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

Feeling the old poisonous ghost's dry and rough palms rubbing all over his body, and the constant attacks on his chest, the phantom poison that Xing Xinxin had finally suppressed showed signs of rising again at this moment.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, indescribable images appeared uncontrollably.

Her eyes began to become blurry and her consciousness began to sink.

Du Laogui suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to meet Xing Xinxin's red lips.

A thin and ugly face, with yellowed and blackened teeth, caught Xing Xinxin's eyes.

The poisonous old ghost spewed out a stench from his mouth and poured into Xing Xinxin's mouth and nose.

"vomit!"

Xing Xinxin's abdomen was churning, and she felt a sense of nausea!

She suppressed the desires in her heart and kept her brain clear.

"puff!"

Xing Xinxin's right hand suddenly turned into a skinny claw and pierced Du Laogui's chest.

The pupils of the poisonous old ghost's eyes tightened, his lust disappeared, and his eyes were full of pain and disbelief.

He glanced at the sharp claw that pierced his heart, his eyes slowly lost focus, and he gradually lost his breath.

He played with poison all his life and killed countless monks and mortals with poison. In the end, he died from the phantom medicine he cultivated.

Xing Xinxin pushed Du Laogui's body away and stood up.

She slammed the heart she held in her right hand to the ground.

Then, she arranged her messy clothes to cover the exposed spring scenery.

Song Wen on the side looked disappointed.

He originally thought he could see a good show, but he didn't expect that the show would end halfway before getting to the main point.

"You seem to be very disappointed. When you see an innocent and weak woman being defiled by villains, shouldn't you step forward and lend a helping hand?" Xing Xinxin said in a mocking tone.

Song Wen curled his lips in disdain and sneered: "Where did this weak woman come from? She is obviously a cruel and vicious woman."

Xing Xinxin glared at Song Wen fiercely. "I don't have the skills you want, what are you going to do with me?"

"nature..."

Before Song Wen could say anything, a yellow talisman appeared in Xing Xinxin's hand.

The talisman suddenly shattered.

A transparent sharp blade shot out and headed straight for Song Wen's eyebrows.

The sharp blade is invisible and has no quality!

It is invisible to the naked eye and can only be perceived by spiritual consciousness.

Spiritual consciousness attack!

Song Wen's expression turned cold. He had long expected that Xing Xinxin had something to protect his life, so he never took action rashly.

But he never expected that it was actually a talisman, and it was a talisman for spiritual attack.

This sharp blade of spiritual consciousness contains extremely majestic power of spiritual consciousness, and no cultivator at the Golden Core Stage would dare to take it lightly.

Without soul-type magic weapons to protect the sea of ​​consciousness, or spiritual consciousness-type defense spells, most golden elixir monks would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.

After noticing that it was a spiritual attack, Song Wen simply gave up resistance.

Ordinary magic weapons and spells cannot block spiritual attacks at all, and can only be blocked by the sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Wen has a black hole in the sea of ​​consciousness, so there is no need to fear attacks from spiritual consciousness.

If the black hole in the sea of ​​consciousness cannot stop it, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is given to him, it may be difficult for him to accept it.

Song Wen's figure suddenly swayed, and a sharp pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the sharp blade of spiritual consciousness was swallowed by the black hole in the sea of ​​consciousness, the majestic soul power contained in it far exceeded the strength of Song Wen's spiritual consciousness, and had a violent impact on his sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Wen shook his head, as if he wanted to drive away the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But the truth is, it's useless.

"Miss Xing, are there any other methods?" Song Wen gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Xing Xinxin's expression was stiff, frightened and uneasy.

The yellow talisman is called the Soul-Zhanping Talisman. It is a Nascent Soul monk from the Xing family who has practiced the third level of the "Concentrating Soul Thorn". He has sealed the power of the "Concentrating Soul Thorn" in the talisman.

The refining of this talisman is extremely difficult.

Moreover, the power that the talisman seal can exert is far less than a strike struck by the refiner himself.

Even so, the vast majority of Jindan cultivators would never be able to withstand the power of the talisman.

Xing Xin Xingui is the legitimate daughter of Xing Gaohan, the strongest monk in the Xing family, so she can get a soul-killing talisman for life-saving purposes.

"How could you be unscathed!" Xing Xinxin looked panicked and her voice was trembling.

The reason why she dared to talk to Song Wen before was because of the Soul-Zhanping Talisman.

Now that the Zhanpou Talisman has been used, Song Wen is unscathed.

"If you honestly hand over the "Concentrating Thorn" technique, I can give you a happy time and give your soul a chance to be reincarnated."

Xing Xinxin turned pale when she heard that Song Wen was not going to let her leave alive.

"I reiterate once again that I have never practiced "Concentrating Soul Thorn". If you let me go back, I will definitely offer the full set of "Concentrating Soul Thorn" skills with both hands."

"Let you go back? Miss Xing, do you think I am a fool? As for whether you have practiced the "Concentrating Thorn" or not, I will find out once I find out."

Song Wen suddenly turned into an afterimage, and his right hand turned into a claw, grabbing Xing Xinxin's head.

"What do you want to do?"

Xing Xinxin looked horrified, and immediately activated the "Corpse King's Blood Training" to transform into a thousand-year-old mummy and make a last-ditch effort.

However, she is no match for Song Wen.

Whether it was the top-quality spiritual weapon she activated or the sharp claw she suddenly shot out, Song Wen easily caught it.

Song Wen pressed his palm on Xing Xinxin's head, and the majestic power of spiritual consciousness rushed into Xing Xinxin's sea of ​​consciousness like a rushing torrent, instantly engulfing her consciousness.

Xing Xinxin's resistance suddenly stopped and fell into a coma.

After a while, the soul search ended.

What disappoints Song Wen is that, as Xing Xinxin said, she really has never practiced "Concentrating Thorn".

Most of Xing Xinxin's memories are about cultivation and some things about the Xing family.

The only thing that interests Song Wen is that there has been a long-standing grudge between Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin.

Song Wen frowned and thought for a moment, then thought to himself.

"Maybe I can take advantage of the hatred between Chief Xing and Xing Xinxin! Lead Chief Xing here, and then..."

Song Wen took off Xing Xinxin's storage ring and made sure there were no tracking marks in the storage ring or on her body.

He took out the spirit-binding rope and planned to tie Xing Xinxin up.

Unexpectedly, before he could take action, Xing Xinxin suddenly woke up.

Song Wenzheng was about to knock him out again, but found that Xing Xinxin's eyes were full of confusion, as if he had lost all his memory and became a little stupid.

"Who are you?"

Xing Xinxin stared at Song Wen, his expression revealing deep confusion and uneasiness.

"This is where?"

"Ah...what a scary bug."

She caught a glimpse of the remains of a centipede.

Xing Xinxin suddenly got up from the ground, trembling all over.

"Is this a soul-searching technique that hurts the soul?"

Song Wen frowned and muttered to himself.