As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Zhu Dage immediately told Jiang Ming about the legend of the fox.

"Could it be a fox?"

Jiang Ming guessed, and put barriers around the surroundings in his hands. These barriers were transparent and could not be seen.

"Is this useful?"

Zhu Dage felt that something had been added, but he couldn't say it, and kept swallowing.

"Ouch, ouch."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were crashing sounds and whining sounds in the air.

Zhu Dage suddenly beamed with joy, clapped his hands and said, "It's done!"

Then he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ming a few times.

No wonder this boy would be appreciated by the King of Wind and Rain Country. This boy still has some skills in it.

If this were him, he would have to beg to let this kid work in his place.

"No, don't talk."

Jiang Ming noticed a stream of red blood on the ground, and immediately tapped the acupuncture point where Zhu Dage spoke, speaking to him in his heart.

Zhu Dage didn't know why, but he also saw the red blood flow, and his heart pounded again and again.

What the hell is this? How could such a thing appear?

"I've never seen a kid here who is higher than the transformation stage. Are you here to be my appetizer?"

A laugh filled the air, accompanied by shouts.

"We have no other intention of coming here. We just want to get a feather from the Siming Bird. Please let us pass."

Jiang Ming didn't want to fight and responded to the voice in his heart.

And the red river that originally came according to the sound suddenly flowed back.

Zhu Dage had been observing the movement of this red river, and he immediately understood the reason why Jiang Ming said what he just said.

This river catches people based on sound, so the color on it may not be a color, but may be something else.

"That's okay, as long as you obediently hand over your spiritual power and flesh and blood."

There was a hint of arrogance in that voice.

Zhu Dage heard it clearly and was so angry that he wanted to argue with the voice.

If Jiang Ming hadn't tapped the acupuncture point of his voice, he would have attracted the river.

Jiang Ming finally understood.

This thing in the dark cannot be reasoned with at all, and reasoning is a waste of time.

Noticing the huge spider webs covering the trees nearby, Jiang Ming had a plan in mind.

"Don't move here, be good."

He followed Zhu Dage in his heart.

Before Zhu Dage could reply, Jiang Ming lifted his feet into the air and reached directly near the spider web.

The moment he got up, Jiang Ming felt a chill behind him, as if something was attacking him.

He turned around and slashed into the air based on his feelings.

A red flame suddenly flashed in the air, and the flame formed a figure.

However, the figure did not make any sound. Jiang Ming originally wanted to put the spider web over, but saw this and did not make such a move.

At this moment, Zhu Dage seemed to be experiencing some kind of pain, rolling and turning on the ground.

And the sound of rolling and rolling immediately attracted the red river that could no longer find its direction.

The red river slowly moved toward Zhu Dage, and Zhu Dage's voice also attracted Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming realized that the red river was about to touch Zhu Dage, so he rushed over and lifted Zhu Dage up and saw the spider web he had put aside.

However, Zhu Dage's pain did not diminish at all. Jiang Ming probably realized something when he saw the figure still burning with red flames.

He raised his hand and extinguished the red flame. Zhu Dage suddenly felt no pain anymore and was in exactly the same state as before.

Jiang Ming frowned.

What kind of strange magic is this? Can actually transfer pain to another person.

However, shouldn't the pain be transferred to his body? How could this thing in the dark be transferred to Zhu Dage.

Zhu Dage finally took a breath and felt better.

He didn't know what was going on. His whole body felt like it was being burned. The pain was unbearable, and he was even a little desperate.

Zhu Dage raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Ming. He moved his mouth, wanting to say something to him, but finally stopped.

"What do you want to say?"

Seeing Zhu Dage's movements, Jiang Ming asked Zhu Dage in his heart.

Only then did Zhu Dage speak, and he also replied to Jiang Ming in his heart: "Ning Caichen, I just saw footprints on the ground. The ground should be moist soil."

This sentence gave Jiang Ming a hint. Jiang Ming kept looking for the direction like a headless fly, his eyes always looking down to see if there were any footprints.

After a while, the footprints began to appear, sinking deeper step by step, as if someone had stepped on them.

Jiang Ming still pretended that he couldn't find the place. When the owner of the footsteps became more and more impudent, he rushed over and grabbed the throat of the owner of the footsteps based on his own judgment.

In an instant, the prototype of the owner of the footsteps suddenly appeared, a weasel with fox ears.

When the weasel saw that he was exposed, a strong stench emitted from his body.

However, Jiang Ming had blocked his sense of smell and could not smell the smell of the weasel at all.

On the contrary, Zhu Dage, who just covered his nose, was about to faint from the smell.

What's more, Zhu Dage is still some distance away from the weasel.

Seeing Zhu Dage like this, Weasel was very proud, but when it was Jiang Ming's turn, he couldn't stop laughing.

His neck was still tightly grasped by the weasel's hand.

He felt that Jiang Ming's neck would break if he broke it lightly.

It made him feel bad all over.

"You human being, let me go! Otherwise, you will suffer!"

A hoarse voice came to Jiang Ming's ears. Jiang Ming realized that the weasel was not what he had just spoken, and immediately became vigilant.

And the weasel found out that he had exposed his accomplices, so he stopped talking immediately, regretting in his heart.

How could you talk so inadvertently!

The weasel's wings also noticed this, and charged straight at Jiang Ming's neck.

Jiang Ming felt his neck chill again, and immediately understood who was behind.

He directly grabbed the weasel's neck and lifted him up, turning him towards the chilly place.

The weasel felt that he had bumped into something, but the whole person being wandered by Jiang Ming couldn't think about it.

Not only that, but he also felt dizzy, wanted to vomit, and felt dizzy all over.

"You villain, hurry up and put the young master down."

The dizziness was unbearable, the weasel yelled at Jiang Ming, and the whole person became restless.

Jiang Ming wasn't used to the weasel either, so he threw him in another direction.

The weasel's body was covered in bruises.

"Damn it!"