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

Zhuyin rushed out of the narrow and deep corridor, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Yuan Qing hasn't come after him yet.

After entering the seafloor crevice, she had more escape directions to choose from, and the place was filled with miasma, which greatly limited the range of spiritual awareness.

If Yuan Qing wants to hunt her down again, it won't be that easy.

Zhuyin could have hid in any direction in the crack on the seabed, but she did the opposite and headed straight above the crack, intending to stay away from this place completely.

As soon as she reached the top of the crack, she saw a slender figure coming from above.

Zhuyin's relaxed mood suddenly became tense again.

The person coming is Ziyun from Liangyi Sect!

Ziyun seemed to have been lying in wait here for a long time. Seeing Zhuyin appear alone, she said nothing, activated her flying sword and struck down at Zhuyin.

Zhuyin was seriously injured and his corpse was missing. He knew he was no match for Ziyun.

She hurriedly activated the magic weapon Hong Ling to protect it in front of her and shouted loudly.

"Fellow Taoist Ziyun, wait a moment to take action. You and I have no grudges, so why should we use swords against each other?"

Upon hearing this, Ziyun actually put away the flying sword and asked coldly.

"Where is Yuan Qing who is traveling with you?"

Seeing that Ziyun stopped attacking, Zhuyin felt relieved.

She heard a trace of hatred in Ziyun's tone. She instantly understood that it was when Yuan Qing chased Ziyun in the Silk Forest, which made Ziyun feel resentful.

"Yuan Qing is in a tomb in a crack on the seabed."

"Since he is still in the mausoleum, why did you retreat first?" Ziyun asked.

"There is a treasure in the mausoleum. He wants to take it all for himself. We have a dispute. I am no match for him, so I can only run away." Zhuyin said half-truthfully.

Ziyun looked disdainful, "You guys in the demonic path are really only interested in profit and ruthless. For the sake of a mere treasure, brothers and sisters of the same sect can fight against each other."

After denounced the despicable devil, Ziyun asked again.

"What treasures are there in the tomb?"

Zhuyin said, "I'm not sure, but it seems to be related to advancing to the Nascent Soul realm."

When Ziyun heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, but he soon became wary and questioning.

"You don't want to use me to deal with Yuan Qing, do you?"

Zhuyin said, "I swear on my soul that there must be treasures related to the advanced Yuanying in the mausoleum. However, you have to go quickly. Once Yuan Qing leaves the mausoleum, it will be extremely difficult for you to find him. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ziyun couldn't wait to rush into the crack.

Zhuyin felt at ease and did not dare to stop any longer, and hurriedly flew towards the outskirts of the Valley of Rebirth.

...

As soon as Song Wen escaped from the tomb passage, he felt that Yuan Qing was chasing him from behind.

In order to leave the seabed crack as quickly as possible and reduce the damage caused by the miasma, Yuan Qing did not cancel the transformation of the "Immortal True Corpse Transformation".

His speed is much faster than Song Wen.

Song Wen was about to use the "Blood Escape Technique" to get rid of Yuan Qing, when he saw a flying sword suddenly shoot out of the sea water above.

The flying sword is extremely sharp, the sword light is puffing out, and the sword energy is surging.

Song Wen knew that it would be difficult to block this sword, so he was ready to use the puppet death technique.

However, when the flying sword was only one foot away from him, it suddenly deflected slightly, bypassed him, and stabbed Yuan Qing behind him.

Glancing at the purple clouds getting closer and closer above him, Song Wen changed direction and rushed out diagonally.

Yuan Qing looked at the flying sword that suddenly struck, and couldn't help but be shocked.

At this moment, he relied on his profound magic power to forcefully resist the corrosion of the miasma. He knew very well that he could not stay in this seabed crack for long and must fight quickly.

He held a spear in his hand and swept towards the flying sword without slowing down.

The mana all over his body surged and was poured into the spear.

The spear seemed to turn into a black lightning in his hand, and with unparalleled momentum, it suddenly stabbed the flying sword.

"clang!"

A deafening loud noise echoed deep under the sea.

The collision between the flying sword and the spear was like two meteors colliding in the deep sea, erupting into bright fire.

At this moment, the darkness under the sea was instantly pierced, as if daylight had fallen.

This huge impact spread instantly, causing violent turmoil in the surrounding seawater.

Under Yuan Qing's full blow, the flying sword was knocked back and flew back to Ziyun.

Ziyun looked at Yuan Qing, who was ten feet tall, and felt his overwhelming momentum. His expression was solemn, but he did not retreat.

She pinched the sword secret again, and saw the sword body suddenly surged, and instantly turned into a thirty-foot-long giant sword.

"Broken Yue Slash!"

The giant sword slashed down with thunderous force, as if it was going to split the entire deep sea into two.

Yuan Qing was a little angry, "Go away!"

He moved with the gun, and his whole body was like a speeding arrow, rising straight into the sky to meet the giant sword that was coming.

In front of the giant sword, the black spear that was more than ten feet was like an earthworm shaking a tree, small and ridiculous.

However, there was only a crisp sound of "clang", and the giant sword was flew away by the spear.

But Yuan Qing's speed also dropped sharply as a result.

A trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and the miasma was constantly eroding his body, turning his originally dark body into a strange green color.

"Ziyun, get out of the way. Otherwise, this crack on the seabed will be your burial place."

As he spoke, Yuan Qing picked up his speed again and rushed towards Ziyun.

Ziyun also noticed Yuan Qing's strangeness, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yuan Qing, you are poisoned by miasma, but you still dare to speak arrogant words. Hand over the treasures in the tomb, and I will spare your life."

"wishful thinking!"

Yuan Qing mobilized the spear with all his strength, and the spear swept away like a long stick.

"Breaking through the air!"

As Ziyuntun shouted, the giant sword struck again.

Fighting with swords and guns.

The giant sword was knocked away again.

Before Ziyun could recall the flying sword again, Yuan Qing arrived with a gun.

The spear thrust upward.

Ziyun summoned a shield and hit the gun head. At the same time, she retreated violently, widening the distance from Yuan Qing.

The shield was easily knocked away by the spear.

Yuan Qing's speed dropped sharply again.

When he wanted to regain his strength and attack Ziyun again, the giant sword had been recalled by Ziyun and slashed at him again.

Yuan Qing's expression was extremely gloomy.

Ziyun obviously made up his mind and deliberately held him back so that he could not leave the seabed crack as quickly as possible and was slowly eroded by the miasma.

Yuan Qing was filled with anger and resolutely took out the jade bottle Song Wen gave him, poured out a 'Qingmu Pill' and swallowed it.

As soon as the elixir enters the abdomen, the majestic power of the medicine explodes instantly.

Yuan Qing immediately felt that the blood and essence in his body was being consumed rapidly, as if it was being greedily devoured by an invisible force.

At the same time, a pure spiritual power emerged from the body.

Along with it, there was a heartbreaking abdominal pain, as if there was a ball of flame burning in the belly.

Yuan Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes almost bursting out of his sockets, the murderous intent in his eyes was as real as ever.

He didn't know it yet, but he had been tricked by 'Ji Yin'.

At this moment, his hatred for Song Wen surged like a wave.