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

Yan Zhengping's unconcealed murderous eyes sent chills all over Song Wen's body. ơɱ

He would not be so arrogant as to think that he could withstand the attack of Yan Zhengping, who was at the ninth level of Qi training.

Song Wen couldn't help complaining in his heart, this Guisan is a lunatic.

You have a deadly feud with the Yan family. Since you have caught the Yan family, why don't you directly reveal it to the Corpse Demon Sect, and then the Corpse Demon Sect will deal with the Yan family. Why do you need to risk your life and take revenge yourself? .

This made Song Wen have to suspect that Gui San had gathered so many desperadoes among the casual cultivators, perhaps more for plotting against the Yan family than for revenge.

The foundation-building ancestor of the Yan family has not been around for many years, and the Yan family betrayed the Corpse Demon Sect, leaving the Yan family without the Corpse Demon Sect as a big backer. This made Gui San think that he, along with a group of casual cultivators, had the opportunity to confront the Yan family head-on. confidence.

At this moment, Guisan's charged attack was finally unleashed, and the demon-subduing pestle pierced the air, piercing the defensive shield with lightning speed.

Under the siege of many casual cultivators, the defensive shield was already crumbling. Under Gui San's full blow, it immediately broke and turned into countless light spots, dissipating in the air.

After breaking through the shield, although the power of the Demon-Conquering Pestle was slightly weakened, it still had frightening power and continued to stab Yan Zhengping with a harsh whistling sound.

Yan Zhengping's eyes turned cold. The demonic pestle was full of evil and ghostly energy. He did not dare to take it lightly and could only deal with it with all his strength.

Waves of green energy erupted from Yan Zhengping's body, and soon he was completely enveloped in it. This was a phenomenon that could only occur after practicing the Poison Skill to a certain level.

Ten half-foot-long steel needles appeared in Yan Zhengping's hands. The steel needles were dark in color but glowed green, which looked extremely strange. It was obvious that the poison on them was strong.

Yan Zhengping waved his hands, and ten steel needles flew towards the Demonic Pestle.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

A series of crisp and harsh clashes of gold and iron sounded.

The steel needles kept bombarding the Demon-Conquering Pestle.

The steel needles kept being knocked away, and the power of the Demonic Pestle gradually decreased.

Yan Zhengping and Gui San fought evenly, but it made everyone else on the ship suffer.

The full power of the two ninth-level qi-training monks' attacks was not something to be taken lightly.

There are monks from the Yan family who are in the middle stage of Qi training, and there are monks from the Yan family who are in the late stage of Qi training to help them resist the remaining power.

As for Song Wen, when the Demon Subduing Pestle pierced the shield, he activated the flying talisman in his left hand. At the same time, he suddenly exerted force on his feet and jumped towards the big tree diagonally behind him.

The corpse puppet stuck firmly to Song Wen's back, helping him resist attacks that might come from behind.

When the residual power burst out, Song Wen was less than ten meters away from the nearest big tree.

The aftermath hit the corpse puppet, instantly smashing its muscles as strong as old tree roots, revealing the corpse puppet's rotten inner cavity and dense white bones.

Song Wen spent a lot of resources to refine the corpse puppet. When it was shown to outsiders for the first time, it was almost cut in half.

The impact of the aftermath was not exhausted, but penetrated the corpse puppet and hit Song Wen.

Song Wen, who was in the air, had already activated the "Corpse King's Blood Exercise" with all his strength.

His whole body became filled with corpse air, and his blood surged,

The skin all over the body turned black and blue, and the skin gradually shriveled up as if dehydrated. Vigorous and powerful muscle fibers emerged, almost bursting out of the skin.

The nails on his hands and feet became black and sharp, with a deep cold glow.

This was a change brought about by the "Corpse King's Blood Cultivation" after Song Wen advanced to the fourth level of Qi training. This greatly increased his physical strength and could resist the spell attacks of monks of the same level.

The power transmitted through the corpse puppet was no longer enough to threaten Song Wen. Instead, Song Wen used this thrust to accelerate towards the big tree.

Song Wen climbed up the big tree with both hands and feet, not daring to make any stops. He exerted force on all four limbs at the same time, and jumped towards the depths of the dense forest like an agile ape.

With the help of the flying talisman, Song Wen could ignore the distance between the big trees. He sought the shortest route and got away from the battlefield as soon as possible.

Behind him, various spells and magic weapons continued to collide, making loud roars, splashing water all over the sky, and smashing towering trees one after another.

Song Wen had no time to be distracted and pay attention to everything behind him. Only by staying as far away from this place as possible could he have a chance of survival.

The strength of the casual cultivators is obviously higher than that of the Yan family cultivators. It is difficult for the Yan family to protect themselves at this time, so it is naturally impossible for the Yan family to separate people to hunt down Song Wen.

As for the casual cultivators, they saw that Song Wen only had the strength of the third level of Qi training, so they didn't take him seriously at all. They mistook Song Wen for a low-level Yan family cultivator and had nothing to do with the overall situation, so they allowed Song Wen to leave. .

There was no interference from others, and with just a few breaths, Song Wen's figure disappeared into the dense forest without a trace.

The Yan family monks were gathered together by Yan Zhengping and worked together to resist the siege of the casual cultivators. Since the top combat power was obviously less than that of Duofang, the defense of everyone in the Yan family suddenly became somewhat stretched.

Yan Zhengping, who originally had a calm face, became a little anxious at this time.

He looked around expectantly from time to time, as if waiting for rescue to appear.

Yan Zhengping's expectations were not disappointed. On the swamp water in the distance, a group of monks wearing Yan family clothes were coming from the water.

They all had something like a surfboard under their feet, speeding across the water at extremely fast speeds.

The colorful grass spiritual field is the most important property of the Yan family. It is naturally impossible to have no one to guard it on weekdays. These Yan family monks are the force to guard the spiritual field.

Usually, they hide in the dense forests around the spiritual field, guarding against the monsters in the swamp and the casual cultivators who steal the elixir.

Seeing the reinforcements appearing, everyone in the Yan family was in high spirits.

Yan Zhengping shouted loudly, "Guisan, today is the day you die."

Gui San glanced at the more than twenty monks from the Yan family who had arrived. Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level was only at the eighth level of Qi training. There were only five monks in the late stage of Qi training, and the rest were all mid-level Qi training monks.

Gui San's expression became a little solemn, but he did not show any panic. Everything so far was still within his expectation.

"Everyone, we are already locked in a fight with the Yan family. The only way to kill the Yan family now is to use all the tricks you can to avoid long nights and nightmares."

"The Yan family has occupied the poisonous swamp for more than a hundred years, and its treasure house must be filled with gold and jade. As long as the Yan family is captured, the treasures you lost in the war will definitely be repaid tenfold and a hundredfold."

Many casual cultivators looked at each other, and the eyes of these desperadoes all showed greed.

Their qualifications are not very good. They can survive to this day in the cruel world of cultivation and reach the advanced stage of Qi training only by being ruthless and unscrupulous.

The attacks of the casual cultivators instantly became fierce, and strange means such as talismans, ghosts, and ghosts were used.