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

Wu Ren's gloomy eyes swept over the monks who came out of the secret realm alive.

The disciples suddenly fell silent, as if they were being stared at by an ancient giant beast.

Xiuyun said angrily, "Wuren, you'd better restrain yourself."

Wu Ren looked solemn, with murderous intent emerging from his eyes, and his voice was as cold as thousand-year-old ice as he said.

"Among these survivors, there must be the murderer of my grandson. If you don't let me check the storage bag and prevent me from finding the murderer, then I will have no choice but to kill them all,"

"I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let the murderer of my grandson go!"

Fairy Huan Yu sneered when she heard this.

"Wu Ren, you can give it a try. Do you really think that with your mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, you will be invincible?"

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more dull and grim, with murderous intent permeating all directions, and the war seemed to be about to break out at any time.

Wu Ren suddenly chose to give in, "As long as you let me check the storage bags of every surviving disciple, I can compensate you."

When Xiang Qi, Fairy Huan Yu and Xiu Yun heard this, their eyes lit up.

Immediately, the four people began to discuss compensation in a low voice. As for what they had said before, Wu Ren would never be allowed to check each disciple's storage bag, the three of them never mentioned it again, as if no one had ever said this. General words.

After a while, the four of them discussed the price. Wu Ren took out some spiritual materials from the storage ring with some pain and distributed them to the three of them.

Xiang Qi, Fairy Huan Yu, and Xiu Yun began to give orders for the disciples of their respective sects to gather in an open area.

"The proceeds from this exploration of the secret realm will be counted by Wu Ren, the Jindan monk of the Corpse Demon Sect. You must cooperate well."

The disciples of the three sects reacted differently to the orders given by their Jindan ancestors.

The disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect had no objections.

Anyway, after leaving the secret realm, the sect would have checked each disciple's storage bag, but in previous years it was the Foundation Establishment Elder, this time it was replaced by the Golden Pill Ancestor.

The disciples of the Scarlet Blood Sect and the Xuanyin Sect were quite critical. It was somewhat embarrassing for the sect to have their storage bags inspected by their ancestors.

However, no one dared to show any dissatisfaction due to the intimidation of the four golden elixir monks present.

The first thing Wu Ren checked were the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect. A total of nine disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect came out of the secret realm alive. There are three people in the middle stage of Qi training and six people in the late stage of Qi training.

A disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect handed the storage bag to Wu Ren. After Wu Ren counted out the elixirs obtained from the secret realm one by one, he used his spiritual sense to scan the disciple's body several times to make sure there were no other storage items. After bagging the bag, the disciple was released.

When Song Wen saw this, he felt no emotion at all.

Just now, Wu Ren's spiritual consciousness has thoroughly explored his body and found nothing. This has greatly increased Song Wen's confidence in the hidden aura of his body. Moreover, in his storage bag, in addition to the elixirs commonly used by monks, , talismans, and a few elixirs in the secret realm, and nothing else, Wu Ren could not find anything abnormal.

Sure enough, as Song Wen expected, he quickly passed Wu Ren's inspection. The few elixirs he took out to deal with the sect were not precious, but they were not bad either. They were in line with the five qi training methods he revealed. The strength of the next level of cultivation.

Wu Ren was a little disappointed because no clues were found on the nine corpse demon sect disciples.

But the person who was even more unhappy was Xiang Qi.

He discovered that none of these disciples had obtained the most precious elixirs in the Withered Blood Secret Realm, the Heavenly Spirit Fruit and Chalcedony Mushroom.

Xiang Qi's face was extremely gloomy, as if he was about to drip water.

"Haha, Xiang Qi, old zombie, your Corpse Demon Sect's harvest isn't great." Xiu Yun on the side said with a sinister taunt.

"Hmph!" Xiang Qi snorted coldly, turned to look at the nine disciples who had experienced nine deaths and came out of the secret realm alive, with a cold expression, and cursed in a low voice.

