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

Tiansha Gang's thousand-meter altitude.

In the night sky, a ship several meters long floated quietly in the sky.

A man with a skinny figure and a vague body exuding a faint corpse aura.

He glanced at the blazing fire under his feet, and then glanced at Song Wen who was flying low in the air and escaping, with an interesting look in his eyes.

"This boy is not bad. As an immortal cultivator, he kills mortals at will and by any means. He has a bit of the style of my demon sect."

"Let's see what your qualifications are first."

The man pinched his fingers, and a flash of white light fell directly on Song Wen, who was a thousand meters away below.

"The roots, bones, and five elements are complete, and the spiritual roots of the sixth grade are medium. This is really an unexpected harvest." The man said with bright eyes.

Spiritual roots are divided according to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Some people have a single spiritual root, while others have five spiritual roots that include all five elements.

However, the number of spiritual roots does not determine the talent for cultivating immortals, but the quality of the spiritual roots themselves determines the talent for cultivating immortals.

Spiritual roots are divided into grades one to nine according to their strengths and weaknesses.

The first grade is the worst, and nine is the ultimate number.

The first to third grades are inferior spiritual roots, with extremely poor qualifications. It is difficult to achieve anything in their lifetime, and it is almost impossible to successfully build a foundation. Among the first-grade spiritual roots, the possibility of even breaking through to the middle stage of Qi training is extremely low.

The fourth to sixth grades are medium spiritual roots. Disciples of various sects in the world of immortality basically have medium spiritual roots. Some of them have the chance to have good xinxing and can successfully build the foundation and become the mainstay in the world of immortality.

The sixth-grade spiritual root possessed by Song Wen even has the possibility of forming a pill.

Superior spiritual roots of the seventh to ninth grades are extremely rare. Although there is only one level difference between the seventh-grade spiritual roots and the sixth-grade spiritual roots, they are worlds apart.

No matter which sect the seventh-grade spiritual roots go to, they can directly become direct disciples and be cultivated as the future pillars of the sect. As long as he doesn't fall halfway, it is almost certain that a person with seventh-level spiritual roots will become a powerful golden elixir.

Eighth-grade spiritual roots rarely appear in the current world of immortality. This kind of people can cultivate to the realm of Yuanying almost without any bottlenecks, and become the ancestors of Yuanying that everyone in the world of immortality respects.

Ninth-grade spiritual roots belong to the legendary grade, the kind of top-grade spiritual roots that are not produced for thousands of years and are rare to find in ten thousand years.

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Song Wen, who was flying, suddenly felt an irresistible majestic power descending on him.

He seemed to be targeted by an ancient mysterious beast. He was unable to move for a moment and stood there blankly, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Suddenly, he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him, standing on a sword.

Song Wen broke out in a cold sweat. From Huang Shang's diary, he knew that the person who came had at least the foundation-building level. Only those who were strong at the foundation-building level could wield a sword.

It was infinitely more powerful than his flying technique that relied on the power of the wind.

"See senior."

Song Wen said with a somewhat trembling voice.

He cursed in his heart that his luck was so bad that he unexpectedly met a strong person in the Foundation Establishment stage in the ordinary world. This was simply lower than the probability of winning the lottery in his previous life.

The visitor said calmly, "He is a ruthless young man with a bit of the devil's charm. He is willing to join our Corpse Demon Sect and become a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect."

Although the visitor's tone was calm and he seemed to be willing to talk to each other, Song Wen did not really think that the other party was easy to talk to. He was really asking for his opinion.

The emphasis of magic has always been to follow one's will and have clear thoughts. If your thoughts are no longer clear, what kind of demon can you cultivate?

If you dare to disagree and make the other party's thoughts unclear, I am afraid that you will end up dead without a burial place in an instant.

Song Wen immediately pretended to be flattered, as if being able to join the Corpse Demon Sect was just a matter of smoke rising from the ancestral graves, something that would bring glory to eight generations of ancestors.

"Junior is willing, thank you senior."

Song Wen actually wanted to kneel down and worship, but he was in mid-air and his body was out of control.

As for matters such as dignity and face, and the fact that a man has gold under his knees, Song Wen does not consider them at all.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero.

In his previous life, when he first entered society as a salesperson and went to collect accounts, and was asked by a rich woman to drink a bottle of liquor, he understood that you must have strength and power before you can talk about dignity with others.

Weakness is the original sin, and the weak do not deserve dignity.

Moreover, just by hearing the name, you can tell that the Corpse Demon Sect is not a soft-hearted sect, but a demonic sect that acts unscrupulously.

Song Wenbu thought that he, a low-level casual cultivator who had just entered the second level of qi training, was qualified to discuss human rights with the Demon Sect's foundation-building cultivators.

The visitor was very satisfied with Song Wen's response.

"I am Shi Shou of the Corpse Demon Sect. You can just call me Elder Shi. Junior, what is your name?"

Song Wen replied respectfully.

"Elder Shi, this junior... this junior calls himself Ji Yin."

"Extremely Yin! You, a junior, are not very capable, but your title is very arrogant. It is in line with the behavior of my Corpse Demon Sect. You should be a disciple of my Demon Sect by nature, hahaha..."

After Shi Shou finished speaking, he turned around and headed high into the sky.

Song Wen felt himself being coerced by an invisible force, pulling him high into the sky.

After a few breaths, Song Wen, driven by Shi Shou's spiritual power, arrived on the spaceship a thousand meters above the ground.

Shi Shou placed Song Wen on the deck and said.

"Find a place to stay and don't run around. If you accidentally fall in, I won't stop the boat to rescue you."

"Disciple, obey."

After Song Wen experienced the initial panic, he quickly calmed down.

Once he came, he was content with it, and he soon regarded himself as his disciple.

Looking towards the deck, there were six teenagers on the deck.

Four of the teenagers, three men and one woman, were huddled in a corner of the deck, their eyes full of fear. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation in the four of them, so they were probably still mortals without any practice.

One of the other two people looked back and forth at Song Wen, with a faint sense of superiority on his face, as if he looked down on Song Wen and the other four teenagers who had just boarded the ship.

The last person stood beside the superior man with a blank expression, as motionless and expressionless as a piece of wood, guarding the superior man like a guard.

Song Wen also smelled the smell of rotting corpses on his body, and felt no breathing sound on his body, just like a zombie.

Song Wen found a secluded corner on the deck to sit down, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Shi Shou stood at the bow of the boat and suddenly moved several spells in his hand.

The spacecraft suddenly began to accelerate, as fast as an arrow leaving the string, quickly cutting through the night sky.

But everyone on the deck couldn't feel any strong wind. There was a shield on the spacecraft that blocked the strong wind, which was really magical.

Song Wen felt like he was flying a plane in his previous life, but his vision was much better.

He looked down curiously. Due to the limited vision at night, except for the sparks in Yancheng below and the fire that was still burning in the Tiansha Gang, everything else was indistinct and could not be distinguished.