefully to make sure there was no one around, quietly put away the storage bag, and swam quickly to the top of the pool.

When he jumped out of the pool, he saw that the shore was in a mess, but there was no one in sight. There was only a pile of monster materials that they had not yet collected, and the bodies of two Liu family monks not far away.

Song Qingming was shocked. He must have encountered a powerful monster. He didn't even care about the monster materials that were priceless to him and ran away in a hurry.