"A bunch of trash!"

Next is the Scarlet Blood Sect. The number of surviving disciples of the Scarlet Blood Sect is even fewer than that of the Corpse Demon Sect, only seven. Two people in the middle stage of Qi training, and five people in the later stage of Qi training.

After Wu Ren checked them one by one, he still found nothing.

Fairy Huan Yu's expression was also terrifyingly gloomy, and none of the disciples of the Scarlet Blood Sect had obtained the Heavenly Spirit Fruit or Chalcedony Mushroom.

Seeing this, Xiuyun became even more proud.

"It seems that in this trip to the Withered Blood Secret Realm, our Xuanyin Sect family will win alone."

There are a total of thirteen surviving disciples of the Xuanyin Sect, six of whom are at the ninth level of Qi training. They are the strongest among the surviving disciples of the three sects, and logically they should gain the most.

Thirteen Xuanyin disciples were lined up one by one, and Wu Ren also checked them one by one. In order to avenge his grandson, he checked very carefully and did not miss any details.

As the examination progressed, Xiu Yun, the ancestor of Xuanyin Sect's Golden Pill, gradually became gloomy.

Wu Ren has checked the twelve Xuanyin Sect disciples, but no one has obtained the Tianling Fruit or Chalcedony Mushroom.

On the other hand, Fairy Huan Yu and Xiang Qi looked much better at this time than before.

Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality!

To refine the Foundation-Building Pill, each furnace requires one of the three main medicines Tianlingguo, Chalcedony Mushroom, and Seven-Star Grass, and more than 20 other auxiliary elixirs. The furnace is opened and refined by an experienced alchemist to obtain the Foundation-Building Pill. Three to five pills.

In other words, as long as the three main medicines are collected, it is possible to add up to five more foundation-building monks.

It's not scary that his sect didn't get the precious Tianling Fruit and Chalcedony Mushroom; what's scary is that his opponent got too much.

If that were the case, the strengths of both sides would be stretched apart, which would be extremely detrimental to the development of the sect in the long run.

Now no one has obtained the Tianling Fruit and Chalcedony Mushroom, but has maintained the existing balance.

At this time, there was only one last disciple left in the Xuanyin Sect who was not examined. This person was an ordinary-looking female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training.

The female cultivator took out all the storage bags on her body, four in total. Except for her own storage bag, the other three storage bags were obtained in the secret realm.

Seeing that the female cultivator had four storage bags on her body, no one reacted much. It was common for monks to fight each other in the secret realm.

She was not the only monk who had several storage bags on his body. Many of the monks who had been checked previously had several storage bags, and at most one person even had ten storage bags.

The most important thing is that in the past exploration of the secret realm, it has never happened that the young one was killed and the old one jumped out to take revenge.

This makes the fighting among the disciples of the three sects unscrupulous when exploring the secret realm. Life and death depend on personal means; many people have not considered at all, and they must pay attention to concealing others' eyes and ears when killing people.

Wu Ren's eyes flashed, and he recognized that one of the storage bags belonged to his grandson Wu Sui.

Without seeing any movement, the storage bag rose into the air and flew into Wu Ren's hands.

Wu Ren probed into it with his spiritual sense, and sure enough he found a broken chain magic weapon inside.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a knife blade, piercing the female cultivator.

The female cultivator's originally calm expression suddenly became extremely frightened. The fierce murderous intention emanating from Wu Ren made her feel like she was falling into the abyss.

"Tell me, why do you have this storage bag in your hand?" Wu Ren asked sharply.

The female cultivator's legs weakened and she fell to her knees.

"Senior Qi, I picked up the storage bag not far from the exit of the secret realm. I don't know who this storage bag belongs to."

"Hmph! That's nonsense."

Wu Ren's body burst out with a powerful aura, like a mountain pressing on the female cultivator.

The female cultivator's expression became miserable, and her bones creaked all over her body, as if Wu Ren's terrifying pressure would crush her into a puddle of mud at any time.