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

Seeing that many casual cultivators were chasing Su Yi, Jing Lu felt filled with resentment and helplessness. He turned to stare at Su Jingtong and gritted his teeth.

"What a plan!"

"But it can only solve the temporary crisis. The Su family cannot keep the red blood spiritual crystal mine."

Su Jingtong glanced at Jing Lu and did not refute. He turned to the remaining four Su family monks.

"Walk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up with his sword and fled in the direction away from San Xiu.

The four of them also accompanied them with swords.

Jing Lu knew that he was no match for the five of them, so he didn't dare to stop them. He could only watch as Su Jingtong and the five of them escaped.

As soon as Su Jingtong and the other five left, the entire Red Blood Spirit Crystal Mining Area became an undefended place.

Jing Lu will vent his anger on the miners in the mining area.

Five miles south of the courtyard, there is a mountain col with tens of thousands of low shacks.

The shacks are crowded together and messy, with sewage flowing across them, garbage strewn everywhere, and the stench filling the sky, like a giant garbage dump.

At this time, it was late at night, and the mining slaves were sleeping in the shacks.

But the battle between the two sides just now had already awakened them.

They walked out of the shack and saw the earth shaking caused by the battle between the two sides. Some of the mine slaves fled in panic; some of them were numb and their eyes were dull, like soulless bodies, neither running away nor hiding. Like the walking dead, for them, death may be a relief.

These mining slaves were all mortals enslaved by the Su family. They were defenseless against Jing Lu's attack.

The ghost will rush into the shack where the mining slaves live and start killing wantonly.

The ghostly energy was like a ferocious and roaring evil dragon, sweeping away in all directions. Wherever it passed, the mine slaves fell in pieces like wheat straw cut by a sickle.

Once a mortal dies, his soul will automatically leave the body.

The ghost will draw its bow from left to right, capture each soul in its hand, and stuff it into its mouth continuously, as if it is eating delicious food, feasting on it.

There are hundreds of thousands of slaves in the entire mining area. It is easy for the ghost to kill people, but the number of souls actually eaten by it is not many, only thousands.

Under normal circumstances, after death, the soul will automatically dissipate into the world and go to an unknown place.

But as a ghost cultivator, Jing Lu would never let go of the soul he got.

He stood in mid-air, controlling a dark ghost flag. The ghost flag followed behind the ghost general, passing over the corpse of the mine slave, and forcibly captured the soul.

"How is this going?"

Jing Lu's expression suddenly became suspicious.

That black ghost flag is a soul-binding flag. Although it is only a high-grade magic weapon, it should be easy to capture the souls of these mortals.

But for some unknown reason, most of the souls of the corpses disappeared inexplicably and disappeared without a trace.

...

At this time, the casual cultivators who were chasing Su Yi had succeeded.

Su Yi was unable to fight back when pursued by more than a dozen monks of the same realm.

The casual cultivators got the storage ring in Su Yi's hand and found that there were only ten thousand red blood spiritual crystals in it, and not a single red blood crystal marrow was seen.

They couldn't help being a little angry, and beat Su Yi's body into a pile of minced meat, and his soul was beaten to pieces by the scholar's soul-eating cone.

Although he did not get the windfall, he successfully obtained the 10,000 red-blooded spiritual crystals planned.

These casual cultivators took the storage rings and began to return to the mining area.

All this was clearly investigated by Song Wen, who was hiding in the cave.

The Su family's Red Blood Spirit Crystal Mine was breached, resulting in heavy losses and the death of three foundation-building monks. This was good news for Song Wen.

As long as it can weaken the strength of the Su family, Song Wen is happy to see it happen.

But Song Wen did not participate in the entire scene, and he felt as if his trip was in vain.

...

A place twenty miles away from the Red Blood Spirit Crystal Mine.

At the foot of a high mountain.

Su Jing and the other five members of the Su family are gathering their aura and hiding here.

"Third Elder, are you going to let those evil heretics plunder the crystal mines and destroy our Su family's industry? That is the most important industry of our Su family!"

"Don't we ask the family for help and kill all these evil cultivators?"

Su Jingtong shook his head.

"It is inconvenient for our ancestors to take action now. All the family can send are foundation-building cultivators. By the time they arrive, those calamity cultivators will have already fled."

"Are we going to let those evil heretics go like this?" The Su family monk asked unwillingly.

A cruel smile appeared on Su Jingtong's lips.

"It's not that easy! If you offend our Su family, you will naturally have to pay a heavy price."

"When I left, I unlocked the seal of the underground ghost king in the mining area."

The expressions of the other four people changed drastically when they heard this.

"Third Elder, that was the Ghost King that the ancestor tried his best to seal thirty years ago."

"When the Ghost King is born, I'm afraid the entire mining area will be destroyed."

"Those casual cultivators will leave immediately after looting. As long as we capture the mining slaves, the mining area can be rebuilt again."

"The mining area was destroyed, and the difficulty of reconstruction has increased several times."

Su Jingtong's face was calm,

"Do you know why our ancestors spent so much time sealing the Ghost King back then instead of killing him?"

"Isn't it like the rumors from the outside world that the ancestor was not powerful enough to kill the Ghost King, so he sealed it?" A member of the Su family asked with a confused look on his face.

Su Jingtong sneered.

"Of course not. Since we can capture the Ghost King alive and seal it, why can't we kill it? A mere Ghost King is not an immortal thing."

"The ancestor fought against the Ghost King back then, but the Ghost King was defeated. As a result, the Ghost King's soul body was severely damaged, and even the soul pill was broken. The Ghost King's cultivation level is incomparable."

"The ancestor captured him, sealed him deep underground in the Red Blood Spirit Crystal Mine, and set up a large ghost formation. In order to allow him to absorb the resentment emanating from the mine slaves all the time, and to devour the dead mine slaves His soul helps the Ghost King repair his soul body and reforge his soul elixir."

"Once the Ghost King recovers his strength and subdues him, our Su family will have another third-level warrior."

"But I don't know why. Maybe the ghost king injured his foundation back then, or maybe the ancestor was not proficient in controlling ghosts. Thirty years later, this ghost king has only recovered its soul body. The broken soul pill has never been able to It has been repaired. It can only be regarded as a pseudo third-order ghost king."

The so-called soul elixir is similar to the golden elixir of human monks, the demon elixir of monsters, and the corpse elixir of zombies. It is something that only the third-level ghost king can condense.

When the four Su family monks heard this, they all looked shocked. This was completely different from what they had heard before.

"Even a fake third-level ghost king is enough to turn the mining area upside down." One person said worriedly.

Su Jingtong said confidently.

"Don't worry, our ancestors have all the plans. How could they be unprepared? As early as thirty years ago, our ancestors had already thought of a countermeasure."

As he spoke, a small black flag appeared in Su Jingtong's hand.

"This flag is the core of the sealing formation, and it is also a ghost-controlling banner. As long as the Ghost King is introduced into the formation, and then you cooperate with me to drive the formation, it can be included in the ghost-controlling banner."

"This ghost has been sealed underground for many years, and has been absorbing grievances all year round. When the seal is first broken, the grievances will be soaring. It is just in time to use these tribulations to repair the sacrificial flag to eliminate its grievances."

"When the resentment on the Ghost King dissipates, we can reap the benefits."