Longevity: Start Farming with Entries-Chapter 332 - 311: Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon

Qin Ming didn’t take the Dharma Ship from Beast King Valley on his return this time.

Because of the beast tide and ghost disaster, their Dharma Ship only set sail after long intervals, and he couldn’t wait that long.

Therefore, Qin Ming rode the Silver-winged Frost Bee and flew back at incredible speed.

After half a month, after a long journey, he arrived at the border of Liang Country.

Qin Ming looked down from high above.

The scene below was a sight of devastation, countless cities collapsing under the impact of the demon beasts and ghost disaster, transforming into Ghost Cities.

A third of Liang Country’s territory had been completely occupied by the beast tide and ghost creatures, resembling a human purgatory.

Qin Ming frowned and observed for a while, letting out a sigh.

Then.

He didn’t linger much longer, immediately urging the Silver-winged Frost Bee to speed up, continuing towards Wei Country.

...

Near the Liang Country area of the Beast Roar Mountain Range.

Two figures stood in mid-air.

A cyan-faced man with two horns on his head, his cold and fierce gaze exuding an unparalleled domineering aura.

His body was covered with cyan scales, and a flood dragon tail stretched below him.

Not far from him stood a female figure fully transformed into human shape, wearing palace attire, resembling a fairy painting, without a trace of earthly smoke.

"Silver Moon, now is only your Fox Race yet to show your stance."

"The human race’s time has ended, and soon, the Southern Wilderness will fall entirely to my Demon Race."

"Why do you hesitate?"

The Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon spoke coldly.

"Hehe! Originally, I was not interested in these matters at all, guarding our Fox Race’s small territory is quite fine."

"Nor do I have thoughts of expanding territories or competing with the human race for resources."

"But, Fellow Daoist Cyan Flood Dragon, seeing that we are both from the Demon Race, I advise you."

"You collaborate with the Golden Toad Ancestor, stirring the winds in the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm."

"Though it seems like you’ve gained interest."

"But actually, the Golden Toad has deep plans, many tricks, and moreover, there’s a thousand-year-old ghost behind him."

"If you choose to join hands with them, be careful not to overturn in the gutter, I’ve spoken clearly."

The palace-dressed woman finished speaking, ignoring the other’s reaction, and turned into a ripple disappearing in the air.

The Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon stood with a cold face for a long time, pondering something before also disappearing.

But on the way back to the Demon Race in the Beast Roar Mountain Range, a trace of surprise appeared on his expression.

The Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon sensed a faint aura flying towards him.

Then his gaze flickered incessantly.

...

On the other side.

Qin Ming was riding the Silver-winged Frost Bee, quickly traversing the sky.

But the next instant.

A violent and cold Divine Thought unscrupulously swept over his body.

The domineering Divine Thought made Qin Ming feel his body cold, as if falling into an ice cellar. He hurriedly mobilized his Dantian mana to withstand this Divine Thought impact.

Qin Ming’s face changed drastically, sensing a cyan figure transforming into a black line, carrying spiritual pressure far exceeding a Mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, rapidly flying in his direction.

"Hmph!"

A cold voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

Were it not for Qin Ming’s Divine Thought now reaching a level comparable to Golden Core Perfection, he would almost find it difficult to withstand the opponent’s Divine Thought attack.

More frightening is that obviously, the opponent’s cultivation is far above Qin Ming, and both almost discovered each other’s existence at the same time.

The distance quickly pulled in.

Then came a cyan-black light piercing through the void, arriving in an instant.

The opponent came with an overwhelming force, everything in a split second, leaving no chance for him to react.

Qin Ming hurriedly took out the Tier Three Middle-Grade Bone-Eroding Umbrella to shield himself in a rush.

Swish!

Bang!

A massive impact exploded!

The Bone-Eroding Umbrella in Qin Ming’s hand let out a shrill cry, barely resisting for a few breaths before shattering instantly, completely scrapped.

Moreover, the cyan-black gloom’s momentum didn’t diminish, fiercely striking Qin Ming.

In a flash.

A Glazed Armor composed of True Qi Blood Spirit emerged on his body, the True Extreme Body fully activated.

