Chapter 424 Golden Illusion Butterfly

Somewhat unexpectedly, after these spirit insects were no longer controlled by people, their number suddenly decreased a lot, as if they suddenly disappeared out of thin air, which made Song Qingming feel a little strange.

However, at this time, Song Qingming could not care about these things. After taking the storage bags of the three people lying on the ground into his hands, he turned around and flew directly to Xu Ziyan.

The purple-clothed woman who was still fighting with Xu Ziyan did not expect that Song Qingming, who was not good-looking just now, could deal with her three companions so quickly. At this moment, she saw Song Qingming killing towards her, and she began to be a little frightened.

She threw out a second-level middle-grade spirit talisman in her hand, forcing Xu Ziyan who was fighting with her to retreat, and then quickly turned around and withdrew from the battle, jumped onto the flying boat she came from, and even left the remaining companion, and fled directly to the south.

In this battle, she completely underestimated Song Qingming's strength. In the eyes of the purple-clothed woman, Song Qingming was not a disciple of a large sect like Xiaoyao Sect. With his personal strength, he should be a little stronger than the average casual cultivator.

Although the two mid-stage foundation-building cultivators who were responsible for restraining Song Qingming were of average strength, the purple-clothed woman was still somewhat confident in the magical powers of the skinny old man in the late stage of foundation-building.

The three of them joined forces to besiege an ordinary cultivator of the ninth level of foundation-building. Although they dare not say that they can win 100%, they will not be defeated so quickly!

However, she did not expect that Song Qingming not only had very sophisticated magic weapons, but also had magical powers that were not weaker than those of the foundation-building cultivators of large sects. Moreover, since Song Qingming entered the Tao and came down the mountain, he had experienced countless battles, and his experience in fighting was far beyond that of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

The three people who besieged Song Qingming did not show any magic weapon of good quality in the battle. Only the spirit insect controlled by the skinny old man could pose some threat to him. The best defensive magic weapon of the other two cultivators was only of the second-level low grade, and even the invisible light needle that Song Qingming had practiced for many years could not stop it.

The purple-clothed woman was full of regret at this moment. This time they were only targeting Xu Ziyan and the other two, but 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 the matter, the purple-clothed woman actually hesitated for a moment, but facing the priceless Jinyang Fire Essence, a Jindan spirit, she finally couldn't resist the temptation and chose to take action by force. As a result, all her companions were killed here.

"Witch, don't run!"

Seeing that the other party suddenly wanted to escape, Xu Ziyan chased after her relentlessly, wanting to keep her, but unfortunately the flying sword under her feet was much slower than the flying boat controlled by the purple-clothed woman, and she was soon left behind by the other party.

On another battlefield, a bald man who was facing Xu Ziyan's junior sister, saw that the purple-clothed woman who led the battle had abandoned him, and immediately panicked and wanted to leave the battle and escape from here.

However, his luck and strength were not as good as the purple-clothed woman. He was entangled by the opponent before he ran a few steps, and soon died in the hands of Song Qingming who turned around to support him.

After killing this person, Song Qingming and the other waited for a while, and then Xu Ziyan slowly flew back, shouting angrily:

"This witch, her means of escape are quite good, I will never let her go easily if I run into her again next time!"

"Haha! Don't chase a desperate enemy, and Captain Xu, don't think too much. This purple-clothed woman has extraordinary magical powers, and she is probably not an ordinary casual cultivator. If you really meet her, you'd better be careful!"

"Yes, Senior Sister Xu, we encountered a disaster this time, and it is God's blessing that we can be safe and sound. This is also thanks to Brother Song's righteous help." Seeing that Xu Ziyan was still unwilling to give in, the green-clothed woman hurriedly smiled and comforted her.

Xu Ziyan smiled and nodded, and then turned to Song Qingming with the woman in green, bowed and saluted:

"Thank you for your help, Brother Song. If you hadn't helped me this time, Sister Hu and I would have been poisoned by these villains today."

Seeing this, Song Qingming hurried forward to support them, smiled and shook his head and said, "Captain Xu was very kind to me in the past. Since I have encountered this today, how can I stand by and watch? This can be regarded as a chance for God to repay me."

After helping Xu Ziyan and the other two up, Song Qingming looked around and said, "There was such a big commotion here just now. I'm afraid it will attract other cultivators. It's not advisable to stay here for long. Let's deal with it quickly and leave here!"

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

Except for the storage bag on the bald man that was taken away by the green-clothed woman, all the magic weapons and storage bags of the three people who besieged Song Qingming fell into Song Qingming's hands.

Although the bald man died in Song Qingming's hands in the end, the green-clothed woman who fought against him was the main contributor. Song Qingming didn't care about this. Anyway, he already had enough spoils of war, so he didn't care about losing this storage bag.

In contrast, Song Qingming was more interested in the golden spirit insects that were still flying around in the sky. Since the end of the battle, his eyes have never left them.

"These spirit insects are so strange. Their masters are dead, why don't they leave and stay here?" Xu Ziyan, who was standing by, saw Song Qingming staring at the spirit insects in the sky, and followed him.

Seeing that Song Qingming and the others were puzzled, the green-clothed woman who had just used the fireball technique to burn the corpses picked up a white bag and whispered to them:

"If I'm not mistaken, these insects should be a very rare spirit insect in the world of immortal cultivation, the golden illusion butterfly. I have seen this kind of spirit insect in a book about spirit insects in the sect. The reason why these insects are still here is that after this kind of spirit insect recognizes its master in its infancy, it cannot leave the owner's spirit beast bag for a long time.

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 for a long time in the wild without sufficient spiritual energy replenishment for a certain period of time."

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

"I just found this spirit beast bag from the old man. If Brother Song is interested in these spirit insects, you can take it back and study it slowly." After the woman in green packed these golden phantom butterflies, she directly handed the white spirit beast bag in her hand to Song Qingming, who had been looking at her.