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

"call out!"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Song Wen, who was about to swallow Xing Liren's soul and blood essence, had no time to explore where the attack was coming from.

He hurriedly dodged to the left, flying horizontally several feet away.

At the critical moment, he did not forget to tear off one of Xing Liren's arms, which had a storage ring on it.

At the same time, a large amount of corpse evil energy surged out of Song Wen's body and condensed into an egg-shaped black shield, covering his whole body.

Song Wen was then distracted to explore the magic weapon that sneaked up on him.

The magic weapon is cone-shaped, about one foot long, has no power, and looks inconspicuous.

This is a magic weapon specially refined for sneak attacks, hiding murderous intent invisibly.

The opponent missed the target but did not give up.

The cone-shaped magic weapon turned sharply in the air, followed by Song Wen's figure.

The cone-shaped magic weapon is pierced on the black shield.

In an instant, a black cold light suddenly bloomed from the tip of the cone, which was extremely sharp.

The black shield instantly collapsed and disintegrated under the sharp edge of the cone tip, turning into a corpse-like aura.

The cone-shaped magic weapon continued to advance unabated, and hit a large green bell.

The big bell is buzzing!

The big clock was as fragile as glass and suddenly shattered.

Fragments splashed in the air, followed by a thick blood mist.

The cone-shaped magic weapon passed through the blood mist!

The blood mist was blown away by the strong wind brought by the cone-shaped magic weapon.

Song Wen's figure has disappeared.

"It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road. I didn't expect to run into this person again."

Xing Yixuan's figure appeared in the blood mist, whispering to herself.

She had been secretly following Xing Liren, fearing that he would be noticed. She did not dare to follow too closely, but she also watched the battle between Song Wen and Xing Liren at first glance.

She originally planned that after Xing Liren had dealt with Song Wen, he would suddenly launch a sneak attack when he relaxed his guard, restrain Xing Liren, and force him to hand over the Tianling Pill.

To her surprise, Xing Liren lost to Song Wen and lost his life at Song Wen's hands.

This made Xing Yixuan very happy.

Xing Liren's death had nothing to do with her, and in the name of avenging Xing Liren, she could kill Song Wen and obtain the Tianling Pill.

Unexpectedly, her sneak attack failed. Song Wen reacted quickly and avoided her fatal blow in time.

"Bah! What a loser. He died at the hands of an early stage Jindan monk."

Xing Yixuan came to Xing Liren's body and spat lightly.

Then, she turned and walked aside, with no intention of collecting the body for Xing Liren, nor did she destroy the body.

The less trouble, the better!

She just pretended that she had never been here and had not seen Xing Liren being killed.

Xing Yixuan came to a pile of rotten meat that was broken into pieces.

A thick layer of ice crystals was frozen on the minced meat. This was the remains of Song Wen's stand-in puppet after being hit by the ice spear.

Xing Yixuan frowned slightly.

"This seems to be the rumored puppet body death technique! Where did this person come from, and he is actually proficient in several rare and profound secret techniques?"

She recalled the cone-shaped magic weapon and looked at the trace of blood remaining on it, with a sneer on her lips.

"It seems you didn't completely avoid the bone-eating awl! This time, you can't escape."

Xing Yixuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and a stream of magic power shot out like a thin thread, accurately wrapping the wisp of blood.

Drawn by the magic power, the blood condensed into a drop of blood, which floated in the air and hung in front of her.

Her hands began to twist the magic formula.

With the injection of magic, the blood beads gradually distorted and deformed, and finally turned into a bloody rune.

"Fortunately, this person's escape technique cannot escape too far, otherwise the blood curse tracking technique may not be successful."

Using the blood secret technique, Xing Yixuan seemed to have consumed a lot of energy. After adjusting her breathing slightly, she swallowed lightly.

"go!"

The bloody rune suddenly accelerated and flew towards the depths of the ghost mist.

Xing Yixuan turned into an afterimage, chasing after the rune.

...

Song Wen fell out of the blood mist. There was a laceration on his left waist, and blood was flowing gurglingly, which was shocking.

Fortunately, it was just an external injury and nothing serious.

He used his magic power to temporarily seal the wound and stop the bleeding.

Song Wen took out a healing elixir and Zhang took it orally. He didn't have time to refine it, so he released his spiritual consciousness and looked around.

After confirming that the surroundings were safe, Song Wen used his body skills and swept towards the mountains nearby.

Song Wen knew very little about this secret place, and was afraid of encountering unknown dangers.

Therefore, he did not use all his strength when he performed the "Blood Escape Technique". He only escaped for more than thirty miles and did not stray far from the foot of the mountain.

Xing Yixuan may come after her at any time.

This is not a place to stay for a long time!

Song Wen had already planned this in his mind.

The higher you go, the thicker the ghost fog becomes.

He planned to use the "Corpse King's Reincarnation Technique" to resist the ghost mist and go all the way up the mountain to get rid of Xing Yixuan.

There is no trace of life in this high mountain. The entire mountain is bare, the rocks are exposed, and there is no trace of any vegetation.

Song Wen clung to the mountain and flew cautiously, quickly climbing more than fifty miles.

The concentration of ghost mist here is ten times thicker than that at the foot of the mountain, almost equivalent to that of the outer areas of the foggy ghost realm. Song Wen's spiritual sense can only detect a distance of five feet.

Song Wen thought that Xing Yixuan would not set foot in this place easily.

He slowed down his escape speed and began to explore around, looking for a suitable place to heal.

After walking several miles further, a platform suddenly appeared in front of Song Wen.

Due to the ghostly fog, extremely poor vision and limited spiritual awareness, he did not know what was in front of the platform.

Song Wen landed on the platform and stepped forward cautiously.

After walking about a few hundred feet, a towering cave appeared in front of Song Wen.

The entrance of the cave is several feet high, looming in the ghost mist, like a huge mouth of a ferocious beast, which makes people feel fearful.

Song Wen looked at the dark hole and couldn't help but feel a little hesitation in his heart.

He doesn't know whether to enter or not?

He climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to here. The mountain he saw along the way was extremely smooth, and he didn't find any cracks or caves for hiding.

The cave in front of you has obvious traces of man-made excavations. These traces have become mottled after countless years of erosion.

In the secret realm, man-made ruins often hide treasures, but they also lurk dangers.

The Nascent Soul monks of the Xing family have explored this secret realm of Hades Mountain many times, but they still attach so much importance to this secret realm.

This is enough to show that the Xing family failed to obtain the valuable treasure inside.

From this, the danger level of the secret realm can be seen.

At this moment, the ghost fog in the sky suddenly surged violently.

A resentful spirit suddenly rushed out from the ghost mist.

The appearance of this resentful spirit is extremely strange.

It has three human heads, a snake body, four arms, and six insect-like legs.

Each of the three heads of the resentful spirit is horribly twisted, revealing endless resentment and pain.

It is like the aggregation of multiple living souls, forcibly blended together by some unknown force, forming such a twisted and weird existence.