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

Song Wen traveled for more than hundreds of miles without encountering a single monk. Even the surrounding environment and the underground river did not change much. It seemed that this underground river had no end.

Suddenly.

On the rock wall on the left, a hole as high as a person appeared.

There are obvious traces of artificial excavation at the entrance of this cave.

Judging from the traces, this cave entrance has been dug for many years.

Song Wen stopped and searched carefully near the entrance of the cave, finding the traces left by the Holy Armor Gu.

Entering the entrance of the cave, after walking for a long time, another underground river appeared in front of Song Wen.

Compared with the previous underground river, this underground river is much smaller, and the water flow is more gentle.

As soon as he walked out of the passage, Song Wen noticed that there was a vague figure moving a few hundred meters downstream of the river.

Song Wen hurriedly asked Holy Armor Gu to sneak over secretly.

The other party also discovered Song Wen, but he was not as cautious as Song Wen, at least on the surface.

The other party spoke directly and announced his home address.

"Donor, this poor monk is Jiehui of Hunyuan Temple. I dare to ask the name of the benefactor."

This person turned out to be Jie Hui.

As he spoke, he walked directly towards Song Wen.

The speed is neither fast nor slow, as if he is not worried at all that the sudden appearance of strangers will pose a threat to him.

In addition, he took the initiative to expose his roots.

It feels extremely candid.

If Song Wen hadn't known about this person's behavior, it would have been easy for him to be deceived by his fake appearance of sincerity. thereby weakening defenses.

At this time, the Holy Armor Gu, who went to investigate, received news that there was no trace of Jie Wu and Jie Se around.

In other words, Jie Hui is alone!

For some unknown reason, the three of them separated.

Song Wen couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Jiehui might have a more detailed map and ten thousand years of spiritual liquid on his body.

When Jiehui approached a hundred meters away, his spiritual consciousness swept over Song Wen.

After discovering Song Wen's identity, Jiehui's eyes lit up.

Song Wen has a ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid in his body.

The only trouble is that the evil Buddhist Taoism he practices will be restrained by Song Wen's thunder method.

However, he was confident that it would not be a problem to deal with a Leifa monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

He didn't know yet about Song Wen's killing of Wang Ming and Leng Tianlu.

Therefore, in his understanding, Song Wen is just a person with good talent in thunder magic.

"It turns out that you are the benefactor of the Beast Control Sect. I remember Rong Jingyun of your sect mentioned that your name is 'Wu Sheng'."

"Donor Wu Sheng, please hand over the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Liquid! The poor monk can give you a good time. Otherwise, the poor monk will have to slay demons and let you try the taste of the soul-eating ghost."

Before he finished speaking, Jie Hui's kind face suddenly turned sinister.

Although he kept saying that Song Wen should hand over the ten thousand years of spiritual fluid. But the movements of his hands showed no intention of sparing Song Wen's life.

He held the human skin tambourine with one hand and tapped it lightly with the other hand.

He knew very well that ghosts would be restrained by lightning, so he simply didn't summon the ghosts.

Song Wen felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes.

Space gradually distorts and deforms, and time and space transform.

A thousand-meter-high mountain appeared in front of us.

There are eighteen tentacles growing on the mountain, and they are showing their teeth and claws.

It is the appearance of Xuesui, the sacred beast protecting the sect of the Beast Control Sect.

Song Wenzheng was located at the foot of a high mountain, with eighteen thick tentacles covering the sky and the sun, shrouding him down.

Hallucination!

Song Wen understood clearly in his heart.

Although he knew that the scene in front of him was an illusion, this illusion was too real. Song Wen could even clearly feel that when the tentacles danced, the hurricane brought by them scraped against his skin, causing a burst of pain.

A fear originating from human instinct arises in the bottom of my heart.

Fear was like a cold poisonous snake, tightly binding him, trying to imprison him, unable to resist.

"So what about the guardian beast! It's just a man-eating monster."

"You want me to be captured without any help, it's just wishful thinking!"

"The Great Hole Divine Thunder, destroy it!"

A bolt of thunder appeared in the sky, like the wrath of a god, tearing apart the silence of the underground river.

Thunder shines, destroying all evil in the world.

The blood-year-old phantom was as fragile as the struck glass, turning into countless tiny fragments and floating in the air.

Song Wen's vision returned to normal instantly.

I saw a pale white bone knife shooting towards Song Wen's eyebrows.

A large bronze mouth suddenly appeared on Song Wen's body.

The bone knife stabbed the bronze bell.

The copper bell shines with green light.

Blocked the bone knife.

The huge impact caused Song Wen to take several steps back.

A flash of surprise flashed in Jiehui's eyes.

He secretly attacked a monk in the middle stage of foundation building and failed.

The other party not only practiced thunder magic, but was also an accomplished monk in body training.

"I want to see how strong your thunder method is and whether it can defeat the endless filthy energy."

Jiehui felt cruel in his heart.

Open your mouth and spit.

A large amount of black stench poured out.

Like a torrent of filthy odor, it washed away towards Song Wen.

Jie Hui originally thought that Song Wen would activate the thunder method to forcibly dispel these filthy odors from heaven and earth.

But Song Wen looked at the filth that swept over him, but remained unmoved, as if he didn't care at all.

Jie Hui couldn't help but be shocked and doubtful.

Ordinary righteous monks, when faced with foul odors, will put up a spiritual shield to resist the intrusion of foul odors, even if they do not try to dispel the foul odors.

If a righteous monk is exposed to a large amount of filthy air, his spiritual power will be contaminated, causing the spiritual power to not function smoothly, and his strength will be seriously affected.

Song Wen, however, remained motionless, letting the foul smell wash over his body without showing any discomfort at all. It was just that the stench of the filthy gas made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Under Jiehui's shocked gaze, Song Wen's aura of righteousness began to converge, and a strong aura of corpse evil swept out.

Song Wen's body quickly shriveled up and turned into a corpse.

In an instant, it turned into a zombie with fangs and claws.

"Demon corpse cultivator!"

Jiehui's eyes widened in disbelief.

How could someone practice the righteous and demonic methods at the same time!

No wonder the other party is not afraid of filthy air. How can a demonic monk be afraid of filthy air?

They use the filthy energy to practice.

Jie Hui's horror didn't stop there.

Two figures exuding terrifying coercion appeared next to Song Wen, one on the left and one on the right.

On the left is a corpse puppet with overwhelming corpse energy.

On the right is the ghostly King of Ghosts.

"Pseudo-third-level silver corpse and ghost king!"

Jiehui looked frightened and unbelievable.

His figure quickly fled towards the back.

"Jie Jie Jie...Isn't it too late to think about escaping now?"

Song Wen's face was full of bloodthirsty expression.

This was the first time since he escaped from the Corpse Demon Sect that he revealed himself as the "Corpse King's Blood Alchemy".

Just now, Holy Armor Gu has explored the area ten miles away.

There are no monks around!

The secret realm is isolated from the outside world and contains a lot of filthy air, which helps him cover up his aura.

He can do whatever he wants.

As soon as Jie Hui escaped a hundred meters away, he was chased by the Ghost King who flew from the sky.

The Ghost King kicked Jiehui in the chest.

Jiehui opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of filthy air, condensing a shield in front of him.

However, the mere filthy energy and the condensed shield could not withstand the full blow of the pseudo third-order ghost king.

The shield of foul energy was destroyed by one blow.

It turned into a fishy smell and spread out.