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

On the side of the bronze corpse, the killing continued, but another group of monks saw hope of escape.

In addition, the forty-odd monks hiding in the darkness also appeared one after another and rushed towards the exit.

Xueyao and the five others rushed to the exit first, looking back at the monks rushing from all directions, Xueyao said with a strange smile.

"Create some trouble for these cheap guys."

The other four people's eyes lit up when they heard this.

They each took out a jade bottle and opened it. A thick blood-red mist suddenly emerged from the jade bottle.

This blood-red mist contains highly toxic substances, and when the branches of big trees are contaminated, the big trees quickly wither, and the green leaves instantly become rotten and charred, and fall to the ground.

Blood-red mist instantly enveloped the area a hundred meters in front of the exit, and was blown into the distance by the breeze.

"It's poison, everyone, be careful, even a ninth-level qi-training monk will be in trouble if he gets it!" Someone recognized the poisonous mist and exclaimed.

When the monks who were running towards the exit saw this, they all gnashed their teeth in hatred.

At this time, the bronze corpse had torn the hands of eleven people. There was no one around it, and all the other monks had fled. At this moment, the bronze corpse was ejecting from the ground and heading towards the exit.

There was not much time left for everyone, but at this moment, Xueyao and the five people who arrived at the exit first were unreasonable to use poison to stop them.

Xueyao and the other five released the poison, turned around and stepped into the exit.

Blocked by the five Xueyao people, many people missed their best chance to escape.

There were only six people, and they didn't know what method they used, but they carried the poison and rushed into the exit.

The rest of the people were all stopped by the bronze corpse rushing to the exit before the poisonous mist blew away.

Many of them followed Xueyao and fought against the bronze corpse. They were cursing Xueyao loudly at this time.

In the distance, Song Wen, who got eleven storage bags from Wu Jia Gu, saw this situation and shook his head.

This group of demonic monks really vividly demonstrated the bad nature of human beings.

People's hearts are not aligned, selfishness is at work, and they are suspicious of each other.

More than eighty Qi-training monks, including a dozen ninth-level Qi-training monks, more than half of whom were in the late stages of Qi-training, were no match for a pseudo-second-level bronze corpse.

If they can work together, let alone a fake second-level bronze corpse, even if a real second-level bronze corpse comes, they will have no choice but to run away.

The most detestable thing was Xueyao, who broke his word and harmed others but not himself, causing many monks to miss the opportunity to escape.

However, all this has nothing to do with Song Wen. He was very happy to follow the bronze corpse and get something for nothing.

The eleven people the bronze corpse had just killed not only still had their storage bags on them, but the bronze corpse had not sucked their blood either.

The storage bags and corpses were brought over by the black armor Gu. Although most of the corpses were very damaged and had lost a lot of blood, the advantage was that they were all monk corpses with strong energy and blood, and their souls had not dissipated. Let Song Wenbai gain a lot of benefits.

Song Wen looked at the exit from a distance and saw the monks retreating, feeling a little disappointed.

You should continue!

The bronze corpse seemed a little tired after the battle just now. It stood quietly under the exit and did not attack anyone.

"You should fight. If you don't repel the bronze corpse, the time for the exit to be closed is almost up. If you don't die, I will go and get some benefits."

Song Wen, who had just commented on the bad nature of the monks, had no idea that his thoughts were no longer about bad nature, but evil thoughts.

time flies.

Slowly, there was less than an hour left before the exit closed.

There are still more than sixty monks stranded at the exit of the secret realm.

Several monks who were at the ninth level of Qi training, who were originally looking calm, could not sit still at this moment.

They began to actively contact each other, intending to gather high-level combat forces in the secret realm to repel the bronze corpses together. As for the weaker monks, whether they could escape from the secret realm alive had nothing to do with them.

They didn't add insult to injury like Xueyao, which was already pretty good.

After counting, among the monks present, there were a total of eight people who were at the ninth level of Qi cultivation. In addition, some of them had close relatives traveling with them. In the end, there were a total of seventeen people traveling together, intending to control the bronze corpse together.

These seventeen people are all in the late stage of Qi training. The team composed of them is also one of the strongest combat groups in the entire Withered Blood Secret Realm.

"war!"

Seventeen people rushed towards the bronze corpse with great momentum and murderous intent.

As if he was frightened by the momentum of these seventeen people, or perhaps because the battle just now was so exhausting, the bronze corpse showed a rare fear, and took the initiative to evacuate from the top of the mountain, allowing these seventeen people to pass directly through the secret realm exit. Returned to the world of cultivation.

Including Song Wen, the rest of the people were still looking forward to a big battle to see if they could take the opportunity to pass through the exit. When they saw this scene, they were all a little dumbfounded.

This bronze corpse doesn’t seem to be as stubborn as imagined!

Song Wen was also dumbfounded. The expected benefits could not be obtained. Those who are still in the secret realm are all weak people. Twenty-six of the forty-odd people are middle-stage Qi training monks, and only ten are left. Among the seven late-stage qi-training monks, most of them were at the seventh level of qi-training, and only six were at the eighth-level of qi-training.

With such a group of discordant people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, it is probably impossible to defeat the Bronze Corpse.

"It seems that if you want to get out of this secret realm, you have to rely on yourself."

Song Wen's eyes swept through the surrounding dense forests. In these dense forests, there were forty-three monks hidden.

To Bronze Corpse, these monks were just a mob, and to Song Wen, they were just like that.

Most of these people are fighting on their own, and there is no monk with a ninth level of Qi cultivation, so they should be harvested.

It's time to go on a killing spree!

Opportunities like this are not easily encountered.

God cannot take it, so you must suffer the consequences!

Two armored Gu bugs explored the way ahead, and eight black armored Gu insects followed closely behind them, starting to kill. Song Wen was the last to finish off, devouring blood essence and souls, and picking up storage bags.

This group of monks were suspicious of each other and wary of each other. They were scattered throughout the dense forest. Even if close relatives and friends occasionally gathered together, they were only two or three people, which gave Song Wen a chance to defeat each other.

Song Wen did not encounter any decent resistance, and did not even attract the attention of others.

In just a quarter of an hour, Song Wen killed thirty-five people silently.

At this time, there were only eight living people in the entire secret realm, including Song Wen.

Song Wen did not kill all eight of them because he was worried that if he alone came out of the secret realm alive, it would arouse the suspicion of outside monks.

Song Wen looked at the bronze corpse on the top of the mountain with burning eyes.

Now, that's all that's left.

However, before repelling the bronze corpse, the numerous storage bags must be inventoried first.

Song Wen endured the severe pain and let the black armor Gu break open again, and his heart had just begun to heal.

Take out the storage ring and transfer all valuable items such as spiritual stones, elixirs, and elixirs in more than fifty storage bags to the storage ring.

Then seal the storage ring to the heart again.