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

Song Wen neatly tidied up the cave, walked out of the cave, and came to Fangzhu City.

There is less than a month left until the magic conference.

There are more and more monks in Fang Zhu City, almost to the point where they are rubbing shoulders with each other.

Most of these monks came to participate in the magic conference.

Stones from other mountains can attack jade!

These monks hope to find breakthrough opportunities and improve their own cultivation and strength by participating in or observing other people's battles.

A small number of the monks came here to earn spiritual stones.

A large number of monks gathered on Fang Zhudao, which was a good time to do business.

Song Wen wandered the streets, trying to find a way to quickly earn spiritual stones.

After walking around for half a day, Song Wen found out that he was no smarter than other monks. Those easy ways to earn spiritual stones had already been taken advantage of by other monks or tightly controlled by the Xing family.

That night.

Song Wen came to the Dark Star Black Market and purchased one hundred and fifty dragon-marked grasses. These dragon-marked grasses were enough for a Holy Armor Gu to advance.

In the following days, apart from feeding the Holy Armor Gu, Song Wen spent most of his time paying attention to the magic conference and occasionally investigating the movements of Zhenbao Peak.

Song Wen discovered that this time the Treasure Fair was not held as scheduled.

On the night of the tenth day of the lunar month, the maze of Zhenbao Peak was tightly locked, with no monks entering or exiting.

Outside the south city of Fangzhu City, the Xing family opened up a flat land of tens of miles as the venue for the magic competition.

With ten days left until the start of the magic conference, the Xing family arranged for people to register the names of the monks who were interested in participating in the magic conference.

At the same time, explore the cultivation levels of these participating monks one by one to prevent anyone from lying about their cultivation level and getting into the competition of low-level monks for the sake of rewards.

When Song Wen saw this scene, he knew it in his heart.

The Xing family is a monk who is looking for the body of the soul.

From this day on, Song Wen would no longer return to the cave.

On a high mountain twenty miles away from Zhenbao Peak, Song Wen found a hidden beast cave and hid in it.

Song Wen released five Holy Armor Gu and one Shadow Gu.

Shadow Gu is the new name Song Wen gave to the third-level Gu.

Six Gu insects are lurking around Zhenbao Peak. With their help, no monk entering or leaving Zhenbao Peak can escape Song Wen's sight.

Seven days later, Yin Shi.

In the dense forest near Zhenbao Peak, two figures appeared, approaching Zhenbao Peak quickly.

Among the two, one of them had fainted and was kidnapped by the other.

The captor was Gan Hong.

He sneaked all the way to the foot of Zhenbaofeng Mountain, then rose into the sky, flew to the mountainside of Zhenbaofeng Mountain, and entered the maze.

Half a quarter of an hour later, another monk was kidnapped to Zhenbao Peak.

The Zhenbao Peak was quite lively that night, and a total of nine monks were kidnapped here.

Song Wen, who was hiding in the beast cave, knew in his heart: Xing Liren had gathered nine monks with soul source bodies in the Qi refining stage and was about to start refining the Tianling Pill.

In order to ensure the vitality of the human medicine's body and soul, Xing Liren only took action after gathering nine suitable candidates and tied them up at the same time.

"Xing Liren should start making alchemy tonight!"

Song Wen thought to himself.

This means that after eighteen days, the Tianling Pill will be successfully refined.

Whether we can win the Heavenly Spirit Pill depends on this time in the eighteenth day.

Song Wenwen thought that he was the only one who coveted the Heavenly Spirit Pill.

What he didn't expect was that on the sixteenth day after starting the alchemy furnace, three monks came quietly and lurked in a mountain not far from Song Wen.

These three people were covered in black cloaks, wearing masks of sheep, horse, and cow respectively. Their auras were extremely restrained and difficult to detect.

These three people only appeared here when they were about to complete the elixir. Obviously, they have more accurate information.

Two days passed quietly.

Yin hour and six quarters.

Three men in black came to the sky above Zhenbao Peak.

The tauren took out four formation flags.

The formation flag is no more than one foot in size, and there are obscure formation patterns drawn on the flag surface.

The tauren threw out the four formation flags.

The four formation flags slowly fell down and hung in the air around the top of Zhenbaofeng.

The tauren's hands were randomly pinching the magic formula.

The four small flags bloomed with dazzling light at the same time. These lights were intertwined and gradually formed a huge formation, hanging on the top of Zhenbao Peak.

"break!"

The tauren growled.

The formation emits a dazzling light, like a huge beam of light, heading straight towards the maze below.

The third-level maze on Zhenbao Peak was shrouded in this beam of light and collapsed.

The thick fog that originally filled the top of the mountain quickly dissipated, exposing the entire mountain top.

Use the formation to break the formation!

The tauren seemed to have consumed a lot of energy. He took several pills, then took a step back and stood behind the sheep-headed man.

On the platform at the top of the mountain that was originally used to hold the Treasure Fair, eleven figures stood impressively.

Xing Liren glared at the three figures in the sky and shouted loudly.

"Who dares to run wild on our Xing family's territory?"

Under the sheep-head mask, a somewhat mocking voice came out.

"You, Xing Liren, can't represent the Xing family."

As he spoke, a long sword appeared in front of the sheep-headed man.

With a pinch of the sword technique, the long sword stabbed Xing Liren away like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Xing Liren's expression suddenly became serious.

The moment the other party took action, he could clearly sense that the other party's cultivation level was higher than his own, and he was a peak Golden Core cultivator.

Xing Liren is not an ordinary person either.

He is the direct son of the ancestor of the Xing family, and ordinary cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core may not necessarily be able to defeat him.

In front of Xing Liren, a palm-sized ice mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air.

As soon as the ice mirror appeared, it swelled in the wind, and in an instant it became as big as ten feet.

The mirror surface was crystal clear, emitting a deep blue light, like a piece of black ice, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, and countless tiny ice crystals began to condense in the air.

The long sword was already close at hand, and Xing Liren did not dare to neglect at all, and quickly activated his magic power to inject it into the ice mirror.

With the injection of mana, bright blue light suddenly surged in the ice mirror.

An ice pick about a foot long shot out from the blue light and shot towards the incoming sword.

"When, when, when..."

A series of crisp collision sounds sounded.

The ice picks were broken into pieces, and the power of the long sword gradually began to weaken.

The sheep-headed man sneered contemptuously, "Humph! Cold light mirror? I want to see how many swords this mirror can block!"

After saying this, the magic power surged out of her body like a flood, and the power of the long sword surged instantly. Countless sword energy erupted from the sword, forming an extremely fierce sword energy storm.

The ice cones that originally tried to block the flying sword became fragile in front of this storm of sword energy. They were shattered into powder and could no longer block the flying sword.

The flying sword drove straight in, forcing Xing Liren away.