Celestial being

"Qiuwo..." Yuan Ming was overjoyed, but the sound he made was completely out of shape.

There was another long silence, and the voice sounded in Yuan Ming's mind again.

"You... were poisoned before, and now... corpse paralysis has entered your body. The two poisons are in conflict with each other, making it difficult to survive."

The voice still only echoed in his mind. It was only then that Yuan Ming noticed that the voice belonged to a woman, and the timbre was quite ethereal and sweet.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he still wanted to speak, but he could no longer make a sound.

"I can...save you, but...after that, you help me and do something." The voice sounded again, seemingly more coherent than before.

It feels as if the other person is trying to learn to speak and is becoming familiar with it.

"Oh..." Yuan Ming agreed vaguely and nodded.

"Now, do as I...said. Your thoughts...sink into the sea of ​​consciousness...try...to communicate with yourself...the power of your soul."

When Yuan Ming listened to that voice, he seemed to feel a magical power. As he said, his thoughts sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and gradually fell silent in the chaos.

"The power of the soul communicates with the body... stimulates... magic power, lowers the body... first into the waist, then into... the thigh... the calf, until it is concentrated... on the thumb..."

Yuan Ming did as he was told, and it went surprisingly smoothly. As the poison continued to move downwards, his upper body quickly resumed movement, and the paralysis in his lower body began to subside downwards.

Along with this, his right foot began to swell rapidly, more than doubling in size. An indescribable pain hit him, making Yuan Ming almost collapse.

"Keep your mind close to your heart...the poison will backfire...you will fail..." The sweet voice reminded Yuan Ming at the right time, forcing him to wake up.

"Of course, what happens next?" Yuan Ming was able to speak again.

His forehead was covered with big beads of sweat, which kept rolling, and the intense pain made him almost faint.

"Sharp objects pierce the soles of the feet... Yongquan point, poisonous blood, forced out of the body..."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming immediately pierced the Yongquan point of his right foot with the tip of his herring sword. The next moment, blood gushed out from the sole of his foot, and the fishy smell almost overwhelmed the smell of the corpse pit.

But as a large amount of poisonous blood flowed out, the discomfort quickly subsided.

After all the poisonous blood drained away, Yuan Ming's feet returned to their original size, but the wounds did not heal and the pain was like needle pricks, constantly irritating him.

Yuan Ming struggled to get out of the corpse pit and quickly thanked him: "Thank you for saving my life."

"Blood pool... come this way." The voice sounded again.

Yuan Ming followed the direction in his memory, limped and groped towards the blood pool.

"stop."

Suddenly, the voice reminded.

Yuan Ming immediately stopped and leaned down to touch the ground. Only then did he realize that he had reached the edge of the blood pool and would fall into it if he walked further.

"Pick up the things on the ground..."

Although Yuan Ming was confused, he still squatted down and reached out to fumble around.

Yuan Ming felt slightly cold when he picked it up. When he picked it up, he found that it was a triangular piece of thin metal with intricate patterns carved on it.

"Eight... pick them all up... surround the edge of the blood pool... and bury them in the floating soil." The voice continued to command.

Yuan Ming did not hesitate and immediately buried all the triangular metal pieces as instructed.

"alright."

"You can go...leave here." The ethereal voice said.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming heard this, thanked him, and began to fumble for a way to leave.

However, the cave was pitch dark, and he had no lighting tools on him, let alone lighting techniques such as fireball. He groped around inside, but could not find the exit.

The mysterious man who was hiding somewhere seemed to be unable to stand it any longer, and finally sent a voice message again to remind him: "Your soul power is not weak...turn your soul power and focus it on your eyes."

"Is this still possible?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.

"Having soul power in vain... not using it at all... is really... a stupid guy." The voice couldn't help but sigh.

Yuan Ming immediately followed the prompts, gathered the power of his soul, focused on his eyes, and looked around with his eyes wide open.

"If you gather your soul power, you can... stare for what?" the ethereal voice scolded.

Yuan Ming blinked his eyes in embarrassment and returned to his normal appearance, carefully feeling the feeling of soul power focused on his eyes.

After a while, he felt a slight chill in his eyes, and then, in the dark vision, it seemed that thick ink was gradually spreading, and there were blurred lines on the mountain walls, blood pools, stones... in the cave. began to emerge.

Although it was still extremely dark and the sight was still unclear, it was no longer so dark that one could not see even one's fingers.

Yuan Ming looked around, trying to find the figure that reminded him of the existence, and also wanted to verify a certain guess in his heart, but in the end he saw nothing.

