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

Xuan Ye glanced at Song Wen, who was obviously retreating, and said through a message.

"Fellow Taoist Niu, you dare to come here to take your elder brother's body, you can't be unprepared at all. Please tell me the means you have prepared. If the risk is not high, Taoist friend Guo Tao and I can help you. If the danger is too dangerous, Da, you can’t blame Taoist friend Guo Tao and I for being unethical and leaving like this.”

Niu Ding pondered for a moment and then said.

"I did prepare some means, but I'm not too sure."

"I know that fellow Taoist Xuan Ye is a ghost monk. I hope that fellow Taoist can use the ghosts you raise to help me draw out the ghosts and resentful ghosts in the lair, so that I can enter the lair to retrieve my brother's body."

When Xuan Ye heard this, he immediately refused.

"This is impossible. There is no way I can hold off more than twenty resentful ghosts."

Xuan Ye is only at the seventh level of Qi training. Facing the twenty or so resentful ghosts in the late stages of Qi training, no matter how many methods he has, it is almost impossible to defeat them. He and Niu Ding just met by chance, so it was impossible to take too much risk for him.

Maybe he saw that Xuan Ye would not agree without giving him some benefits.

Niu Ding patted the storage bag on his waist, and a stack of talismans appeared in his hand.

"I have ten ghost-killing talismans and four evil-killing talismans here, which can be divided between the two of you. With these talismans and the skills of the two of you, you should be able to escape unscathed."

The evil-killing talisman is a first-grade high-grade talisman. Like the ghost-killing talisman, it is a talisman specially used to kill ghosts.

According to Song Wen's understanding, the price of the evil-killing talisman is very high, much higher than the average first-level high-grade talisman. The four evil-killing talismans that Niu Ding took out are estimated to be worth about four hundred spirit stones.

But Niu Ding only took out four evil-killing talismans. If there were twenty evil-killing talismans, Song Wen felt that he could take the risk.

After all, give each resentful ghost one card, not to kill them, but as long as it can hurt the resentful ghost and buy him some time, Song Wen is confident that he can escape.

Seeing that neither Song Wen nor Xuan Ye answered, Niu Ding continued.

"I don't need you two to fight to the death for me. I just need to draw out most of the resentful ghosts. After that, it's up to you to decide whether to fight or flee."

"In addition, I have a thousand spirit stones here as a reward for the two of you."

Xuan Ye frowned slightly, something moved in his heart, and he said through the message.

"You have to think clearly, if you are trapped in the lair, you will definitely die."

If it is according to what Niu Ding said, if it only attracts resentful ghosts, the danger is not great.

Among the ghosts he raised, there was a sheep-headed ghost who had certain intelligence and could move independently. If that doesn't work, he can let the evil ghost act alone while he hides far away. At most, he will only lose one evil ghost.

The value of the talismans and spirit stones that Niu Ding took out far exceeded the value of the sheep-headed ghost.

Niu Ding said, "Don't worry, you two. Life or death depends on your fate. No matter what the outcome is, I will be responsible for it myself."

Xuan Ye nodded and took the talisman and spirit stone from Niu Ding.

He took out five ghost-killing talismans and one evil-killing talisman and handed them to Song Wen.

Song Wen shook his head and refused, "The techniques and magical weapons I practice are not good at dealing with ghosts, and I can't exert any strength in this battle. I should keep these talismans and seals for Taoist friend Xuan Ye."

What Song Wen meant was that since he didn't take any benefits, he naturally didn't need to take risks.

Five ghost-killing talismans and one evil-killing talisman were worth more than two hundred spiritual stones. It was impossible for him to risk such a few spiritual stones.

And Xuan Ye didn't plan to give away too many spiritual stones and talismans to Song Wen.

Xuan Ye put away the talismans and spirit stones without saying anything else.

After a while.

Xuan Ye sacrificed a tall and fierce ghost with a sheep's head. Under Xuan Ye's control, the sheep-headed ghost went straight to the lair on the cave wall.

"Roar!"

The sheep-headed ghost ran under the cave wall and suddenly roared.

It seemed that the surrounding air was boiling and boiling due to the sheep-headed ghost's roar.

Suddenly, the entire hundred-meter-sized cave was filled with strong winds and echoes.

A huge roar pierced the air and reached deep inside the lair.

Like a sleeping devil being awakened, the originally peaceful lair was filled with gloomy and ghostly energy.

One after another, ghosts emerged from various nests on the cave wall, and there were many powerful resentful ghosts among them.

Xuan Ye's heart skipped a beat when he saw this scene.

Although he had already been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw so many ghosts emerging.

Not daring to stay for a moment, he turned around and ran away, and the sheep-headed ghost also fled behind him.

Xuan Ye's escape direction did not choose the way he came, but headed towards the snake scale fruit.

When those ghosts saw Xuan Ye, their eyes glowed with strange green light and they swarmed towards him.

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Ye and most of the ghosts disappeared into the cave.

At this time, a burly figure quickly passed by, rushed into the cave, and headed straight for the ghost's lair on the cave wall.

Niu Ding quickly climbed up the cave wall and entered the lair mentioned by Song Wen. After walking ten meters forward, he saw the corpse of his elder brother whom he had longed for.

An expression of ecstasy immediately appeared on Niu Ding's face, without any sadness at seeing the corpse of his loved one.

Niu Ding rushed towards the corpse. He pulled off the storage bag from the waist of the corpse. After using his mental power to explore it, he had a disappointed expression on his face.

Then, his hands quickly moved around the body.

After a while, Niu Ding, who had gained nothing, became a little impatient. He stood up and searched back and forth on the ground around the body.

At this moment, Niu Ding suddenly became a little flustered and hurriedly took out a gray cloak from his storage bag.

He put his cloak around him and pressed his body against the stone wall.

Suddenly, the aura on Niu Ding's body disappeared, and his body seemed to blend into the surrounding stone walls. Without touching it with your hands, it would be extremely difficult to find a human being hiding here.

A resentful ghost at the eighth level of Qi training appeared in this lair. It floated above the corpse, looked around, and smelled the residual smell in the air.

It seemed a little confused. It clearly smelled the scent of strangers, but why there was no sign of strangers.

Could it be the remaining human scent on this dead man?

The resentful ghost was not a very smart person, so after thinking for a long time without coming up with an idea, he turned around and left the lair.

Everything that happened in the lair was seen by Song Wen through the beetle Gu.

Song Wen, who did not intend to take a trip into the muddy water, returned to the cave passage that he had walked through before the two of them took action, found a stone crevice in the cave wall, and hid in it.

Relying on the physical body's adjustment of the breath, Song Wen's breath was completely hidden, and the effect was actually a bit stronger than Niu Ding's cloak.

Seeing everything that happened in the ghost's lair, Song Wen thought to himself: Niu Ding ventured into the ancient battlefield cave not for his elder brother's body, but for a certain treasure on the body.

That cloak should be an extremely rare treasure that can restrain the breath and hide the figure.

This is the real confidence that Niu Ding dares to go deep into the ghost's lair and take risks.

Sure enough, no one in this world of immortality can be trusted easily, and no one will reveal their true trump card.

I just don’t know what level of treasure this cloak is.

However, this object can hide from ghosts at the eighth level of Qi training, so it should be at least a high-level magic weapon.