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

At this moment, the blood on the pseudo-second-order bronze corpse was extremely rich, and even the rotten flesh on its body was stained with a layer of blood red, making it look even tougher.

Apparently in a short period of time, it killed many monks and sucked their blood.

The bronze corpse is not like Song Wen, whose physical body can directly convert the blood it sucks into blood essence.

The blood sucked by the copper corpse has not yet had time to be completely refined. At this moment, there is still a large amount of blood stored in its body, making its body full of energy and blood, and it is extremely mottled. It is somewhat similar to a demonic monk who becomes obsessed with practicing martial arts.

The copper corpse chases Chai Bin, obviously to suck his blood and essence.

After he noticed the team of corpse demon sect and scarlet blood sect disciples, he turned his attention to these eight people, abandoned Chai Bin, and attacked the eight people.

The soil at the feet of the bronze corpse suddenly exploded, and its figure suddenly sprang out. Its sharp nails glowed faintly in the dark night sky.

The speed was as fast as a spark, and the sharp claws grabbed the calf of a female cultivator who was the slowest to escape.

Instantly.

Blood spurts.

The nun's calf was broken as if it had been slashed by a sharp sword.

"Ah...Senior Brother Wang, save me..."

In the female cultivator's expression of pain and panic, her body was also thrown to the ground by the huge force from the sharp claws.

Before she could hit the ground, the bronze corpse's sharp claws suddenly clamped around her neck.

Bronze Corpse's blood-red eyes flashed with excitement.

The bloody mouth opened wide, exhaling the smell of rotten flesh mixed with the smell of blood, and two yellowed fangs bit the female cultivator's long white neck.

In the midst of pleading, pain and reluctance, the blood in the female cultivator's body quickly drained away, her breath gradually disappeared, and her body became somewhat shriveled up.

The bronze corpse grabbed the female cultivator's head and pulled hard.

The body of the female cultivator was instantly split into two halves, and the body parts were thrown to the ground by the bronze corpse.

The bronze corpse twists the female cultivator's head, and is connected to the female cultivator's entire spine, with flesh and blood connected to the spine.

The bronze corpse opened the skull and poured the yellow-white substance inside into its mouth.

After two bites, the bronze corpse casually threw away the female cultivator's head.

Song Wen saw the horrific and tragic situation of the female cultivator through the black armor Gu.

Shaked his head.

This bronze corpse is so unprofessional!

At least half of the essence and blood in this corpse was wasted by it.

Moreover, the soul of the female cultivator was not devoured, which was a waste of resources.

Shameful waste.

A black armor Gu landed silently on the broken body of the female cultivator, dragged the storage bag from her waist away, and quickly disappeared into the night.

At the same time, another black armor Gu threw Wu Sui's storage bag in a relatively conspicuous location.

...

The bronze corpse did not continue to chase the remaining seven monks, but headed towards the dense forest on the left front.

In its perception, there were three monks there, and at this moment, these three people were the closest to it.

The three of them were members of the Xuanyin Sect hiding in the darkness, preparing to attack the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect and the Scarlet Blood Sect.

Among these three people, two have practiced Qi at the eighth level, and one has practiced Qi at the ninth level.

The person at the ninth level of Qi training was a young male cultivator in his twenties. His face was pale and he was obviously very young, but he gave people an eerie feeling.

What was a little surprising was that the white-faced man did not run away immediately, but stood in front of his two classmates.

There was a three-foot-long ghost-headed sword suspended in front of him.

"Destruction Slash!"

The white-faced man let out a soft chuckle, and the ghost energy surged up from the ghost-headed sword like a torrent.

With lightning speed, he quickly slashed at the bronze corpse.

"when!"

The ghost-headed sword struck the copper corpse's bare chest, making a sharp and crisp sound as if it were struck on fine iron.

The bronze corpse was unscathed, except that it took half a step back.

It seemed to be completely angered by the knife, with corpse aura reverberating all over its body, and the sparse white hair on the top of its head did not move in the wind.

"howl!"

The bronze corpse opened its mouth wide and roared, with a ferocious face and terrifying image, and the green-faced fangs attacked again.

Seeing that he had struck with all his strength but failed to achieve even an inch, the white-faced man was shocked. After a brief moment of confusion, a ghostly aura surged out of his body and entangled a fellow disciple behind him who was about to retreat.

"Senior Brother Chen, what are you doing!"

The ghost energy was like a thick rope, tightly entangled with the Xuanyin Cult disciple. In his exclamation, he swung back violently and threw it towards the bronze corpse.

The white-faced man himself took the opportunity to escape towards the exit.

Faced with the food delivered to his door, there was no reason for Bronze Corpse to refuse.

The bronze corpse grabbed the Xuanyin Cult disciple's head, and bit into pieces of his skull amidst his terrified screams.

While it was sucking the essence and blood, it was not idle. It tore off the man's hands, used them as weapons, and threw them at the white-faced man who escaped.

When the white-faced man heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him, he didn't even look back and continued running wildly.

A large amount of Yin Qi surged out of his body, and the Yin Qi condensed into a dark shield behind him.

"Bang, bang!"

Two arms hit the Yin Qi shield, instantly exploding into two masses of blood mist.

The white-faced man also staggered due to the huge impact behind him and almost fell. His mouth was even sweeter and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The injured white-faced man did not dare to stop at all and continued towards the exit.

Chen Xiuming and others standing below the exit of the secret realm also understood the horror of the bronze corpse at this moment.

The seven people looked at each other and flew toward the exit above their heads in unison. A white light flashed at the exit of the secret realm, and the seven people disappeared into the secret realm. No one offered to help the white-faced man.

As for the other Xuanyin Sect disciples who were hiding in the dark, they all disappeared and never showed up.

In the end, the white-faced man did not escape the pursuit of the bronze corpse. Less than a hundred meters away from the exit of the secret realm, the white-faced man was cut into pieces by the bronze corpse, sucking blood and marrow.

The bronze corpse raised its horrifying face stained with blood and yellow and white things, and looked at the dark exit of the secret realm above. A strange red light shone in its two pupil-less eyes.

After a while, the bronze corpse understood that the black hole was the exit of the secret realm, and it stood motionless under the exit, waiting.

Song Wen put the three storage bags that Wujia Gu had brought back into his arms.

Looking at the invincible bronze corpse of Kazuo on the top of the mountain, he shook his head.

A dead corpse is a dead corpse. No matter how powerful it is, it will never be able to achieve success until it evolves enough wisdom.

It seems that the bronze corpse is the strongest existence in the secret realm, and it is difficult for all monks to cause effective damage to it, but that is when fighting alone.

Once many monks in the secret realm were forced into a desperate situation, they were forced to unite.

No matter how strong this pseudo-second-order bronze corpse is, it can't resist the combined efforts of everyone, and in the end it can only drink in hatred.

The entire night, the exit area of ​​the secret realm was very quiet, as quiet as the killing at the beginning of the night did not exist.

The bronze corpse is like a night watchman, standing alone on the top of the mountain, motionless forever!

Until dawn, there are less than three hours left before the secret realm exit is closed.

Scattered throughout the secret realm, monks looking for opportunities began to gather, and monks hiding in the dark began to emerge.