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

The magic power produced by the "Corpse King's Blood Cultivation" and "Immortality Kung Fu" have the same origin as the "Corpse King's Reincarnation Technique".

The conversion of techniques is extremely smooth.

At the moment when the "Corpse King Reincarnation Technique" was activated, the two mana vortices in the Dantian were mobilized at the same time.

The two keep getting closer.

Two vortices running in opposite directions collided suddenly.

However, when the two collided, there was no oscillation in the Dantian, and the two began to merge smoothly.

Several days passed.

The two mana vortices are completely integrated into one, regardless of each other.

Song Wen opened his mouth slightly and swallowed a golden elixir into his belly.

The essence of heaven and earth contained in the golden elixir flows into the Dantian.

In the newly fused mana vortex, a sesame-sized golden bean ball condensed out.

This is the prototype of the golden elixir.

Under the operation of the "Corpse King Reincarnation Technique", the golden bean pill began to absorb the magic power in the Dantian.

Every time the magic power circulates in the body, the golden bean ball becomes stronger.

Gradually, bursts of golden light appeared all over Song Wen's body, like a golden immortal descending from the earth.

The golden light gradually grew stronger, illuminating the entire cave with a golden glow.

In the cave, the spirit gathering array continuously extracts the spiritual energy from the high-grade spiritual stones, and the pure spiritual energy permeates the entire cave.

Song Wenjing swallowed the spiritual energy around him, and the spiritual energy was refined into mana by the "Corpse King's Reincarnation Technique" and flowed into his Dantian.

A few months later, a golden pill condensed out, spinning continuously.

The golden elixir is like the rising sun, illuminating the entire Dantian.

The majestic magic power flows out of the golden elixir, flowing through Song Wen's whole body's meridians and limbs.

Under the tempering of magic power, Song Wen's physical body gradually began to strengthen.

Song Wen's appearance kept changing back and forth between a thousand-year-old corpse and a living person.

Finally, he transformed into a strange image of an old corpse on the left and a living person on the right.

The rhythm of life and the lament of death appeared in him at the same time.

suddenly.

Song Wen felt that in the dark, a mysterious and powerful aura came quietly, like the power of heaven, irresistible.

Suddenly, the whole world began to distort.

A flower blooms before my eyes,

Heaven and earth change.

In an instant, he found himself in an empty void.

Around him, hundreds of thousands of people stood densely packed.

Among these people, there are men and women, old and young.

They all described themselves as ashen, with miserable faces and lifeless faces, like standing corpses.

These people stared at Song Wen with a pair of dead eyes.

In their eyes, there was sorrow, sadness, hatred, and killing.

So many people gathered together but not a single sound was made.

Not even the sound of breathing.

Song Wen could only hear the beating of his own heart.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

At this moment, Song Wen seemed to have forgotten that he was a monk and everything about cultivation.

A creepy feeling of depression arose in his heart.

It was like a heavy weight, weighing him down so much that it was extremely difficult for him to breathe.

He wanted to roar, to break the soundless silence, but found that his throat seemed to be locked, unable to make a sound.

People from all directions began to move towards Song Wen slowly.

Like four human walls, squeezing towards Song Wen.

There were so many people, so crowded together.

These people are very fragile.

Some people had their heads squeezed off, some people had their arms squeezed off, and some people had their legs squeezed off.

The stumps were scattered all over the floor.

Immediately afterwards, they were trampled by those who came after them, turning them into minced meat and blood.

Such a horrifying scene made Song Wen's forehead drip with cold sweat and his body trembled involuntarily.

He wanted to escape, but he was surrounded by people and had nowhere to escape.

I want to resist, but I am powerless.

Song Wen felt so small, and deep helplessness and fear filled his heart.

A feeling of despair began to spread.

He felt that his soul was being swallowed up bit by bit by despair, and his sanity was gradually collapsing.

He is like a lamb waiting for the slaughter, waiting for the final judgment of fate.

Lamb to the slaughter?

An inexplicable feeling of familiarity suddenly arose in Song Wen's heart.

But his memory seemed to have been sealed. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember where this feeling of familiarity came from.

The crowd was getting closer and closer. Among them were the fallen heads and limbs, the crushed bodies, and the internal organs scattered on the ground.

Song Wen suddenly realized where the familiarity of "Lamb to the Slaughter" came from.

It was the corpses that were placed on the autopsy table.

On the corpse-carrying table, Song Wen was like the butcher selling meat, and the corpse was a lamb waiting for a price.

The lamb was slaughtered by Song Wen's butcher, and the blood was separated from the meat, and the meat was separated from the bone.

Song Wen suddenly laughed.

The smile was ferocious and twisted, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled by an indescribable force, as if they were about to be torn to the base of his ears. His teeth were exposed and looked very white.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the laughter of a demon coming from the depths of hell, which made people's hair stand on end. His expression was distorted, as if all his muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

There was a crazy light shining in his eyes, and his pupils dilated, as if he wanted to swallow the whole world in.

His smile was full of cruelty and madness, like a demon that had broken out of hell and wanted to devour anyone.

“It turns out this is the so-called ‘heart tribulation’.”

"You, a group of dead people, a group of dead people who were dismembered by me, still want to prevent me from condensing the golden elixir. It is simply delusional."

"Hahaha..."

"Since you appear in my heart tribulation, let me give you another ride."

Song Wen still couldn't feel any magic power or cultivation in his body. He was still like a mortal, but he had no fear in his heart.

He is like an indomitable battlefield warrior. Even if he is alone and facing the enemy's thousands of troops, he still has no fear, moves forward bravely, and launches a fierce charge against the enemy.

Use your own power to attack hundreds of thousands of enemies.

"boom!"

Song Wen bumped into a dead body.

The dead body seemed to be spliced ​​together, extremely fragile, with limbs separated, heads thrown away, and bodies exploded.

Bright red blood and smelly internal organs stained Song Wen's body.

Song Wen was like a bloodthirsty demon awakened by blood, with hysterical madness on his face.

He was like a murderous god, running rampant among the many corpses, as if he was entering a deserted land.

Bright red blood flowers bloomed in the sky.

The bodies of the dead bodies exploded.

The remaining limbs and internal organs fell to the ground, and blood flowed horizontally.

"Death! Everyone must die!"

"Hahaha..."

Song Wen's crazy laughter resounded throughout the void space.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting. His whole body was soaked in blood, and his clothes were covered with a thick layer of blood.

He was exhausted, his whole body ached, and his breathing was heavy, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

His muscles seemed to have turned into cotton, unable to support his body, and even standing became extremely difficult.