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

Yuan Qing suppressed the discomfort in his body and stabbed the giant sword falling above his head with his gun.

At present, his situation can be described as internal and external troubles.

He had to defeat Ziyun as soon as possible to have a chance of survival.

Yuan Qing desperately mobilized all the magic power in his body and launched his spear out of the sea like an angry dragon.

"boom!"

The spear and the giant sword collided.

The giant sword was forcefully repulsed.

Ziyun repeated his old tricks, widening the distance between him and Yuan Qing, while mobilizing his shield to hit Yuan Qing, hoping to drag Yuan Qing to death.

Yuan Qing raised his hand and threw the spear out of his hand, avoiding the incoming shield and stabbing Ziyun.

At the same time, he shook his hands into a fist and punched the shield that was coming towards him.

"boom!"

The shield was blown away.

Yuan Qing's fist was bloody and bloody, revealing white bones.

the other side.

Ziyun's giant sword and shield were both knocked away. Faced with the sudden spear, in desperation, she could only summon another long sword and slashed at the spear with her sword.

"clang!"

Ziyun felt her arms go numb, and the huge force coming from the spear not only swung the sword away, but even her body staggered slightly.

At the same time, the spear was also blocked by this blow, deflected, and passed close to Ziyun's waist.

Seeing that the spear was about to pass him by, suddenly, the spear shook and hit Ziyun's waist fiercely.

Ziyun's protective magic power immediately collapsed.

The waist was suddenly covered with blood and flesh, the bright red internal organs were exposed, and blood spurted out like water.

Her whole body was also flown out, leaving a blood-red trace in the sea water.

Ziyun flew out of Li Xu and barely controlled his figure again.

She recalled her giant sword and shield, glanced at Yuan Qing unwillingly, and turned away.

She was seriously injured and did not dare to continue plotting against Yuan Qing's treasure.

Yuan Qing looked slightly relaxed when he saw Ziyun leaving.

The pill he just swallowed caused a serious loss of essence and blood, and coupled with the erosion of the external poisonous miasma, he felt that his physical body would collapse at any time.

He activated his body skills and continued to fly towards the top of the crack.

However, he just flew a few miles.

Suddenly, a ray of cold light cut through the sea water and struck him with lightning speed.

After Yuan Qing was briefly frightened, he became furious.

That cold light was a short blade as long as a foot. Its power was not powerful enough to pose a threat to him.

In his heart, there was a kind of anger that "a tiger fell down and was bullied by a dog". He was in a bad state now, and any scoundrel would dare to provoke him wantonly.

"Get away!"

Yuan Qing did not call out the spear, but raised his big palm-like hand and fanned the short blade.

Fighting with bare hands.

The short blade was easily knocked away.

His palm was cut with a slender cut.

This insignificant wound made Yuan Qing feel heartbreaking pain.

He spread his hands and saw that white-gold flames were coming from the wound.

The flames seemed to be alive, spreading rapidly, as if they were going to swallow him whole.

"Yang attribute spiritual fire!"

Yuan Qing's eyes condensed, not daring to show any signs of neglect, and hurriedly activated his magic power to extinguish the spiritual fire.

However, no flesh and blood could be seen in his palms, only bare bones remained.

Yuan Qing raised his head and looked upward. There, a figure was quickly crossing the sea water and rushing towards him.

After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Yuan Qing's face became distorted and he roared with gritted teeth.

"Extremely Yin! It turns out that you, a rat, are seeking your own death!"

Yuan Qing was like an unsheathed sword, heading straight towards Song Wen.

He curled his fingers into claws and grabbed at Song Wen.

When he saw that the claws were about to fall on Song Wen, the figure flashed.

A mid-level third-level silver corpse suddenly stood in front of Song Wen.

The sharp claws directly penetrated the silver corpse's chest, and violent corpse energy spurted out from Yuan Qing's hand.

The silver corpse's body expanded rapidly like an inflated balloon.

Then, it exploded with a 'boom' and fell apart.

Yuan Qing's speed did not slow down, and his bone claws continued to grab Song Wen.

In contrast, Song Wen.

The moment the silver corpse blocked Yuan Qing, a large amount of thunder surged from his body, like a thunder god walking in the depths of the ocean.

Thunderstorm!

Thunder was like a silver-white waterfall, surging out from Song Wen's body, and with endless brilliant power, it poured all into Yuan Qing's body who was close at hand.

Yuan Qing was instantly engulfed by lightning.

Corpse energy surged around him, building a solid defense to block the raging thunder.

The power of thunder was unstoppable, and the corpse energy melted as quickly as spring snow under the violent bombardment of thunder and lightning.

Yuan Qing braved the thunder and lightning and continued to rush towards Song Wen.

Song Wen's body lit up with a green mouth.

Da Lu couldn't even hold on for a breath before he was pierced by sharp claws.

Behind Da Lu is a black shield, which is formed by the condensed evil spirit of Gui Yuan.

The bone claws grabbed onto the black shield.

Yuan Qing's eyes burst with murderous intent and he roared.

"break!"

However, the strength of the black shield was somewhat beyond his expectation.

The black shield did not break like Da Lu, but managed to hold on.

The Xuan Shuang Knife appeared in Song Wen's hand at some point, and Song Wen handed it forward.

The thunder consumed the corpse energy of Yuan Qing's bodyguard, and the tip of the knife touched Yuan Qing's chest. However, the low-grade magic weapon Xuan Shuang Knife could not pierce Yuan Qing's body.

After Yuan Qing used "Immortal True Corpse Transformation", his body was as if it were made of steel and was indestructible.

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Song Wen for not overestimating his abilities and daring to fight him at close range.

He raised his other hand and slapped Song Wen on the top of his head with a palm as heavy as a mountain.

The black shield failed to achieve success this time and shattered.

The giant palm continued to slap and landed on Song Wen's head.

Song Wen's head exploded instantly.

Only half of the body was left, falling towards the deep sea.

Before Yuan Qing could make his next move, he felt a figure suddenly appear behind him.

On Song Wen's hands, white-gold flames rose ragingly, suddenly hitting Yuan Qing's back.

He discovered that the magic weapon could hardly damage Yuan Qing's physical body, but the jade brilliant flame could cause considerable damage to it.

Yuan Qing was suddenly shocked and hurriedly activated his magic power to put out the spiritual fire behind him.

Suddenly.

He was shocked to notice that the movement of mana in his body had become stagnant.

Casting "Immortal True Corpse Transformation" for a long time caused a huge drain on his mana.

At the same time, the continued erosion of the miasma and the excessive consumption of essence and blood by the Blood Spirit Pill made his physical body overwhelmed and his meridians damaged.

The combination of this series of factors brought his mana and body to the edge of unsustainability.

An ominous premonition enveloped Yuan Qing's heart.

He slapped a palm sideways to force Song Wen back, then mobilized all his magic power, and finally extinguished the jade flame behind him.

However, his back was already shocking. It is riddled with holes and bones.