Boom!

Even so, Qin Ming was still blown away hundreds of meters by the blow.

Although he used his strong physical body to withstand the blow, he still felt lingering fear.

Until the black light dissipated, Qin Ming saw clearly the artifact that attacked him, a sinisterly shaped Black Diamond.

The tail end was a cyan-faced, sharp-toothed flood dragon, three-pronged spikes emitting a dark green light, evidently some extremely vicious poison.

Were it not for Qin Ming’s True Extreme Body, already cultivated to a state of being immune to all poisons, he would probably have been tricked by the opponent by now.

Immediately. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Dark clouds pressed down between heaven and earth, a dense black fog instantly enveloping a space of hundreds of miles.

Seeing Qin Ming attacked, the Heaven-Devouring Rat flew out from the Mountain and River Painting.

Holding a black steel fork, it roared angrily towards the opposite side:

"Who’s the blind thing!"

"Eating bear heart and leopard gall!"

"Daring to target my master?"

"Come out and accept your death obediently!"

"Today you’ll learn what it means to be worse than death!"

As the Heaven-Devouring Rat finished speaking.

Just ahead in the air, a cyan-faced, two-horned figure appeared, clad in cyan scales, flood dragon tail swinging, an aura of an ancient superior, showcasing its bloodline suppression.

Upon seeing this person, the Heaven-Devouring Rat’s eyes widened! As if seeing a ghost instantly, it hurriedly retreated into the Mountain and River Painting.

"So it’s you!!"

"Sorry to disturb..."

Qin Ming also sensed the terrifying cultivation aura from the opponent, making his hairs stand on end: "Late-stage Tier Three... even possibly Tier Three Perfection Level Demon King!"

At this moment, seeing the half-transformed demon king’s appearance on the opposite side, and combining with actual cultivation, Qin Ming easily guessed that this beast must be the renowned Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon in the Beast Roar Mountain Range.

This is too unfortunate, isn’t it?

This place is clearly far away from the Beast Roar Mountain Range.

Why did he just happen to encounter him?

...

"A stranger from the human race Golden Core, still a Mid-stage Golden Core?"

"Actually able to withstand the King’s Black Light Poison Dragon Drill without dying, that’s interesting."

The Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon stood with hands behind his back, then recalled the Black Diamond in mid-air, gazing at Qin Ming with a teasing expression as though looking at a dead man.

"You should have heard of my All Heaven Black Mist Array, right? Entering this array, even if you have High Tier Teleportation Talisman or Substitution Talisman as life-saving means, you can’t escape this realm."

"Also, that despicable rat falling into your hands, just as well to solve together."

"All Heaven Black Mist Array?!"

Though Qin Ming hadn’t heard of this array, he deliberately feigned a shocked expression.

Because he could indeed feel, the space surrounding hundreds of miles had been completely sealed by the cyan-faced poison flood dragon’s black mist.

Qin Ming’s expression was extremely grave, immediately grasping with his five fingers. Six cyan-green spikes appeared in his hand, shimmering with crimson golden Supreme Yang Qi.

It was precisely his Lifebound Artifact Wood Emperor Nail.

"Tier Three Top-Tier Artifact?"

"Interesting."

"From the time the King appeared until now, you haven’t shown any signs of panic."

"It seems you are confident, carrying something up your sleeve..."

"However, none of this matters. When the King kills you and performs a soul search, all of these will be revealed."

The Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon emitted a strong aura, the sky’s clouds swirling, his mouth curling into a sinister smile as he glared coldly at Qin Ming.

Facing such a formidable enemy, Qin Ming dared not hold back, throwing all six Wood Emperor Nails he held.

Swish swish swish!

The cyan light flickered and disappeared into the void.

In the next moment, the Wood Emperor Nail unexpectedly appeared in front of the Cyan-faced Poison Flood Dragon, and struck from six cunning directions.

The Wood Emperor Nail still flashed with a layer of crimson-gold divine light, seemingly capable of melting and penetrating everything.

"Sun Essence Flame!"

"And it seems there are quite a few..."

The cyan-faced poison flood dragon’s vertical pupil contracted, finally putting away his belittling attitude.