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

More than eighty surviving monks gathered in a valley ten miles away from the exit.

Among these people are masters of the ninth level of Qi training, as well as middle-level Qi training monks who act cautiously.

In previous explorations of the secret realm, this was the most brutal moment of fighting and the most dangerous battles between monks. However, in this exploration of the secret realm, everyone was forced to work together because of a pseudo-second-order bronze corpse.

"Everyone, it has been less than three hours since the exit was closed. If you don't want to be trapped in the secret realm for the next thirty years, let's fight together!"

"Use all your trump cards at the bottom of the box. Summon the corpse puppets and ghosts to fight in close combat with the bronze corpse. Those who are in the late stage of Qi training will use magic weapons to attack, and those in the middle stage of Qi training will use talismans and seals to assist. In short, everyone must do it. Do your best.”

A disciple of the Scarlet Blood Sect stood in the middle of the valley and said loudly.

A gloomy voice sounded, "Xue Yao, what you said is very light. We have more than eighty monks. It's no problem to kill a pseudo-second-level bronze corpse. But who can guarantee that no one is doing evil tricks behind his back?" I was afraid that as soon as I killed the bronze corpse with my front legs, someone would sneak up on me from behind. I worked so hard to kill the bronze corpse, but in the end I made a wedding dress for others and gave up my life in vain."

These words aroused the recognition of many people present, especially those monks with lower cultivation levels in the middle stage of Qi training.

They are weak and can survive for more than seven days in the secret realm. They are extremely cautious people. For them, staying away from strange and powerful monks is the highest priority way to survive.

But now, they have to fight side by side with these powerful monks, and they really don't have much sense of security.

No one can guarantee that there won't be someone behind the scenes.

Amid this suspicion, the team of monks who had finally gathered together showed signs of falling apart.

Xueyao shouted loudly, "Do you all want to be trapped in this little secret realm for thirty years? And, during these thirty years, you will be able to escape the hunting of the bronze corpse and many monster beasts?"

"If we can't leave this secret realm today, everyone will die."

"I, Xueyao, hereby promise that all those who fight against the enemy with me, regardless of their strength, will be my allies. As long as they are in this secret realm, they will never take action against their allies, nor will they allow others to attack their allies for no reason. .”

As soon as this statement came out, it attracted a lot of attention.

Xueyao is a direct disciple of the Scarlet Blood Sect. He has perfected his qi cultivation, and his eloquent promises still make many monks' hearts flutter.

Immediately, a dozen disciples of the Scarlet Blood Sect gathered behind Xueyao, including four monks at the ninth level of Qi training.

Seeing this scene, the low-level disciples of the other two sects also began to move and walked behind Xueyao.

In the end, half of the monks did not join Xueyao's team. Most of the forty monks who did not join were in the late stages of Qi training.

In other words, most of the monks who joined Xueyao's team were weak. They were weak. Only by working together could they have a chance to break through the blockade of the bronze corpse.

Xueyao looked behind him at the forty monks who had joined the team, with a smile on his lips. He turned around and said to the monk who did not want to form a team.

"I don't care what your intentions are, but if anyone dares to use dirty tricks behind our backs while we are fighting the bronze corpse, I, Xueyao, will kill them even if I can't get out of this withered blood secret realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xueyao led forty people and headed towards the exit in a mighty manner.

Looking at the leaving figures of the forty monks, the remaining forty or so people, with a tacit understanding, quickly dispersed like a plate of loose sand and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Senior Brother Xueyao, do we really want to fight against the bronze corpse and let those guys behind us who hide their heads and tails take advantage in vain?"

Walking beside Xueyao, a disciple of the Scarlet Blood Sect transmitted a message.

Xueyao's face remained calm and he replied via voice transmission.

"It can't be that easy. Who said we have to fight against the bronze corpse!"

"But if we don't repel the bronze corpse, how can we get out of this secret realm?"

"Isn't there this group of cannon fodder in front of us? Their only value is to delay the bronze corpse and buy time for us to escape from the secret realm."

Xueyao glanced at the forty people around him with sinister eyes and continued to transmit the message.

"Send a message to the senior brothers and sisters I know well and ask them to follow me closely. Once the bronze corpse is dragged down, they will rush to the exit of the secret realm as soon as possible."

The team of forty people approached the exit of the secret realm with great fanfare, and soon attracted the attention of the bronze corpse.

Seeing the sudden appearance of a large group of monks, the bronze corpse on the top of the mountain looked like a hungry wolf seeing the sheep, and like a tiger descending from the mountain, it swooped down from the top of the mountain.

Xueyao looked calm and shouted loudly.

"Everyone prepares. The corpse puppets and ghosts are released to delay the bronze corpse."

Suddenly, more than a dozen corpse puppets and more than a dozen fierce ghosts appeared out of thin air.

The evil aura of corpse puppets is lingering, and the yin energy of evil ghosts is rolling, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

These corpse puppets and ghosts may seem to be numerous, but in fact most of them are not very strong.

First of all, the monks who joined Xueyao's team were not very advanced. Secondly, these monks also have selfish motives, and the corpse puppets and ghosts released are not the strongest among them.

Seeing this scene, Xueyao didn't say much. Instead, a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He cursed secretly, "The rabble."

This group of people is not very strong, but they have a lot of thoughts. They deserve to be treated as cannon fodder!

The bronze corpse rushed into the group of corpse puppets and ghosts.

In front of the powerful bronze corpse, these corpse puppets and ghosts were like mantises acting as chariots.

Almost every time the bronze corpse collided, a corpse puppet was torn into pieces, and every time the claws were waved, a fierce ghost disappeared into thin air.

A bloody long sword appeared in front of Xueyao. It looked like there was blood flowing on the blade, which was extremely strange.

"cut!"

As the Xueyao magic formula was played, the bloody light on the long knife flourished, and it slashed towards the corpse puppet like lightning.

Along with the blood sword, there were also the magical weapons of four other ninth-level Qi cultivators.

Facing the joint attack of five ninth-level Qi-training monks, the bronze corpse did not resist. It grabbed two corpse puppets and threw them out.

Then, jump high to the left to avoid the magic weapon attack.

Two corpse puppets blocked two magic weapons.

The bronze corpse dodged to the left and dodged two more magical weapons.

Only Xueyao's long sword struck the left shoulder of the bronze corpse.

The bronze corpse staggered and took the attack of the long knife. The long knife broke through the rotten flesh of the bronze corpse, revealing a trace of bones glowing with coppery color.

Before the bronze corpse could take a breath, the monks swarmed in with various spells.

Fire flames, wind hurricanes, water ice arrows, earth boulders, gold blades...

Bronze Corpse knew that these spells were powerful, and his body turned into an afterimage, jumping left and right, dodging spell attacks while quickly approaching the monks.

Some smart people in the crowd had already noticed that something was wrong. They quietly moved towards the edge of the crowd.

"Roar!"

A roar came out.

The bronze corpse, which had received many spell attacks and had the carrion in many parts of its body smashed to pieces, was like a wild beast that had been enraged and lost its mind. It charged into the group of monks with all kinds of attacks.

With one palm strike, the body of a Corpse Demon Sect disciple instantly exploded, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Xueyao suddenly shouted, "Let's go!"

The five Scarlet Blood Sect monks who were close to him quickly dispersed, avoiding the slaughtering bronze corpses, and headed towards the exit.

More monks saw that the situation was not good and dispersed before the five people could escape.