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

"Xing Gaohan, I am not the only outsider who entered this secret realm. Why are you only targeting me?"

When Yin Shuo said this, he looked at Jing Wuming, and the meaning behind his words was obvious.

Xing Gaohan changed his target and looked at Jing Wuming.

"Ancestor of the Jing family, how did you learn about the existence of the secret realm?"

Jing Wuming said, "There is no airtight wall in the world! Your Xing family has occupied this secret realm for more than a thousand years, so you should be satisfied."

"Hmph!" Xing Gaohan snorted and said.

"My Xing family has invested countless efforts and financial resources in this secret realm, but we have gained very little. Now we are about to crack the formation of the core hall, but you just happened to enter and enjoy the results. How can there be such a good thing in the world!"

Jing Wuming smiled and said, "Brother Xing, you and I, the Xing and Jing families, have been married for a long time and are in the same family. My niece is still your wife. If there is any important treasure in the palace, the Xing family will take it first. Just leave a sip of soup for my Jing family." Okay. Besides, two fourth-order big monsters broke into the secret realm. Yin Shuo and I are here to help you fight against the big monsters."

"The story about the big demon is just what Yin Shuo said. Who can tell whether it is the truth or not."

Xing Gaohan glanced at the two of them coldly, then turned his head and stared at the bronze door, falling into silence.

The four people in the hall, Xing Gaohan, Yin Shuo, and Jing Wuming are all monks in the late Yuanying period, and Xing Wenyao is a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying.

In terms of force, the two members of the Xing family had the upper hand.

However, in order to prevent being defeated one by one, Jing Wuming and Yin Shuo had a vague tendency to form an alliance.

It is for this reason that the three parties did not break out into a war, but formed a delicate balance.

Sudden.

The bronze door burst into fluorescent green light.

Xing Wenyao stared at the bronze door with a solemn expression.

The magic formula in his hand became more and more urgent, and only the afterimages of his fingers could be seen, passing through the air.

Nine small flags suddenly flew out, like nine sharp arrows, shooting towards the bronze door.

"The formation is about to be broken, retreat quickly!"

Xing Wenyao roared.

Then, his figure suddenly rose from the ground and retreated sharply backward.

The transparent light curtain lit up on the bronze door blocked the nine small flags.

The nine-pole flag burst out with dazzling cyan light, and the cyan light was like countless sharp cyan sword blades, constantly sweeping towards the light curtain.

A dazzling green light suddenly burst out from the bronze door, like the rising sun.

Then, a powerful energy swept across all directions, and the nine small flags were blown away one after another.

Without Xing Wenyao's reminder, Xing Gaohan, Yin Shuo, and Jing Wuming had already noticed the anomaly on the bronze door and left early.

Only Xing Wenyao, who broke the formation, was the last to leave. His figure rolled rapidly in the air and flew hundreds of feet away before he was able to remove the impact and stabilize his figure.

At this moment, the entire hall and even the entire mountain began to shake violently.

Countless rocks broke away from the mountain and rolled down.

When the light dissipated, the bronze door that had been closed for countless years opened a gap, revealing the dark interior.

Wisps of ghostly mist as black as ink slowly escaped through the cracks in the door.

These ghost mist are so thick that they seem to condense into water.

The four of them stared at the bronze door, but did not rush in rashly.

But the reactions of the four people were different.

Jing Wuming looked at the ghost mist escaping from the bronze door and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice.

"The ghost mist inside this door is so thick! It's probably not much better than the deepest part of the misty ghost realm."

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao frowned and looked extremely solemn. It was as if the two of them had not expected that the ghostly mist behind the door would be so thick that it could not be dispelled, and they seemed to be at a loss for what to do.

"This ghost mist is too strong, and the magic weapons we prepared may not be able to last for long." Xing Wenyao said with a frown.

"Even so, we must enter. The Xing family has been preparing for this secret realm for more than a thousand years, how can we retreat now."

Xing Gaohan's face was as dark as water, and there was an obvious look of worry between his brows.

Unlike the other three who were cautious, Yin Shuo had a smile on his face and seemed nonchalant.

There are many records about this palace in the ancient books he obtained. He is confident that his knowledge of this palace is no less than that of the Xing family.

Moreover, the "Corpse King Blood Cultivation" he practiced was extremely resistant to ghost mist. With his cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, the ghost mist in the palace did not pose much of a threat to him.

"Three of you, if you don't come in, don't blame me for getting in first."

Yin Shuo was wary of the three of them and walked slowly towards the bronze door.

He walked to the bronze door and saw that Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao had no intention of taking action. He pushed the bronze door open and stepped in.

There was an oil lamp suspended in front of Jing Wuming's chest. The oil fire in the lamp danced, releasing a soft yellow light.

This yellow light is like a barrier, dispelling all the ghost fog around it.

"The two of you are hesitant, so Jing will take the first step to explore the way for you two."

Jing Wuming changed his caution when he first opened the bronze door, and his figure turned into a stream of light, quickly passed through the bronze door, and disappeared into the darkness.

The reason why he was so eager to leave was that once Yin Shuo left, he would be alone and helpless; if the Xing family and the two suddenly got into trouble, he was no match for them.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao's eyes met, and there was a smile on their faces, as if they were laughing at Yin Shuo and Jing Wuming's stupidity.

The Xing family has entered this secret realm several times and obtained many ancient books and jade slips. How could they know nothing about the situation behind the bronze door.

Xing Gaohan said, "Yin Shuo has practiced the "Corpse King's Blood Exercise" and is not afraid of the invasion of the ghost mist. He also has many classics left by the Hades Temple. He should be able to find the exit of the maze."

Xing Wenyao nodded, and then asked again.

"How should Jing Wuming deal with it?"

Xing Gaohan's eyes were full of murderous intent, "He is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. In the outside world, if he wanted to leave, you and I couldn't keep him together; but he entered the maze behind the bronze door and had nowhere to escape even if he wanted to. .Since he is looking for death, then we will help him."

Xing Wenyao patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a dark fox with two tails jumped out in response.

A breath flowed out of Xing Gaohan's hand and poured into Minghu's mouth and nose.

This aura clearly belonged to Jing Wuming, and it was unknown when he collected this aura.

Minghu twitched his nose and sniffed around, then suddenly turned around and jumped behind the bronze door.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao followed closely behind.

The two men and the beast had just left, and two figures, one tall and one short, appeared outside the bronze door.

"The human race is indeed inherently despicable. There are always deceptions and fights among themselves. The human race is not worthy of dominating this sea area at all. They are only worthy of being the blood food of our demon clan."

The person who spoke was covered in a large black cloak and was over two feet tall.