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

Two months later.

Donghuafang City.

Song Wen appeared in the small courtyard where Zhou Siyi rented.

Within these two months, he visited the ruins of the Palace of Eternal Life.

The Hall of Eternal Life was built next to a remote mountain village in the mortal world. Its entrance was a tall bronze door. There should have been a formation on the door, but it had been forcibly broken, and the bronze door was broken into pieces.

The same is basically true inside the Hall of Eternal Life.

There should have been some mechanism puppets, but they were all forcibly destroyed and the ground was in a mess.

In the Palace of Eternal Life, Song Wen did not encounter any danger, but similarly, he did not find anything of value.

Only then did Song Wen realize that when he was dealing with Mi He, he was plotting against Mi He, and Mi He was plotting against him.

Mihe knew very well that the Hall of Eternal Life was empty and there was nothing of value.

This means that Song Wen's attempt to find clues to the Divine Blood Gate or the "Corpse King's Reincarnation Technique" in the Palace of Eternal Life was completely in vain. He could only think of another way.

"Junior Brother Jiyin, are you back?" Zhou Siyi walked out of the room.

Song Wen nodded, "Senior sister, I plan to leave Donghuafang City, what are your plans?"

"Junior brother, I will go wherever you go." Zhou Siyi replied without thinking.

"Sister, it's not safe for you to follow me." Song Wen said.

Zhou Siyi sighed softly, "I know that with my strength, following my junior brother will only become a drag on my junior brother. However, after all, I am an abandoned disciple of the Beast Control Sect. I have been in Donghuafang City for a long time, and I will not be recognized after all. The risk. I will leave Donghuafang City sooner or later, so it is better to leave with my junior brother."

Song Wen nodded, "Okay, senior sister, come with me to Anzhou City."

Anzhou City is the largest city under the Jiugong Sect, and is only a hundred miles away from the Jiugong Sect.

Song Wen and Zhou Siyi sailed in the boat, heading northeast without haste or slowness.

This day.

Suddenly I saw a stretch of lofty mountains, with rolling hills and mountains, layer upon layer.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, with numerous strange rocks and towering ancient trees.

"Huh? The aura of this place is quite good. Why is there no sect occupying this place?" Song Wen asked doubtfully.

His spiritual consciousness scanned the mountains and found that except for some casual cultivators, there was no trace of any sect.

Zhou Siyi said, "This place is called Yishiling, and it is the junction of Hunyuan Temple and Jiugong Sect. More than a hundred years ago, Jiugong Sect fell into the devil's path, and this was the main battlefield where good and evil fought. Later, good and evil returned to peace, and this place It has become a buffer between good and evil, and it is a no-nonsense zone.”

"Slowly, some casual cultivators and small families gathered here and occupied various hills. Due to the large number of forces and the lack of restraints from large sects, this place is chaotic and disorderly. Everything relies on fists to speak, and conflicts can be seen everywhere."

Zhou Siyi raised her hand and pointed to the south and continued.

"In that direction, about a thousand miles away, there is a city named Wuyuanfang City."

Song Wen raised his eyebrows and became somewhat interested.

"Is there still a market? Let's go and have a look."

Song Wen turned the bow of the ship and flew towards Wuyuanfang City.

Not long after, the market was in sight.

Fangshi covers an area of ​​no more than ten miles and is located in a valley.

Different from other cities, everything in Wuyuanfang City seems extremely chaotic.

The streets are narrow and winding, with scattered buildings on both sides.

Stalls, shops and residences are intertwined and chaotic.

Song Wen pressed down the bow of the boat and landed on a street in the center of the city.

"There are quite a few monks here." Song Wen said.

Zhou Siyi said, "This place is a three-nothing zone. The market is not subject to any restrictions. Any secret skills, exercises, stolen goods... can be traded here. It is an excellent place to sell stolen goods. Therefore, it has attracted a large number of good and evil people." Many monks come here, and some even sell their own sect’s exercises or elixirs and spiritual herbs that are prohibited from being exported.”

Before she finished speaking, she saw a dispute about a dozen feet in front of a street stall between the stall owner and a masked customer.

The guest is small and thin, and judging from his voice, he seems to be young.

He held a jade box in his hand and spoke loudly with excitement.

"There's something wrong with the colorful grass you sold me. It's not a hundred years old at all, but ten years old. The colors on the leaves are all dyed."

When the stall owner heard this, he stood up suddenly.

He is seven feet tall and has a strong build, which is in sharp contrast to the diminutive guest.

The stall owner sternly scolded, "Don't talk nonsense here and affect my business."

Pedestrians around him suddenly stopped and cast curious glances.

"The colorful grass is in my hand." The guest opened the jade box in his hand and held it up high. "Look, is this a ten-year-old colorful grass or a hundred-year-old?"

When the stall owner saw this, his face was gloomy. He stepped forward with a sudden step, his body was like lightning, and he was in front of the customers in an instant, and a powerful aura came over him.

"How can you prove that the colorful grass in your hand was bought from me? I think you are just looking for trouble."

The guest's voice was full of anger and unwillingness, he retorted.

"I clearly bought it from you just now, but you don't admit it?"

"When did you come to my stall to buy spiritual herbs? Get out of here!"

The stall owner roared angrily, raised his big hand, and slapped the customer on the head.

Just when everyone thought that the guest was about to receive this slap, he suddenly shrunk and nimbly dodged the slap.

Then his feet suddenly exerted force and he crashed into the stall owner's arms.

The stall owner's eyes suddenly widened, and the ferocious look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of disbelief.

He slowly lowered his head and looked down.

He saw a short sword stuck in his chest, which was completely sunken, leaving only the hilt outside.

Blood flowed out along the sword, staining his clothes red.

The customer flashed and quickly rushed into the crowd. When he left, he pulled off the storage bag on the stall owner's waist.

Seeing this scene, several onlookers rushed to the stall and scrambled for the spiritual objects on the stall.

The stall was looted.

"Bang!"

The stall owner fell to the ground, his eyes wide open.

A demon cultivator in a black cloak appeared next to the stall owner's body. He took out a coffin as if no one was around and put the stall owner's body into it.

Then, he took out a jade bottle and collected all the blood flowing on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, everything of the stall owner was divided up, including his soul and body.

The onlookers dispersed, as if they were already accustomed to all this.

Seeing this scene, a light flashed in Song Wen's eyes. This was not "chaos and disorder", but "the taste of freedom".

"This place is not bad." Song Wen looked satisfied.

Zhou Siyi wore a veil, covering her aura of a righteous monk and her pretty face.

Her big eyes exposed gave Song Wen a strange look.

It seemed to say: You think this place is good?