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

Xu Shi.

As the sun sets, the sky gradually gets darker.

Tang Yinian and his son appeared in the courtyard on time.

As soon as they approached the small building, they vaguely saw Song Wen walking out of the medicine field.

A smile appeared on Tang Yinian's face, "I had only heard before that Elder Jiyin had accepted a handsome young man as his disciple. When I saw him today, he was indeed very majestic and one of the best among men."

Song Wen didn't recognize Tang Yinian. He asked with confusion, "Who are you?"

Different from the enthusiasm of father and son, Tang Liang's face was a little cold.

There was already a grudge between him and Song Wen, and now Song Wen had learned the immortal fireball technique, which made Tang Liang feel resentful.

A country boy who appeared out of nowhere got what he had dreamed of in less than three months, which had to make Tang Liang feel jealous.

He stared at Song Wen and said with a bit of sarcasm.

"As a disciple of the Tiansha Clan, you don't recognize the leader."

Song Wen was shocked when he heard this. Tang Yinian's appearance was unexpected. According to rumors, Tang Yinian was a rare master in the world.

There won’t be any surprises in today’s plan, right?

However, after thinking about his arrangements, Song Wen felt relieved again.

Song Wen had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but his face was calm. He also showed a flattered smile and said with his hands clasped in fists.

"Junior Song Wen has met the gang leader."

"The gang leader has given you too much praise. This junior cannot bear your praise."

"Master is waiting for you two in the room. Please invite us quickly."

Tang Yinian nodded, "Nephew Song Xian should come to my house more often when he is free."

After saying that, he took Tang Liang and went to the small building.

After walking far away, Tang Yinian asked his son in a low voice.

"You have a history with him?"

Tang Liang replied, "Something unpleasant happened."

Tang Yinian said, "It's best to reconcile with him. In my opinion, this son has a profound knowledge of the city. In addition, he has learned the magic of immortals, so he will not be an ordinary person in the future."

What Tang Yinian didn't know was that the two were already mortal enemies.

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Song Wen looked at the backs of the two of them, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He has made all preparations to kill Tang Liang tonight.

The reason why he appeared in the medicine field just now was that he took advantage of the night to uproot the red blood vine in the spiritual field, put it into a jade box, and put it into a storage bag.

All preparations have been made, and now all that remains is to invite you into the urn.

When he saw the two people going up to the second floor, Song Wen began to silently use his spiritual power to prepare for the release of the fireball technique.

After going up to the second floor, Tang Yinqian coughed and said.

"Elder Jiyin, my gang leader is here with his dog. Please open the door and talk."

Then, he fully expected a very Yin response.

However, there was no response from the room.

"What's going on?" Tang Yinian whispered, looking at Tang Liang with some doubts. Tang Liang was also confused by Monk Zhang Er.

Tang Yinian found that the door was not closed, but ajar.

He pushed the door gently, and with a creak, the door opened.

With the dim light, Tang Yinian noticed a figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the house, but the figure was not breathing.

Tang Yinian was a little surprised and exclaimed, "Elder Jiyin! What's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he took a step and rushed in.

Tang Liang also followed closely and entered the house.

Seeing this scene, Song Wen suddenly burst out with a strong light in his eyes.

Now is the perfect time to get started!

He raised his hand and waved, and a fist-sized fireball shot out and went straight to the room on the first floor.

The fireball shattered the door and landed on a large ten-pound earthen jar in the room.

"boom!"

The earthen jar was shattered, and a large amount of black viscous liquid flew everywhere. This was a fierce oil.

The fierce oil burns instantly when it encounters fire.

Not far away, there are ten identical earthen jars.

These earthen jars were splashed with some strong oil and suddenly burst into flames.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Continuous explosions resounded through the sky, and the nearby ground shook a little, making thousands of members of the Tiansha Gang look sideways and terrified. Who dares to cause trouble in the Tiansha Gang?

The shock wave generated by the explosion instantly tore the entire building into pieces.

There were countless steel needles flying around in the explosion, like countless bullets fired randomly.

Song Wen looked at all this very proudly.

He purchased the fierce oil from outside, and he specially added countless steel needles to the jar.

He couldn't help but marvel at the immortal cultivator's skills. He used a storage bag to bring in more than a hundred kilograms of fierce oil without anyone noticing.

Then, he placed a very dark mummy in the room to attract the attention of Tang Yinian and his son.

Song Wen's plan was very thorough, but he still underestimated Tang Yinian's strength as an innate warrior.

The innate warrior can release his true energy and form a protective shield around his body. The flames in the sky and the lasing steel needles cannot hurt him at all.

However, Tang Liang was not so lucky.

He was burned black all over, and several steel needles were shot into his abdomen.

Tang Yinian held his son in one hand and circulated his true energy, like a roc spreading its wings and rushing out.

Song Wen looked at Tang Yinian who suddenly rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. The talisman he had prepared was activated.

A fireball the size of a head headed straight towards Tang Yinian.

Tang Yinian looked horrified. The power and high temperature of this magical fireball made him frightened. He felt that as long as he touched it even slightly, he would be dead or disabled.

In a hurry, Tang Yinian had no other choice. He could only throw the Tang Liang in his hand towards the fireball.

"No!"

Tang Liang roared in despair!

It directly hit the fireball as fast as lightning.

"Bang!"

Tang Liang's body was torn apart and exploded all over the sky.

Tang Yinian stared at Song Wen with angry eyes, bursting out with strong hatred, as if he wanted to cut Song Wen into pieces with a thousand knives.

"Song Wen, my son, this gang is going to cut you into pieces."

He raised his body skills to the extreme and walked out of the sea of ​​fire.

His figure flashed quickly, and he quickly approached Song Wen in the blink of an eye.

"Boy, come and accept your fate."

Tang Yinian majored in horizontal exercises, and all his martial arts skills were based on his fists.

His fist carried the power of cracking rocks, like a huge steel hammer, heading straight for Song Wen's chest.

"bump!"

The fist was within a foot of Song Wen's chest and could not move forward even an inch.

That was the shield technique performed by Song Wen.

Song Wen's body seemed to have been hit by a high-speed car, and his whole body was thrown directly into the air and backwards.

Song Wen was shocked. As an innate warrior, Tang Yinian's attack was truly terrifying.

But luckily, it wasn't enough to break through his shield.

While he was throwing it backwards, he took the opportunity to activate another fireball talisman.

At a very close distance, the fireball suddenly appeared, and its speed was so fast that Tang Yinian had no way to dodge.

The fireball drove straight in and hit Tang Yinian's chest directly.

The horizontal training technique that he was proud of was instantly broken, and his body was thrown back more than ten meters. His chest was dripping with blood, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he had an unknown number of broken ribs.

Tang Yinian fell to the ground, but he did not die. He struggled desperately to get up.

When he was in the air, he could see clearly that Song Wen, who suffered a heavy blow from him, was not seriously injured. He was in danger of being hit by Song Wen at any time.