"Go quickly, don't wait to leave... you can't leave." The ethereal voice sounded in his mind, like a reminder, but also with an obvious warning.

"Thank you."

Yuan Ming thanked him and immediately groped along one side of the mountain wall, found a hidden exit, and ran out.

After leaving the cave, the bloody and rotten smell in the air suddenly faded a lot. Yuan Ming took a deep breath and limped away along the passage.

But before he had gone far, his vision suddenly went dark, and then a strong feeling of dizziness hit him, followed by a sharp, needle-like pain in the center of his eyebrows.

His vision was once again obscured by darkness, and the pain gradually subsided until the soul power concentrated in his eyes could no longer be maintained and dispersed on its own.

"This soul power is easy to use, but unfortunately it cannot be used at will." Yuan Ming bared his teeth, couldn't help pinching his sore eyebrows, and walked to the other end of the passage while holding on to the wall.

After walking for a long time, firelight suddenly shined through the darkness ahead, accompanied by a faint sound of voices.

Yuan Ming guessed that they were the disciples of Biluo Cave. He didn't want to meet these people, but there was only one passage. He couldn't return to the Mandrill King's cave, so he had to go there.

"Who? Who's there?" At this time, a sharp shout suddenly came from the front.

The noisy sound over there stopped suddenly.

"I, I am..." Yuan Ming couldn't help but hesitate when he finished speaking.

But after hesitating, he still said: "I am the furry beast slave under Elder Huhuo."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden whistling sound in front of him, and a bright fireball rushed straight towards him, occupying almost half of the cave.

Yuan Ming could not dodge, so he could only draw out the herring sword, step forward, and slash down with the sword.

The fireball split into two and spread out on both sides.

After the fire, an arrow wrapped in green light shot out quickly.

Yuan Ming staggered and used the Shadowless Step to dodge with great difficulty. He finally missed the arrow attack, but his center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the side.

Then there was laughter from the front.

"Senior Brother Kuntu is just a furry beast slave. There is no need to be so cautious." Someone said with a smile.

"What are you talking about? When we reach this dangerous place, it's better to be cautious. We would rather kill the wrong person than let him go." Then Kuntu's voice rang out.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he suppressed the anger in his heart and did not stand up immediately, fearing that he would be attacked again.

At this time, the firelight and the sound of footsteps gradually approached, and he saw two tall figures walking in front, holding torches in their hands, followed by shadowy figures and many people.

The leader held a torch and sent it to Yuan Ming, reflecting his pale face.

"Yuan Ming?" A confused voice sounded.

Chen Wan's body squeezed out from behind the two people.

Hearing this, Kun Tu also squeezed out from behind. The moment he saw Yuan Ming, his face sank.

"Why are you still alive?" Kun Tu said bluntly.

Yuan Ming didn't reply. In the current situation, Kun Tu couldn't do anything to him, so he naturally didn't want to provoke him.

"You...why are you here?" Chen Wan also asked.

Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment and said, "I accidentally fell from above and fell into the mandrill king's lair. I finally escaped, and when I got here, I met you."

"Did you escape from the Mandrill King's lair?" someone exclaimed.

"We wandered around in this criss-crossed cave for a long time, but we couldn't find it. You're just lucky, you just fell in." Someone immediately laughed.

The rest of the people also agreed one after another, without even the slightest fear.

"You will die if you go to find the Mandrill King." Yuan Ming turned to Chen Wan and said without looking at the others.

When Chen Wan heard this, he looked hesitant.

"A furry beast slave dares to scaremonger and demagogue people here?" Kun Tu said angrily.

"Looking at him like that, he is scared out of his wits, right? There are so many of us, why are we afraid of one mandrill king?" A tall and thin man wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Beast Taming Hall laughed.

"Hey, hey, a mere beast slave, how much courage do you expect him to have?" Another person mocked.

"Yuan Ming, do you still remember how to find the Mandrill King's lair?" Chen Wan asked.

Yuan Ming just thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I'm afraid this kid is so frightened that he's become such a bear before even seeing him, haha..." Everyone burst into laughter again.

"If you ask me, if he saw the Mandrill King, how could he still be alive? What was he thinking!" Another person said.

"Hey, kid, don't be afraid. We have already cleaned up those mandrills. When we go straight to Huanglong and pick off the head of the mandrill king, you can also get some light." A tall, burly young man said.

"Stop talking nonsense to him. Kill him if you confuse the morale of the army like this." Kuntu suggested at the right time.

"Yes, yes, there is no use keeping this guy, just kill him." Yang Chan followed.

Bada, who had been hiding behind the crowd, did not speak, but kept staring at Yuan Ming with his squinted eyes, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.