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

The armored ghost king burst out of the banner and roared towards Su Jingtong in mid-air.

Su Jingtong's eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to delay at all, and hurriedly activated the black flag again.

The small flag turned into a height of ten feet and fell straight into the deep pit in the center of the courtyard below.

At the same time, Su Jingtong also fell quickly to avoid the armored ghost's attack.

He kept pinching the magic formula in his hand.

The other four members of the Su family also made their own magic tricks and fought in the formation.

Suddenly, the entire courtyard burst into bursts of blood.

The blood light gradually grew stronger, dyeing the dark night sky blood red.

The armored ghost king who was rushing toward Su Jingtong suddenly felt a force as heavy as Mount Tai descending on his body.

The armored ghost king's speed suddenly slowed down greatly, and his movements suddenly became sluggish.

The bloody eyes exposed through the gap in the helmet suddenly burst out with endless hatred.

This feeling is all too familiar to it. It has been suppressed by this force in the dark and empty ground for thirty years.

Unwilling to wait for capture, the armored ghost king wielded the giant sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, like a turbid wave emptying out, with the intention of resisting the power of the formation.

However, this formation is not something that only those with pseudo-third-level strength can withstand. No matter how it activates the ghost energy, it is difficult to escape from the control of the formation. It is gradually pulled into a deep pit and falls to the depths of the ground. .

Su Jingtong's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly changed the magic formula in his hand.

Shout "Seal!"

Deep in the cave, there is a small platform with a ten-foot-tall ghost flag inserted in the center of the platform.

In an instant, a blood-red transparent barrier suddenly lit up on the platform, covering the entire platform, and the Armored Ghost King was also sealed within it.

Su Jingtong relaxed, walked to the edge of the cave entrance, and looked down.

The armored ghost was constantly hitting the blood-colored barrier, but was unable to shake it at all.

The other four members of the Su family also breathed a long sigh of relief. They mobilized their movements and were about to gather into the pit, but they were blocked by Su Jingtong's words.

"In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, it is better for us to work together and collect this ghost into the ghost banner."

"You continue to activate the formation and help me."

All five people sat cross-legged and continued to perform the magic formula.

In the pit.

The ghost flag's bloody light shines brightly, and a terrifying suction force comes from the ghost flag, dragging the armored ghost king and sucking it into the flag.

The armored ghost king kept waving the ghost sword in his hand. The black sword energy condensed from the ghost energy was as sharp as a rainbow, like a violent wind and waves. It was slashing out continuously, trying to cut off the blood light and cut off the ghost flags.

In an instant, on the small platform, blood and dark ghostly energy intertwined, and the fight was inextricable.

As time passed, the armored ghost king's resistance gradually became weaker.

The five members of the Su family also looked pale, and their spiritual energy was severely depleted.

The armored ghost king finally couldn't resist and was taken in by the ghost banner.

"call!"

When the job was done, Su Jingtong, who had been holding his breath, couldn't help but relax.

The spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted, and he kept pinching the magic formula just now, which gave him the illusion that his fingers were cramping.

However, it's all worth it!

Now that the Ghost King has been included in the Ghost Banner, as long as he spends some time to completely refine the Ghost King, he can control this pseudo-third-level Ghost King like an arm.

The ancestor is approaching his end of life, and the Su family is in turmoil. The patriarch, Su Anping, and the eldest elder, Su Wenshi, are fighting openly and secretly for power.

As the third elder of the Su family, his cultivation and status are inferior to the two of them, so naturally he has no qualifications to compete with them.

But things are different now.

With the help of this pseudo-third-level ghost king, he became the strongest fighting force in the Su family besides his ancestor, and he was qualified to compete with the two of them.

It’s not in vain that he has been guarding the Red Blood Spirit Crystal Mine for decades.

This is also the reason why he has never asked the Su family for help. He wants to dominate the pseudo third-order ghost king.

Su Jingtong looked happy, as if he saw the Su family prospering under his control.

In an instant, his face suddenly turned ugly.

A biting wind blew from behind.

Turning around, he saw that it was Jing Lu's late second-level ghost general, who was no longer a hundred meters away from him.

Jing Lu followed the ghost general with his flying sword, and also came from the air to kill him.

Su Jingtong was horrified that Jing Lu was not dead or escaping, but had been hiding in the dark.

He currently has less than 10% spiritual power in his body, and the other four Su family members are even worse. There is almost no spiritual power left. The pseudo-third-level ghost king he just collected has not yet been refined and cannot be used for the time being.

Seems to be in dire straits.

Su Jingtong gritted his teeth and activated the little spiritual power left in his body. The flying sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon, flashed with faint light, streaking through the night sky like a meteor, heading straight towards the ghost general.

He himself stepped on a flying sword and immediately escaped with the sword.

The other four Su family members also dispersed one after another.

They knew that Jing Lu was coming for Su Jingtong. As long as they stayed away from Su Jingtong, Jing Lu would not be distracted from dealing with them.

These four people did not wield swords, but directly used their body skills to hide in the darkness behind them.

"Su Jingtong, you can't escape, obediently hand over the top-quality spiritual weapon Ghost Flag and the pseudo-third-level Ghost King, and I will spare your life!"

Jing Lu shouted proudly.

Due to Su Jingtong's lack of spiritual power, he could not fully exert the power of the flying sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon. The flying sword was easily blocked by Jing Lu's ghost general.

In Jing Lu's view, Su Jingtong was already in a fight between trapped beasts, and the top-notch spiritual weapon Ghost Flag and the pseudo-third-level ghost king were already within his grasp.

Su Jingtong looked back at Jing Lu, who was chasing him further and further away, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

"My stay in the Scarlet Blood Mine over the past few decades has not been in vain. A large number of mine slaves die every year. Before the Ghost King sealed it, the heavy resentment of the mine slaves was not wasted."

As he spoke, a white skull suddenly appeared in his hand.

The resentment on the skull is soaring, and the yin energy is overwhelming and extremely unstable. It seems that it will spurt out at any time, turning the surrounding area into a dark and dark land.

Su Jingtong threw the skull hard.

The skull arrived not far in front of Jing Lu in an instant.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The skull suddenly exploded, and boundless resentment and countless ghosts quickly swept out, like a black hurricane, sweeping towards Jing Lu and his ghost generals.

Jing Lu's expression changed greatly. He did not expect that Su Jingtong would use the souls and resentments of countless mining slaves to refine such a vicious one-time treasure.

He hurriedly drove the ghost general towards the hurricane of resentment, while he turned around and fled with his sword.

The black hurricane roared past, and the ghost general was instantly swallowed into it. Jinglu also failed to escape smoothly and was also involved.

The hurricane was like a knife, instantly tearing Jing Lu's body-protecting spiritual power into pieces, and then tore into his physical body.

"puff!"

Jing Lu spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Then, it was swept away by the hurricane and blown into the distance.

The black hurricane came and went quickly, and dissipated after a moment, leaving only countless resentments that filled the sky within a dozen miles, covering the bright moon and stars in the sky.

It was as if the mine slaves who died tragically told this world about their tragic and unfair lives.