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

Among the besieged Yan family monks, casualties appeared instantly.

A monk from the Yan family who was at the fifth level of Qi training was bitten off his head by a fierce ghost.

A monk from the Yan family who was on the sixth level of Qi training was torn apart by a vicious corpse...

Seeing his tribe members die one after another, Yan Zhengping's eyes turned red and anger rose in his eyes.

Although he was gnashing his teeth in anger, he was helpless. As the most powerful person in the Yan family at this time, he was held back by Gui San and could not spare any effort to rescue his fellow clan members.

In just over a quarter of an hour, nearly twenty monks of the Yan family died, most of them were monks in the middle stage of Qi training, and three monks in the late stage of Qi training also died.

Most of the remaining Yan family monks were injured and their spiritual energy was severely depleted.

Even Yan Zhengping, the head of the family, was attacked from behind and had one of his legs chopped off during a duel with Ghost Three.

The monks of the Yan family seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and they felt like they would be broken through the defenses and massacred by random cultivators at any time.

"Everyone, please add more strength and work together to get rid of these monks who are in the late stage of Qi training. The remaining people are not of concern."

Seeing victory right in front of him, Gui San said with high spirits.

At this moment, from the horizon far away in the swamp, a man with a sword came riding on the wind.

This is a foundation-building monk!

The person who came had an old face and looked like he was about to die, as if he would die of old age at any time.

But at this moment, the old man's body erupted with a look of disdain on the world. The powerful power was wrapped in devouring anger and shrouded the group of casual cultivators below.

The old man is the ancestor of the Yan family, Yan Tiangong.

There is no nonsense, the twelve feet long black poisonous nails are as fast as thunder, but silent, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, suddenly attacking its prey.

Vicious and swift.

The twelve poison nails attacked separately, attacking a casual cultivator respectively.

When Yan Tiangong appeared above the battlefield, everyone present felt his powerful momentum.

All the casual cultivators were immediately frightened. They dared to attack the Yan family because they all believed Gui San. The ancestor of the Yan family was exhausted and had no strength to build the foundation. In fact, the ancestor of the Yan family was even dead.

Otherwise, they would never dare to have any inappropriate thoughts about the Yan family.

At this time, Yan Tiangong was not like a dying man as Gui San said, but instead he looked rosy and energetic.

The casual cultivators stopped their attacks one after another and looked at the old figure in the sky with frightened expressions. At the same time, they each used their own life-saving tricks to defend against the next thunderous strike.

The speed of the poisonous nail was too fast. When they found the poisonous nail, it was only two or three feet away from them.

Maybe Yan Tiangong is really old and his strength has declined seriously. Maybe he attacked twelve monks in the late stage of Qi training at the same time, making even Yan Tiangong in the foundation building stage unable to cope.

His angry full blow only killed three casual cultivators and seriously injured four others.

The remaining five people were either slightly injured or received his attack unscathed.

Especially the four monks who were at the ninth level of qi training. They were only blown away a few feet away, and they didn't seem to have suffered much damage, at least that's what it looked like on the surface.

However, a middle-aged female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training, after receiving the attack of the poisonous nail, her face flushed, her blood surged, and she obviously suffered internal injuries.

The female cultivator recalled the shield in front of her. It was this shield that had previously helped her block the attack of the poisonous nails.

Then he quickly ran into the dense forest, trying to escape.

The other surviving casual cultivators, like the female cultivators, fled like birds and beasts. No one dared to fight Yan Tiangong in the foundation building stage.

The four seriously injured casual cultivators moved much slower, and were killed on the spot by the Yan family cultivators who had recovered their strength.

The twelve poisonous nails circled in the air, regrouped, and charged out again.

"Puff puff..."

After all, the speed of the Qi-training monk could not be faster than the magic weapon of the Foundation-building monk. Several continuous sounds of piercing the flesh were heard, and three casual cultivators, including the female cultivator, died.

Ghost San used all his strength and finally blocked a poisonous nail that stabbed his head.

And another poisonous nail came from behind, piercing the back of the heart.

When Gui San noticed the poisonous nails behind him, it was too late to resist. He could only twist his waist to avoid the poisonous nails.

But after all, he was a little slower. Although he avoided the fatal part and saved his life, the poisonous nail also took away a section of his forearm in a flash.

"ah!"

Guisan was in pain. He lowered his head and looked at the broken arm. Blood spurted out, but it was not the normal blood red, but black.

It was obvious that he was poisoned. The poison nails were highly poisonous, and the flesh and blood on his broken arm turned black, and it continued to spread to his shoulders.

Gui San's eyes were cold, and there was a fierce determination in them. He slashed the shoulder of the broken arm with a hand knife without hesitation.

Suddenly the severed arm fell off and blood spurted out, but the blood that flowed out was bright red.

Gui San did not dare to stay any longer and flew towards the depths of the dense forest.

Another casual cultivator in the late stage of Qi training was also hit by a poisonous nail, and he was pierced through the abdomen.

The poison quickly spread through his body, and in the blink of an eye, black lines covered half of his body.

The casual cultivator took out an elixir and drank it. He didn't know what kind of elixir it was. After taking it, the black lines stopped spreading, and there were even faint signs of fading.

The casual cultivator also quickly rushed into the dense forest.

Looking at the two people who had fled into the dense forest, Yan Zhengping's eyes were filled with murderous intent and a bit eager.

"Ancestor, why didn't you pursue them? Why did you just let them go?"

Yan Tiangong shook his head and controlled his body to slowly descend, landing on the wreckage of the large ship that had been disintegrated.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body suddenly weakened.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?" Yan Zhengping shouted in panic.

Yan Tiangong ignored Yan Zhengping's panic. He was too weak now and had no energy to respond.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhengping's face was full of worry and he flew to Yan Tiangong's side.

He took out several pills from his body and stuffed them into Yan Tiangong's mouth. At the same time, he mobilized the few remaining spiritual powers in his body and put them into Yan Tiangong's body to help him refine the pills.

At the same time, Yan Zhengping said to the clan members.

"The ancestor is very old and uses his spiritual power rashly, making it difficult for his already old body to survive. Now that the powerful enemy has just retreated, everyone should not let down their guard."

Yan Zhengping looked at his third brother Yan Gao and said.

"You lead a team of people to chase Guisan,"

He then said to a monk from the Yan family who was at the eighth level of Qi training.

"Yan Wu, you take a few clansmen who are in the late stage of Qi training to hunt down another person."

"These two people must be killed. They know the secret of our Yan family. If they are allowed to reveal the secret, I am afraid there will be no more Yan family in this world."