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

With the Evil Killing Sword Formation, Song Wen was not at ease.

He released the Ghost King, monitored the surrounding movements, and set up the "Four Symbols Formation" in the Blood Refining Cave, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Song Wen looked around, and his eyes finally landed on the deep pit in the center of the cave. He decided to practice in this pit.

He fell into the pit, and the bottom of the pit was dark red, like traces left by being stained with blood for many years.

Song Wen didn't pay attention. He sat cross-legged and took out the jade slip of the second level of the "Concentrating Soul Thorn". He penetrated it with his spiritual sense and began to understand it carefully.

Compared with the first level, the difficulty of the second level of "Concentrating Thorn" is significantly increased.

Practicing the second level of "Spiritual Concentration Thorn" requires the practitioner to mobilize more power of spiritual consciousness and condense the sharp blade of spiritual consciousness. The difficulty is naturally greater, but the power is also more than ten times stronger.

At the same time, the second level also requires monks to split their own spiritual consciousness and condense them into spiritual consciousness blades. Up to three spiritual consciousness blades can be condensed at the same time.

Song Wen concentrated on practicing in the Blood Training Cave, and half a year passed in a flash.

During this period, he took pills several times to replenish his magic power.

Although the "Evil-killing Sword Formation" has not been invaded by resentful spirits and does not consume much mana, it is not completely without consumption. In order to ensure sufficient mana and maintain himself in the best condition, he did not dare to relax at all.

This day.

Song Wen took the Tianling Pill.

The Tianling Pill turned into an invisible force and surged towards Song Wen's sea of ​​consciousness.

With the help of this invisible force, a two-inch transparent sharp blade slowly condensed out from between Song Wen's eyebrows, and then, another transparent sharp blade condensed and formed.

It is Song Wen's current limit to have two sharp blades of spiritual consciousness. If he wants to condense a third sword, he will need at least the strength of spiritual consciousness in the late stage of the golden elixir.

The two sharp blades kept flying around Song Wen, like butterflies, light and agile.

After trying for a while, Song Wen put the two sharp blades into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness blade is condensed by the power of his spiritual consciousness. If he shoots it out, his spiritual consciousness will be lost. In the current crisis-ridden situation, he must save every ounce of strength possible to prepare for emergencies.

Song Wen stood up and looked at the bottom of the pothole under his feet with a strange expression.

A small area in the center of the pit, which was originally dark red, turned bright red, as if something was awakened by the living breath on his body.

He had noticed this anomaly as early as five months ago, and he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

However, in the past few months, the color of this area has become brighter and brighter, turning into a deep red, which is obviously different from other places at the bottom of the pit.

Song Wen pondered for a moment, but did not move rashly. He used his magic power to capture the base of the broken copper furnace.

Observing carefully, he discovered that there was a small hole as big as a pinhead on the base of the copper stove.

If the base is placed in a deep pit, the small hole will be directly opposite the center of the discolored area.

Song Wen's body suddenly became full of corpse energy, and his right hand turned into a dark claw, trying to insert it into the discolored area.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

The corpse energy subsided and he ducked to the entrance of the pit.

Song Wen summoned a flying sword and prepared to use it to cut the bottom of the pit.

After thinking about it, Song Wen still felt that something was wrong.

He continued to retreat, retreating to the entrance of the Blood Refining Cave, ready to put away his sword array and rush out of the Blood Refining Cave at any time.

Then, the ghost king who had been monitoring the movement of the resentful spirits at the entrance moved, and it swept into the deep pit.

The Ghost King holds the ghost sword and starts cutting along the edge of the discolored area.

The danger Song Wen was worried about did not appear.

However, the Ghost King's cutting process was not smooth. The rock at the bottom of the pit was extremely hard and seemed to have been specially treated. It was also engraved with formation patterns. However, it had been a long time and the formation had long since expired.

After spending a whole meal, the Ghost King finally cut off the discolored area.

It held a dark red object and came to Song Wen.

This object is one foot long, wide and thick, and looks somewhat like floor tiles.

The ghost king used his ghost energy to hold the object up, which seemed a little difficult, as if the object was quite heavy.

Song Wen stared at the blood brick for a long time and didn't see anything unusual.

This object does not have any spiritual power fluctuations or any evil aura. It seems to be an ordinary blood-colored stone.

Song Wen reached out and took the blood brick from the ghost king's hand.

His arm suddenly sank down and he almost failed to catch it.

The weight of the blood brick was beyond his imagination, no less than tens of thousands of kilograms.

If this thing could be refined into a magic weapon, just throwing it at it would be enough to kill a foundation-building monk.

Immediately afterwards, Song Wen looked shocked and hurriedly threw the blood brick out.

Just now, the moment he caught the blood brick, he felt a powerful flow of blood essence pouring into his body.

That feeling was no different from what he felt when he was devouring other people's essence and blood.

Song Wen hurriedly mobilized his spiritual consciousness and looked inward at himself.

After a while, Song Wen looked calmer.

Except for the increased blood energy, there was nothing else strange in his body.

"Could this thing be smelted from countless blood essences?"

Song Wen muttered to himself as he looked at the bloody bricks that were thrown several feet away.

The blood essence and blood that Song Wen had just swallowed was equivalent to the entire blood essence and blood of a foundation-building monk, but to the blood brick, this amount of blood essence and blood seemed insignificant, and the blood brick did not change at all.

"How could someone refine such a weird blood brick?" Song Wen was puzzled.

Reminiscent of the fact that this place is called Hades Mountain, it is probably closely related to the Hades Temple. It is very likely that it is a station of the Hades Temple in the Sea of ​​Discord.

The Hades Temple is affiliated with the Divine Blood Sect.

Song Wen couldn't help but be a little surprised at how powerful the Divine Blood Sect was back then.

Why did such a powerful force disappear without a trace in tens of thousands of years?

After confirming that the blood brick was not dangerous, Song Wen put the blood brick into the storage ring without using any utensils to contain it.

The aura of the blood brick was completely restrained, and no trace of blood energy leaked out. This allowed it to be preserved intact over the long years without slow loss.

It was precisely because of this that the monks from the Xing family failed to discover its existence.

Although Song Wen doesn't know what the purpose of this item is yet, at least he will not be short of blood essence for a long time in the future, and he can even choose to sell the blood essence in exchange for a large amount of spiritual stones.

Song Wen collected the Ghost King into the Yinhun Banner and came to the passage of the Blood Refining Cave.

Two balls of lightning light up in each hand, ready to go and ready for battle.

Song Wen suddenly put away the "Evil-killing Sword Formation".

What surprised him was that there was only one vengeful spirit in the passage, and no other vengeful spirits appeared.

This resentful spirit is several feet tall, has a huge body, and has the strength of late third level.

It has a huge bull head with eyes as red as blood; its humanoid body is covered with scales; and a pair of huge bird wings grow on its back.

It was crawling in the relatively narrow passage. When the thunderball that had blocked it for a long time disappeared, it was not very smart and swooped towards Song Wen without hesitation.