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

The poisonous old ghost had a proud smile on his face.

"Miss Xing, wait a moment, old ghost, I'm going to get you some flowers."

The poisonous old ghost ducked and came to the spiritual garden.

He did not directly pluck the Fantasy Flower, but used his hand as a spade to loosen the two feet of soil around the Fantasy Flower.

He took out a two-foot-large flower pot and put the soil and flowers into the flower pot.

Du Laogui held the flower plate and came to Xing Xinxin.

"In order to avoid the loss of floral fragrance, it is best not to put it in a storage ring. Moving the whole plant back is the best way to reduce the loss of floral fragrance."

"But Miss Xing needs to be careful. It's best to seal your mouth and nose. If you accidentally inhale a few mouthfuls, then..."

As he said that, Du Laogui's expression became lewd.

Xing Xinxin's face turned a little flushed, and she had already inhaled a little floral fragrance before Du Laogui reminded her.

The lust in her heart surged, and love affairs between men and women emerged uncontrollably in her mind.

Even the ugly face of the poisonous old ghost in front of him became handsome.

Fortunately, she inhaled very little floral fragrance and was able to suppress the desire in her heart.

Xing Xinxin glared at Mr. Du with an angry expression.

"Old poisonous ghost, you'd better be more honest. If you dare to play tricks again, I will destroy this poisonous cave of yours."

After saying that, she counted out one hundred thousand spirit stones and handed them to Du Laogui.

The poisonous old ghost who received the spirit stone immediately beamed.

The already rickety figure became even more bent.

"Thank you very much for Miss Xing's generosity. Miss Xing invites you first, and I will hold the Huanqing Flower for you."

Xing Xinxin glanced at Du Old Ghost with disdain.

After all, he is just a man who is blind to money!

She took steps, passed through the stone door, and returned to the previous poisonous cave.

However, the moment she stepped into the poisonous cave, her expression was one of shock.

Just because, in the poisonous cave, stood a young male cultivator.

Neither she nor the poisonous old ghost noticed when this person entered the poisonous cave!

"Who are you? How dare you break into my old poisonous ghost's cave."

The poisonous old ghost looked on guard and asked sharply.

The cave entering the Poison Cave is several miles long and filled with all kinds of poisons.

It is impossible for ordinary monks to quietly enter the poisonous cave.

The young male cultivator was Song Wen, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"It's just a little poison. Fellow Taoist, do you really think this place is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den?"

The old poisonous ghost looked stern, "It seems that you are also a poisonous cultivator! But you broke into my cave. I want to see how many poisonous things you can resist."

Before he finished speaking, countless poisonous insects and snakes crawled out from every corner and swarmed towards Song Wen.

Facing the poisonous insects coming from all directions, Song Wen looked calm.

He raised his arm lightly and patted it casually.

A spider that rushed towards him exploded into pieces, spraying green juice everywhere.

Also exploded at the same time was a cloud of green poisonous mist.

Song Wen took a deep breath and inhaled all the poisonous mist into his body.

Seeing this, Du Laogui couldn't help but have a happy look on his face.

Every venomous insect and every venomous snake in this cave was cultivated by him with great effort and painstaking efforts, and they all contain extremely poisonous substances in their bodies.

The young monk in front of him showed only an advanced stage of foundation building. He dared to inhale the poisonous mist with such arrogance. He was simply seeking death.

However, the joy on the old ghost's face disappeared in an instant.

Song Wen, who had inhaled all the poisonous mist into his body, did not feel any pain from the poisonous poison in his body. Instead, he had an expression of enjoyment.

It was as if those deadly poisonous mist were sweet nectar.

"Fellow Taoist, don't use such trivial tricks to embarrass yourself."

Song Wen said with a joking expression.

Six Holy Armor Gu flew out and rushed towards the poisonous insects and snakes.

In an instant, a large number of poisonous insects and poisonous snakes were killed and injured.

The poisonous old ghost was extremely distressed and screamed.

"Stop it quickly!"

However, how could Song Wen listen to his orders?

Except for a few poisonous insects and snakes that escaped into the gap in time, the rest were not spared and were slaughtered.

The old ghost was so angry that he beat his chest, but there was nothing he could do about Song Wen.

His most proud trump card is those poisons that are hard to guard against.

However, these poisons pose no threat to Song Wen.

A large number of poisonous insects died, and the poisonous mist leaked out almost surrounded Song Wen.

Song Wen was calm and composed, not taking the poisonous mist into consideration at all. Instead, he took out a jade bottle and collected the poisonous mist.

Xing Xinxin, who was on the side, recognized the Holy Armor Gu, and her expression became extremely solemn.

"It's you!" She said warily, wary of Song Wen.

Song Wendao said, "Miss Xing, we meet again."

Xing Xinxin said, "How did you find this place?"

"Of course, Miss Xing, you showed me the way."

"Are you following me?"

Xing Xinxin felt some regret in her heart. If she had known this, she should have listened to Granny Jin and returned to her clan as soon as possible.

"You have tried many times to get close to me, but for what purpose?"

Xing Xinxin already understood at this time that Song Wen's second transaction with her was definitely not just for some spiritual stones.

"I want to borrow the "Concentrating Thorn" from Miss Xing to have a look."

Xing Xinxin said, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I have never practiced the "Concentrating Soul Thorn", and I don't have the "Concentrating Soul Thorn" technique."

Song Wen frowned, "No!?"

Xing Xinxin said, "The "Corpse King's Cultivation Technique" that I practiced before was incomplete, and my body had uncontrollably transformed into a corpse. How could I be distracted from practicing the "Concentrating Thorn"."

Song Wen frowned.

This situation was something he didn't expect.

He originally thought that with Xing Xinxin's talent and her status as the legitimate daughter of the ancestor of the Xing family, she must have already practiced the Xing family's secret "Concentration Thorn".

"Miss Xing, what are you talking about with him? Kill him!"

Du Laogui suddenly shouted loudly, interrupting the conversation between Song Wen and Xing Xinxin.

"You idiot, he is a golden elixir monk."

Xing Xinxin replied subconsciously.

She turned to look at Du Laogui, but found something wrong.

There was a blush on the old poisonous ghost's skinny and ugly cheeks.

His eyes, like black holes, kept wandering around Xing Xinxin's body.

There was unconcealable desire in his eyes, as hot as fire.

Xing Xinxin couldn't help but feel nervous.

She was too familiar with Du Lao Gui's current situation.

Just now, she had a similar situation.

The phantom poison of the phantom love flower in your body!

However, the poisonous old ghost's situation is much more serious than hers.

She was still able to suppress it with her rationality, but the poisonous old ghost was on the verge of losing control.

The poisonous old ghost always held the Huanqing Flower. At first, he consciously sealed his mouth and nose for fear of accidentally inhaling the fragrance of the flower.

However, when Song Wen killed many venomous snakes and insects, Du Laogui lost control and forgot about the fantasy flower. He accidentally took a few sips of the flower's fragrance.

Xing Xinxin stepped back subconsciously.

As she moved, her chest, which was restrained by the costume, was full and bobbed up and down a few times.

It was these few slight vibrations that caused the old ghost Du to completely lose his last trace of sanity.

His feet suddenly exerted force and he pounced towards Xing Xinxin.

Xing Xinxin was retreating, but he couldn't avoid it and was thrown to the ground by Du Gui.

The poisonous old ghost lay on Xing Xinxin, raising and lowering his hands.

An ugly face was arched randomly on the full part of his chest.