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

Wu Ren glanced at Yan Yuyan, who was dozens of meters away and could not afford to be seriously injured. He wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of this woman, but he was unable to stand up.

The sword energy remaining in the body of the sword finger was tearing his internal organs wildly. If it weren't for the magic protection in the body, his internal organs would have been twisted into paste.

In addition, the large hole in his right chest also caused serious loss of essence and blood. He swallowed two healing pills and sat cross-legged. While suppressing the raging sword energy in his body, he controlled the wound on his right chest to reduce the loss of essence and blood.

Suddenly, two bronze corpses rushed over.

Normally, Wu Ren could destroy these two second-level corpse puppets with just a raise of his hand, but at this time, he was somewhat powerless.

The sudden appearance of the two bronze corpses also attracted Yan Yuyan's attention, and she struggled to get up.

Suddenly a heartbreaking pain hit her, and she fell to the ground again, and could only watch the two corpses approaching.

Fortunately, the two corpse puppets rushed straight towards Wu Ren.

Wu Ren could only mobilize his remaining magic power, and slapped the bronze corpse in front of him with one palm.

"Bang!"

This palm slap hit the head of the bronze corpse, but Wu Ren's injury was too serious. The bronze corpse only had half of his head smashed, but he did not lose his mobility. He grabbed Wu Ren's hand and opened his mouth with only half of his mouth open. Bite it over.

Wu Ren was in pain and was about to take the second palm, when another corpse puppet had already pounced on him.

He opened his mouth wide, exposed his fangs, and bit Wuren's neck.

Wu Ren was horrified. He used his magic power and slapped the second bronze corpse with his other hand.

Before the bronze corpse was photographed, Wu Ren's face suddenly changed and he was horrified.

He continuously mobilized the remaining mana, but failed to suppress the violent sword energy in his body. The sword energy was rushing through his body like a wild beast released from a cage.

In an instant, his internal organs were twisted into a puddle of red sauce by countless sword energies.

...

Seeing that Wu Ren had completely lost his breath, the uninjured corpse got up from Wu Ren's body, with flesh and blood still hanging between his teeth, and turned to look at Yan Yuyan, who was dozens of meters away.

At this time, Yan Yuyan had already struggled to stand up, holding the Yan Ning Sword in her remaining right hand, standing with difficulty.

The bloody face was full of perseverance and unyielding look.

"Roar"

The corpse puppet stepped forward and rushed towards Yan Yuyan.

Before the corpse arrived, he raised his sharp black claws and grabbed at Yan Yuyan's seriously injured left arm.

A thunderous thunder pierced the night sky like a cold light!

The corpse puppet was neatly split in half, with rotten internal organs and black liquid falling everywhere.

Yan Yuyan also fell to the ground again because she lost the support of her long sword.

The corpse puppet with only half of its head looked up at Yan Yuyan on the ground. His face still had a stubborn and unyielding expression, and his eyes were also staring at the corpse puppet dozens of meters away.

As if intimidated by the aura of Yan Yuyan, or frightened by the cold light of Yan Ningjian, the corpse puppet resisted Wu Ren's body and ran away.

...

After a while, Song Wen took Wu Ren's body from the corpse puppet's hand and pulled off the storage ring on his finger.

Inserting his hand into the hole in the corpse's chest, Wu Ren's majestic blood essence poured into Song Wen's body. Song Wen, who was already full of energy and blood, felt a little uncomfortable.

Wu Ren's soul that had not yet left his body also emerged.

"Junior, I didn't expect that it would be you again who killed my direct grandson and dared to kill my physical body."

"If you don't enter the golden elixir, you will always be an ant. The soul of a golden elixir monk is so powerful that you ants can't imagine it."

"I not only want to take away your body, but I also want to imprison your soul and refine the soul lamp so that you can live forever and feel the pain of the burning flames."

Wu Ren's soul, wrapped in powerful soul power, surged toward Song Wen's sea of ​​consciousness like a stormy sea.

Regarding Wu Ren's behavior of throwing himself into a trap, Song Wen curled his lips.

"So much nonsense!"

"How dare you despise me..."

Before Wu Ren finished his harsh words, he felt a terrifying suction coming from Song Wen's body, causing his soul to accelerate towards Song Wen's sea of ​​consciousness.

"How is this going?"

Feeling the powerful and unrivaled suction, Wu Ren's voice was filled with panic.

In an instant, his soul was sucked into Song Wen's sea of ​​consciousness.

An endless black hole, like an abyss of hell, appeared in front of his soul.

Wu Ren's soul became terrified, "What the hell is this? How can there be such a terrifying existence in your sea of ​​consciousness?"

At this moment, Wu Ren's pride and dignity as a strong man in the golden elixir were completely shattered.

"No! Please let go of my soul. I don't want to lose my soul and never be reincarnated."

"All this is not up to you." Song Wen's joking voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In Wu Ren's frightened plea, his soul was swallowed into the black hole and completely disappeared from this world.

...

Song Wen put away the "Qi Condensing and Separating Spirit Formation", recalled all the black armor Gu who were on guard outside, then concentrated his whole body's aura, and let the rolling torrent carry him down the river.

It’s not a good place to stay for a long time!

A dozen breaths ago, Yan Yuyan, who had her injuries temporarily under control, picked up her broken arm and left.

If she recruits the righteous monks, even if she hides under the water and has the "Qi Condensing and Spiritual Array" to isolate her breath, it will not be safe. There is no guarantee that those righteous monks will not go deep into the river and search everywhere.

Song Wen soaked in the river for three days and three nights. He was washed and rolled by the river for days, making Song Wen a little dizzy. But the speed of the water was not very fast. He estimated that it only went down the river for more than a thousand miles.

He carefully released the black armor Gu. After devouring and digesting Wu Ren's soul, his spiritual consciousness advanced to the late stage of foundation building, and the spiritual consciousness detection range expanded to a distance of three miles.

With the help of the black armor Gu, he can detect all movements within a radius of twelve miles. This detection range is no weaker than that of some golden elixir monks.

After making sure there was no danger around, Song Wen stuck his head out of the river.

He climbed up from the river, feeling uncomfortable with the wet clothes on his body. His spiritual power started to work, and a large amount of water vapor came out. In an instant, his clothes became dry.