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

Shanyue Yingya bit her lower lip and stared at Xing Chang inside the formation, tears glistening in her eyes.

The mana shield on her body suddenly disappeared.

Shan Yue seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and her previous arrogance and anger disappeared in an instant.

Her eyes were full of tears, her eyes were sad, and she looked at Song Wen pitifully.

"Wei Ding, you should be satisfied now, right? You have worked so hard to plan all this. What do you want?"

A gleam flashed in Song Wen's eyes.

Shan Yue has already destroyed the defense in his heart step by step, and the next thing will be much easier to handle.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Xing, I won't do anything to you. I just want the Xing family's secret that is not passed down - "Concentrating Soul Thorn". As long as I get this secret technique, I promise not to embarrass you and your young master."

Shan Yue said, "I don't have the "Concentrating Thorn" in my hand, and I have never practiced this secret technique."

Song Wendao said, "I know that Mrs. Xing doesn't have it, but I believe that Mrs. Xing must have a way to get the "Concentrating Thorn"."

Shan Yue said, "This is impossible! You underestimate the Xing family. There are three floors of "Concentration Thorn", which are placed on the third, fourth and fifth floors of the Xing family's merit building. I only have foundation building skills, so I can only Enter the third floor of the Chuan Gong Building and get the first level of the "Concentrating Thorn" technique."

"Furthermore, in order to prevent the leakage of "Ningshen Thorn", the Xing family prohibits the jade slips of the "Ningshen Thorn" technique from being taken out of the Chuan Gong Building. They can only be studied in the Chuan Gong Building."

Song Wendao said, "These are the things that Mrs. Xing needs to consider."

Shan Yue kept shaking her head, and her crystal clear tears kept falling like raindrops.

"There's really nothing I can do about it."

Song Wen had no expression on his face and just waved the array disk in his hand.

Shan Yue looked panicked.

"Please don't activate the formation anymore, otherwise Chang'er will really die. Please change the conditions. I can find spiritual stones, magic weapons, rare elixirs and spiritual materials for you."

Seeing Song Wenruo not hearing it, he wanted to use the formation formula again.

"thump!"

Shan Yue suddenly fell to her knees.

"I beg you, let me go."

"As long as it's not the "Concentrating Thorn", I can agree to any conditions you have."

"Even if it's..."

Shan Yue had a look of despair on her face, and reached for the belt around her waist...

Song Wen looked down from a high position.

Snow peaks reflect the blue pool!

What an alluring scenery!

Song Wen immediately discovered that there was something not right about Shan Yue's state.

Her cheeks were blushing, her eyes were silky, and she looked confused.

Song Wen turned his head and looked at the corner of the cave.

There is a withered elixir there.

Fantasy flower!

Shan Yue was poisoned by the fantasy love flower!

When Du Laogui launched a surprise attack on Xing Xinxin after being poisoned by the phantom poison, he threw the Huanqing Flower casually and hit the cave wall. The flower pot broke and the Huanqing Flower fell to the ground.

Song Wen was so busy planning to deceive Xing Chang and Shan Yue that he completely forgot about the Huanqing Flower and forgot to put away the flower.

After slowly releasing for nearly a day, the fragrance of flowers has filled the entire cave.

After Shan Yue removed the mana shield, he fell into the trap without even realizing it.

Song Wen turned his head, looked at Shan Yue who was wearing less and less clothes, and whispered to himself.

"With such scenery, if I remain indifferent, it would seem that I don't understand the style."

Song Wen felt that his mouth was dry and his body was hot.

"It seems that I was also poisoned by phantom poison."

Several pieces of thick clothes flew out of Song Wen's storage ring and used it as a bed.

...

It was bright outside, but it was still dark inside the cave.

Song Wen pushed Shan Yue off his body, stood up and put on his clothes.

He stared down at Shan Yue.

Run!

It’s really moist!

Song Wen could understand Ai Kun more and more.

Sure enough, Wenwen Township has been the Tomb of Heroes since ancient times!

Shan Yu has been tortured for a whole night, and there is no sign of waking up.

Song Wen fired a ray of magic power, Shan Yue's delicate body trembled, and she woke up leisurely.

After a brief period of confusion, Shan Yue sorted out his thoughts, and the madness of last night gradually came to mind.

Anger, grievance, shame, humiliation...

Everything comes to mind.

Whether she was a noble lady in the secular world, or later became the concubine of the ancestor of the Xing family, the ideas she accepted were always the traditional ideas of three obediences and four virtues, obedience to the end, and eternal chastity.

Undoubtedly, this night, everything was broken.

At this moment, Shan Yue's persistence and faith in his heart fell apart.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead, as if they had lost focus, and her eyes revealed deep despair and confusion.

She pulled over a scattered piece of clothing to cover the exposed spring light. Her body curled up into a ball, trembling involuntarily, and tears slowly slid down her cheeks silently.

After a while, she seemed to suddenly think of something.

She suddenly stood up, sat cross-legged, and used her spiritual power to force out what Song Wen had left in her body.

Then, she slowly put on her clothes, every movement seemed so heavy.

It was as if Song Wen had ruined everything for her!

Shan Yue stared at Song Wen resentfully.

"Now you should be satisfied, shouldn't you let Chang'er go?"

Shan Yue's voice was filled with endless sorrow.

Song Wen raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Everything last night was your initiative. I never said that I would let Chief Xing go because of this."

Shan Yue didn't know whether it was because of the lingering lingering emotion or because she was out of breath, but her face turned red, "You..."

Song Wen said coldly, "Mrs. Xing, I only give you one day. If you can't see the "Concentrating Thorn" tomorrow at this time, you will have no choice but to collect the body for the noble master."

Shan Yue gritted her teeth and glared at Song Wen, the anger in her eyes seemed to burn Song Wen to ashes.

"Mrs. Xing, you'd better hurry up."

As he spoke, the "Four Symbols Formation" suddenly opened, and a Gu insect flew out, landed on Chang Xing, and penetrated into his body.

Song Wen continued.

"Mrs. Time will kill Young Master Xing.”

Shan Yue glared at Song Wen fiercely, then flew up with his sword and headed out of the cave.

Humiliation, anger, and hatred filled Shan Yue's heart.

But then he thought about exchanging the "Concentrating Thorn" for the prison chief, and Shan Yue began to feel confused again.

She had no idea where to start.

Shan Yue turned back and glanced at Chief Xing in the formation, and the thought of abandoning his son to survive suddenly came to his mind.

This idea is so terrifying. As soon as it appears, it is like weeds in fertile soil, growing uncontrollably and unable to be contained.

No third person in the world knew about her peace agreement with Song Wen.

If she doesn't mention it, it will become a secret forever.

Shan Yue's eyes gradually became determined and fierce.

Only through ups and downs can we grow.

This incident made her understand that the Xing family was not as omnipotent as she imagined and could not protect her in everything.

In the Sea of ​​Discord, there are countless forces and monks who are eyeing the Xing family.

The Xing family has a large amount of cultivation resources, as well as various powerful techniques and secret techniques, which makes the Xing family powerful and powerful, but it also attracts many greedy and coveted eyes.

If you want to truly gain a foothold in the world of immortality, you must ultimately rely on your own strength.