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

Lu Cang hurriedly summoned his third-stage late-stage ghost king.

The ghost king flew into the air and pounced on the silver corpse.

The ghost and the corpse fought in an instant.

The ghost king's own strength was not as good as the silver corpse, but he was fearless and temporarily stopped Song Wen's silver corpse.

Lu Cang didn't care about the life and death of the ghost king, and rushed to the left front and slashed out.

Just at this time, another third-stage middle-stage corpse puppet came from behind him.

Lu Cang sensed the corpse puppet behind him and gnashed his teeth with hatred.

Just because this corpse puppet belonged to Zhang Xiaofan.

Moreover, when Zhang Xiaofan refined this corpse puppet, Lu Cang provided him with a lot of corpse spiritual materials.

Lu Cang raised ghosts instead of refining corpses, and most of the corpse spiritual materials he got were given to Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan always looked respectful and humble to him on weekdays, and obeyed his daughter in everything, but he didn't expect that he was harboring evil intentions.

Lu Cang raised his hand and threw out a black bead, which was about the size of a fist. The corpse qi lingered on it, like a surging black flame, and it hit the corpse puppet behind him.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

The black bead hit the chest of the corpse puppet, and its chest suddenly caved in, and the corpse puppet was knocked back.

However, Lu Cang was not very satisfied with the result of the battle.

This black bead is called the Corpse Soul Bead, which is his life magic weapon. At its peak, the Corpse Soul Bead was enough to destroy Zhang Xiaofan's corpse puppet with a full force attack.

After all, Lu Cang was affected by the Soul-Erosion Smoke and could not exert his full strength.

"Hu, hu."

Two air-breaking sounds were heard.

An inch-long curved blade.

A three-foot-long ghost-head knife.

One on the left and one on the right, slashing towards Lu Cang.

The curved blade is Song Wen's Void-Breaking Blade, a mid-grade magic weapon.

The ghost-head knife is Zhang Xiaofan's treasure, a low-grade magic weapon.

Facing the attack from both sides, Lu Cang thought he could not protect Lu Chan.

He threw Lu Chan into the dense forest below with great force.

Lu Chan was still unconscious and unaware of her situation, and fell directly into the dense forest.

"Ah!"

Lu Chan broke several branches and fell heavily to the ground.

The severe pain made her instinctively let out a wail.

Fortunately, the height was not high, only a few dozen feet.

Even though Lu Chan was in a daze and did not activate her spiritual power to protect her body, she was not killed by the fall thanks to the strong body of a foundation-building cultivator and the cushioning of the branches and leaves of the trees. However, she had a lot of scratches on her face and body, and looked extremely embarrassed.

After throwing Lu Chan out, Lu Cang hurriedly recalled the black bead to save him. At the same time, he summoned a shield to protect him.

"Dang, dang!" Two sounds of metal clashing.

The black bead knocked away Song Wen's broken blade.

The shield blocked Zhang Xiaofan's ghost-head knife.

Seeing that he couldn't get away, Lu Cang simply stopped running and said angrily.

"Zhang Xiaofan, today, I will clean up the mess."

Under his urging, a large number of black runes emerged from the surface of the corpse soul bead, and it was powerful and rushed straight to Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly let the third-stage mid-stage corpse puppet stand in front of him.

The corpse puppet raised its right hand and grabbed the round bead.

"Bang!"

The corpse soul bead hit the corpse claw.

The corpse claw exploded instantly, and the rotten meat and bone fragments scattered everywhere.

However, the power of the corpse soul bead was greatly reduced.

"Damn it!"

With a full-strength attack, Lu Cang only broke one hand of the corpse puppet, and he couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

The influence of the soul-eating smoke on him continued.

Lu Cang was indignant, and Zhang Xiaofan was extremely anxious.

If Lu Cang couldn't be taken down for a long time, the influence of the soul-eating smoke would gradually weaken, which meant that Lu Cang's attack would become stronger and stronger. The longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation would be.

"Ji Yin, what's wrong with your corpse puppet? The strength of the third-level peak can't actually take down the third-level late ghost king. Before, you promised me solemnly that your silver corpse would be able to easily deal with Lu Cang's ghost king." Zhang Xiaofan questioned.

Song Wen was not in a hurry, and continued to urge the Broken Void Blade to slash at Lu Cang.

"Zhang Xiaofan, this is not my fault. The Soul-Erosion Smoke is far from as strong as you boasted. After Lu Cang was hit by the Soul-Erosion Smoke, his strength was not as much reduced as you said."

Zhang Xiaofan glared at Song Wen in dissatisfaction, raised his hand and summoned a flying sword of the spirit weapon level, which broke through the air and slashed towards Lu Chan in the dense forest.

Since he couldn't take Lu Cang head-on, Zhang Xiaofan decided to attack Lu Chan, forcing Lu Cang to distract himself to rescue him, and perhaps find a breakthrough and turn the tide of the battle.

Seeing this, Lu Cang's eyes were bloodshot and his roar shook the earth.

"Zhang Xiaofan, you beast, how dare you!"

How could Zhang Xiaofan be soft-hearted because of Lu Cang's words? The flying sword continued to slash at Lu Chan.

Although Lu Cang understood Zhang Xiaofan's conspiracy, he could not watch his daughter die tragically in front of him. He could only activate the corpse soul bead and hit the flying sword.

"Dang!"

The corpse soul bead arrived first and hit the flying sword.

The flying sword shattered and broke into several pieces.

Taking advantage of Lu Cang's distraction, Song Wen's broken blade and Zhang Xiaofan's ghost head knife slashed at Lu Cang. But they were all blocked by the shield in front of Lu Cang.

But Lu Cang's crisis was not resolved.

Zhang Xiaofan's corpse puppet with a broken arm and Song Wen's first third-stage corpse puppet came one after another.

Under the continuous attacks, the shield finally showed a trace of fatigue, and the light emitted from it gradually began to weaken.

At this moment, the peak third-level corpse puppet finally broke free from the ghost king's entanglement and pounced on Lu Cang.

"Bang..."

The sharp claws of the corpse hit the shield.

Suddenly, Lu Cang was knocked out with the shield.

Zhang Xiaofan seized the opportunity, and the ghost-head knife bypassed the shield and pierced through Lu Cang's chest.

A hole as big as a bowl appeared in Lu Cang's chest.

His breath instantly became weak.

Lu Cang turned his head to look at his daughter in the dense forest below, his eyes full of reluctance and worry.

"Puff!"

The ghost-head knife drew an arc in the air, went away and returned.

Lu Cang's head jumped high.

Zhang Xiaofan rushed forward and grabbed Lu Cang's head.

"Hahaha..."

"Master, you finally died in my hands."

"You taught me how to practice, taught me alchemy, and gave me resources for practice..."

"You are a dedicated master. You gave me more than my parents. But..."

"But why did you marry Lu Chan to me? Don't you know what kind of character your own daughter is? Lu Chan has a bad temper and is mean-spirited. After I married her, I fawned on her and was servile to her. I lived a more humble life than a dog on the street..."