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

Zhang Xiaofan used the Soul Locking Technique to trap Lu Cang's soul in his head, then lifted Lu Cang's head and landed it next to Lu Chan.

Lu Chan collapsed to the ground, her consciousness was confused, and she was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Zhang Xiaofan obviously didn't want Lu Chan to die too simply, so his spiritual consciousness forced its way into Lu Chan's sea of ​​consciousness.

In Lu Chan's current state, the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be undefended, and Zhang Xiaofan could easily break into it.

Zhang Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness was like a raging wave, rushing towards Lu Chan's soul.

Under the stimulation of Zhang Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness, Lu Chan's consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

However, this method of forcibly restoring Lu Chan's consciousness has great hidden dangers and may cause irreparable and permanent trauma to Lu Chan's soul.

However, at this time, how could Zhang Xiaofan care whether Lu Chan's soul would be traumatized?

He just didn't want Lu Chan to die too easily.

If Lu Chan died in confusion, wouldn't it be a disadvantage to her?

"Lu Chan, look who this is?" Zhang Xiaofan said proudly.

He lifted Lu Cang's head and shook it in front of Lu Chan.

His eyes were full of excitement.

He just felt that this was the happiest moment since he and Lu Chan got married.

Even the successful condensation of the golden elixir failed to make him as happy as now.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's head that was still dripping with blood, and looking at his father's eyes that were staring blankly at him, Lu Chan's pupils suddenly shrank, and an unprecedented sadness surged into her heart.

Her body couldn't help but start to tremble, and she let out a hoarse growl.

"father!"

She raised her head and looked at Zhang Xiaofan's proud face, her eyes suddenly turned fierce.

"Zhang Xiaofan, you actually killed my father! Why did you do this?"

"Hahaha..."

Zhang Xiaofan smiled proudly. The more sad Lu Chan was, the happier he felt.

"All this is because of you. If you didn't humiliate me all day long and make me lose face in front of my classmates, how could I attack you and my daughter?"

Lu Chan retorted, "Father has given you everything he has. He has given you spiritual stones, elixirs, spiritual herbs, and even gold-forming elixirs. You actually have the heart to kill him? How could you do it?"

"He is very kind to me. However, he shouldn't have betrothed you to me and let me live in humiliation every day." Zhang Xiaofan said.

"Back then, it was clearly you who took the initiative to show your kindness to me, and it was you who proposed marriage to my father! Zhang Xiaofan, it was me who was blind, blinded by your disguise, and failed to see your wolfish ambition earlier! It was me who killed me father."

Lu Chan's voice was filled with deep regret and anger, and her eyes were like two sharp knives, glaring at Zhang Xiaofan.

"It's good to know. I have served you for a hundred years, and you should be satisfied."

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the Ghost Head Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The blade was filled with black energy and swung towards Lu Chan's neck.

Lu Chan looked at the slashing sword, with no fear in her eyes, only endless unwillingness and anger.

The long knife flashed past, and Lu Chan's head flew high into the sky.

Zhang Xiaofan was still angry and chopped Lu Chan's body into a pulp with one knife after another before giving up.

"Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Cang and his daughter are dead. Where are the 200-year-old dead man's vine and Chen Feihe's soul lamp?" Song Wen's voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Xiaofan took out a ghost flag unhurriedly and absorbed the souls of Lu Cang and Lu Chan into the soul flag.

With the injection of his mana, several second-level ghost generals sealed in the ghost banner slowly woke up.

They were like long-hungry beasts. When they saw the souls of Lu Chan and Lu Cang imprisoned in the ghost banners, they rushed over and started biting crazily.

Amidst the shrill screams, Lu Chan's soul was instantly torn into pieces.

Lu Cang's soul held on for a while, but due to the imprisonment of the soul flag, it could not hold on for long. It was also torn into pieces and eaten by several ghost generals.

After doing all this, Zhang Xiaofan finally spoke.

"Chen Feihe's soul lamp is with me."

While speaking, he took out a soul lamp, threw it to Song Wen, and then continued.

"But I only have one old branch of the two-hundred-year-old deadman's vine in my hand, and I don't have a whole deadman's vine that can be transplanted."

Song Wen's expression suddenly turned cold and he said in a deep voice.

"You fool me!"

Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly explained, "Ji Yin, I know that you have some friendship with Chen Yi, and Chen Yi's death is somewhat related to me. I'm afraid you won't mind if I carry a two-hundred-year-old dead man's vine with me. , kill people and seize treasures, and at the same time avenge Chen Yi.”

The corner of Song Wen's mouth twitched slightly, Zhang Xiaofan was right, he had this plan.

A long and narrow jade box appeared in Zhang Xiaofan's hand. When the jade box was opened, there was a ten-foot-long vine inside.

The vines are gray-white in color and about the size of three fingers.

"Ji Yin, this vine of the Dead Man's Vine has a medicinal age of two hundred and eighty years. If it is used for elixir refining, this vine is enough for you to refine twenty or thirty furnaces of elixirs."

"Do you want to use just one old vine to replace the entire dead man's vine?" Song Wen asked in a cold voice.

Zhang Xiaofan said, "Ji Yin, you misunderstood me. I thought I was no match for you, and I was worried that you would do something to me. So, I placed the dead man's vine in the cave and only cut off a section of the old vine to carry with me. This The old vine is just to gain your trust. When I return to the Corpse Demon Sect safely, I can bring the original Dead Man Vine to Corpse Demon Sect’s City and give it to you.”

The Corpse Demon Sect's Fang City is located at the foot of the Corpse Demon Mountain. Song Wen, a 'mid-stage Golden Elixir monk', absolutely did not have the guts to attack a Golden Elixir elder from the Corpse Demon Sect in the city.

Song Wen stared at Zhang Xiaofan with his eyes fixed, remaining silent.

For a moment, an invisible pressure filled the air, and the atmosphere became extremely heavy.

"Okay, I promise you." Song Wen suddenly spoke, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

Zhang Xiaofan felt his whole body relax, and the invisible pressure dissipated.

He smiled faintly, "Jiyin, don't worry, I will never break my promise. In addition, as compensation, Lu Cang and Lu Chan's storage rings will belong to you."

After speaking, he urged his magic power to condense several huge fireballs, burning the traces of the battle in the valley and the remains of Lu Cang's father and daughter to ashes.

As for the storage rings of the two, he used his magic power to pick them up and threw them to Song Wen.

"Jiyin, I will wait for you in the Blood Corpse Street of the Market at Youshi today."

After speaking, Zhang Xiaofan slowly took off and wanted to leave.

"Daoyou Zhang, wait a minute." Song Wen suddenly spoke.

Zhang Xiaofan hovered in the air, turned around and asked, "Jiyin, is there anything else?"

An egg-sized round stone suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.

As Song Wen injected a ray of magic power, the round stone emitted a faint light, which gathered in the air and gradually formed an image.

It was the scene of Zhang Xiaofan holding a knife and beheading Lu Chan with one knife.

Zhang Xiaofan's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this.

'Jiyin' actually used the image stone to record the process of his killing Lu Chan, and he was completely unaware of it.

"If I don't see the dead vine at the hour of You, this image stone will be copied thousands of times and circulated throughout the corpse demon sect market." Song Wen said.

Zhang Xiaofan stared at Song Wen for a moment, then turned away without saying a word.