Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Looking at the silver corpse in the blood coffin, Song Wen suddenly noticed that the corpse-raising coffin, a high-grade spiritual weapon obtained from Wu Ren, seemed a bit weak for the silver corpse that had already entered the middle stage of the third level.

"It seems that we need to try to get a better corpse coffin."

Song Wen put away the corpse coffin, walked out of the cave, and went to Nancheng.

Demonic monks are not uncommon in Fangzhu City. Therefore, there are also many shops selling magic materials and spiritual treasures.

Song Wen visited several shops and finally bought a corpse-rearing coffin with a top-quality spiritual weapon for the price of 120,000 spiritual stones.

His original intention was to buy a corpse-rearing coffin of magic weapon level, but the corpse-rearing coffin was much more expensive than ordinary attack magic weapons.

Even a low-grade magic weapon-level corpse-rearing coffin requires sixty or seventy high-grade spiritual stones.

Considering that the top-grade spiritual weapon corpse-raising coffin is temporarily sufficient, Song Wen, who is not very wealthy, can only settle for the next best thing.

Song Wen noticed that there were many more monks coming and going in the city.

On the outskirts of Nancheng, large-scale construction work is being carried out to build houses in preparation for the magic conference.

The Xing family is organizing a magic conference. The monks attending the conference are all guests, so the Xing family naturally has to prepare a safe and comfortable residence for them.

Half a month later.

Song Wen, who was practicing, felt a message jade slip in the storage ring trembling slightly.

When he took it out, he saw that it was Chief Xing who had not contacted him for more than a year.

[Wei Ding, come to Qingfeng Tower quickly. I have mastered the art of thunder. Let you see the true power of thunder. 】

Between the lines, there is conceit and arrogance.

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The thirteenth floor of Qingfeng Building is also the top floor of Qingfeng Building.

Chief Xing stood by the window with his hands behind his hands, his eyes scanning the monks coming and going below.

"Wei Ding, I have mastered the second-level thunder technique, thunder spear technique and thunder falling technique. I will definitely shine in the magic competition in a year and a half."

Chang Xing said to Song Wen who had just arrived.

"Congratulations to Mr. Xing for his great success in the thunder technique." Song Wen said.

Although Chief Xing was a fool, Song Wen had to admit that his talent for thunder magic was indeed extraordinary.

"Yeah!" Chang Xing nodded in response.

"Mr. Xing, have you had a famous teacher guide you in your cultivation for more than a year?" Song Wen asked.

Chang Xing smiled proudly and said, "Last time after my mother scolded Bai Man, Bai Man ran to my eldest brother and cried, hoping that he would punish me."

"But how can she, an outsider, instigate the relationship between me and my eldest brother? Not only did my eldest brother not punish me, but he sent a thunder master to guide me in the practice of thunder."

"However, I also promised my eldest brother that I will never go to Tingfeng Pavilion again, so I decided to meet you at Qingfeng Pavilion instead this time."

When Song Wen heard this, he murmured in his heart.

I'm afraid it's not that you and Xing Liren have a deep relationship, but that Xing Liren is also afraid of your troublesome mother and is afraid of affecting Tingfeng Pavilion's business, so he has to compromise.

Beating a dog depends on the owner!

After all, Shan Yue was Xing Gaohan's concubine. Even though Xing Liren was a Jindan monk, he didn't dare to do anything to Shan Yue.

A ray of lightning suddenly appeared in Xing Chang's palm.

There was excitement on his face, as if he had just learned a powerful spell and couldn't wait to show off his skills.

"Wei Ding, let's go to the outskirts of the city. I'll let you see my thunder technique."

"Didn't you say last time that your mother would not allow you to leave Fangzhu City?" Song Wendao

"We won't go far. We're on the edge of Nancheng. Mother won't know."

After Commander Xing finished speaking, he rose into the air and headed southwest of Fangzhu City.

The houses in the southwest of Fangzhu City are low and dilapidated. They are the slums of Fangzhu City. They are inhabited by low-level casual cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining.

Xing Chang stood in mid-air. At his feet was the place where the edge of the southern city met the wilderness, with some trees scattered here and there.

As Chang Xing performed the Thunder Technique, the sky gradually became turbulent.

"Crack!"

A calf-thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

The thunder fell on a big tree, and the tree immediately fell into pieces.

The branches and leaves turned into debris, flying in the sky.

Even the ground was affected by the thunder's remnant power, blasting out a crater.

There are a lot of casual cultivators activities near this place. Seeing this scene, the casual cultivators fled in all directions like a flock of frightened birds.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing the embarrassment of many casual cultivators running away in panic, Chang Xing looked up to the sky and laughed.

"These despicable casual cultivators are simply a bunch of ants, weak and ignorant."

"Hehe... maybe you can use a few ants to try my master's lightning skills."

The smile on Chang Xing's face gradually turned twisted and ferocious.

The magic formula in his hand changed rapidly, and three thunder spears appeared in the sky.

The thunder spear he condensed was not a fraction weaker than Song Wen's, but only less than half a foot weaker.

But for the fleeing cultivators below, it is still an irresistible and terrifying force.

The three thunder spears fell quickly like arrows from the string.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Three thunderclaps sounded.

The thunder spear pierced the earth, and the earth trembled slightly.

Three casual cultivators who could not escape were stabbed by thunder spears and exploded into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the minced meat was roasted black and carbonized by the raging thunder and lightning, turning into black fly ash, flying in the air.

Chang Xing became extremely excited.

"Wei Ding, how powerful is my thunder method? Hahaha..."

"Master Xing's thunder technique is naturally extremely powerful." Song Wen boasted.

Chang Xing kept using the Thunder Technique, and the thunder spears fell one after another.

In Xing Chang's eyes, he has transformed into a god in charge of thunder, punishing ignorant people and purifying the dirty world.

In the excitement of killing, Chief Xing raised his hand and waved out several thunder spears, which flew towards the sky in all directions.

"Hahaha... Wei Ding, look, these low-level cultivators are running away, it's so ridiculous."

"Mr. Xing, let's leave this place first." Song Wen said.

Chang Xing used his thunder method to kill low-level casual cultivators, which made a lot of noise, attracting the attention of many cultivators in Nancheng, but no one came to stop them.

Even the escort team that maintained order in Nancheng never showed up from beginning to end. It was as if what Xing Chang killed was not a casual cultivator, but a demonic beast.

Song Wen didn't like the feeling of being watched and wanted to get away from here.

Chang Xing also seemed to think that the game was a little too much, and he had some unfinished thoughts.

"Okay, let's go!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from the distance.

"Who dares to act recklessly on the outskirts of the city?"

Chang Xing, who was about to leave, stopped again after hearing the sound.

"Hey! There are still people in the cities here who dare to meddle in my business! I want to see where this righteous man comes from."