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

"Mihai, even the three righteous people are not willing to help you. You hypocritical bald donkeys are indeed rats in the world of immortality. Everyone is shouting to beat you." Taihe said in a mocking tone.

Mihai looked a little gloomy and stared at Taihe with lightning eyes.

A powerful Buddhist aura emanated from his body.

The two sides faced each other tit for tat, and the atmosphere became cold.

At this moment, Gou Jun suddenly spoke.

"Okay, everyone. We are here for the secrets in the Divine Blood Temple, not to settle past grudges. If we want to sort out past grudges, we will probably have to fight several times. There are many crises in the Divine Blood Temple. , it’s better for us not to fight among ourselves.”

After hearing Gou Jun's words, Taihe and Xiling put away their magic weapons without hesitation.

"Mi Hai, since Fellow Daoist Gou Jun has spoken, I will let you go for now. The grudges between you and I will be settled after we finish our trip to the Divine Blood Palace," Tai He said.

Mihai made a Buddhist salute to Gou Jun.

"Thank you very much, Donor Goujun, for rescuing us."

Gou Jun said, "You're welcome, Master Mihai. There are many dangers in the Divine Blood Palace. There are many ghosts and zombies. Master will need to take action to subdue the ghosts and zombies."

"The poor monk must do his best," Mihai said.

A great war disappeared.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

The nine people began to exchange their cultivation experiences, and they looked peaceful.

However, the nine people were vaguely divided into several groups.

First of all, there is a clear line between good and evil.

Among the five evil people.

Xue Cangqiong from the Scarlet Blood Sect and Gui Ni from the Xuanyin Sect were closest to each other.

Taihe and Xiling were not far from Goujun, but they deliberately kept a little distance apart.

Among the four people on the right path.

Mihai was somewhat alienated from the other three, and seemed alone.

Lan Chen and Mo Yesue were very close to each other, like close friends. He put some distance between himself and Yang Yu.

More than four hundred miles away, Song Wen roughly sensed the situation of the nine people and stopped paying attention.

He was worried that excessive prying would arouse the alertness of the nine people.

He waited in place for several more days. It was less than half a month before the expected opening of the Divine Blood Palace, but Xue Mei still did not appear.

Song Wen decided to show up and no longer hide.

Waiting until the Divine Blood Palace is opened to suddenly appear, it will arouse the suspicion of the nine people.

Song Wen silently walked back hundreds of miles, then clung to the treetops, flew at low altitude, and slowly flew towards the direction of the nine people.

"Someone is coming."

Gou Jun was the first to notice Song Wen approaching, turned his head and looked in the direction of Song Wen, and at the same time spoke to warn everyone.

After everyone heard this, they all turned their attention to Song Wen.

After Song Wenfei approached, Gou Jun asked.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm unfamiliar with you, how about you call me?"

"I, Shura Cultist Yin Shuo, have met fellow Taoist Gou Jun, met fellow Taoist Xi Ling, met..."

Song Wen cupped his hands and clasped his fists, greeting the nine people one by one.

Regarding Song Wen's appearance, most of the nine people had a somewhat searching look in their eyes.

Xue Cangqiong of the Red Blood Sect stared at Song Wen coldly and asked everyone's doubts.

"How dare a mere early Yuanying monk enter the Divine Blood Palace? Where did you get the bronze key coffin?"

Among the nine people present, except for Taihe who was in the middle stage of Yuanying and Gou Jun who was at the peak of Yuanying, the others were all in the late stage of Yuanying, at least on the surface.

Therefore, it seems a bit strange that Song Wen, a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, suddenly joined.

"I got it by luck." Song Wen said in a humble tone.

"I don't know whether you have good luck or bad luck." Xue Qianqiong said with a bit of disdain in his tone, and said nothing more.

At this time, Taihe suddenly interrupted.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Shuo, we have a certain degree of friendship between you and me. Let me advise you to just retreat. The Divine Blood Palace is not something you, a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, can set foot in."

Song Wen was confused and turned to look at Taihe.

He didn't understand why Taihe suddenly became concerned about his own safety.

At this time, I heard Taihe continue to speak.

"Your cultivation level is too low. Entering the Divine Blood Palace rashly is tantamount to asking for death. It is better to retreat and practice hard in seclusion. When the Divine Blood Gate opens again three hundred years later, you can enter again. What's wrong with you? Lend me the bronze key coffin for now."

Song Wen suddenly understood that Taihe was not concerned about his own safety. He was coveting his bronze key coffin.

However, there is no bronze key coffin in Taihe. What is he doing here?

Could it be that he had known for a long time that he had a bronze key coffin and was here to steal his bronze key coffin?

In other words, the person he planned to rob was not himself, but someone else?

For example...blood eyebrows!

Taihe guessed that Xuemei had plans for the Divine Blood Palace, and determined that Xuemei would not miss the opening of the Divine Blood Palace. So, he planned to wait here?

Is this the reason why Xue Mei has not shown up yet?

Song Wendao said, "Thank you Taoist Taoist Taihe for your concern. However, I still plan to go in and take a look at the Divine Blood Palace."

"Hmph! I don't know whether to live or die..."

Before Tai He finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lan Chen.

"Taihe, the bronze key coffin belongs to fellow Taoist Yin Shuo, and his life is his own. It is naturally up to him to decide whether to enter the Divine Blood Palace, so why do you have to use your power to suppress others?"

Lan Chen turned his head, faced Song Wen, and continued.

"Fellow Daoist Yinshuo, since the demons don't welcome you, why don't you come to our righteous side? One more person will give us more strength after entering the God Blood Palace."

"Thank you, Fairy Lanchen."

Song Wen said, and floated towards Lanchen's location.

Seeing Song Wen flying over, Mi Hai made a Buddhist salute to Song Wen.

"Donor Yinshuo, I have heard Xiao Chan mention you many times, and Xiao Chan praised you highly. Today, I see that you are indeed extraordinary."

Song Wen was quite surprised by Mi Hai's sudden show of goodwill. He replied respectfully.

"Master, you are too kind. I have admired you for a long time. I am very lucky to meet you today."

Mi Hai said, "Master Yinshuo, your sect and my temple are neighbors, and we have some history in the past. Why don't we join hands and break into the God Blood Palace together?"

Mi Hai was at odds with Taihe and Xiling of the Jiugong Sect, and was also at odds with the three Yuanying cultivators of the righteous path. If he could win over Song Wen, at least he would have the strength to fight against Taihe and Xiling.

However, Song Wen did not want to be a pawn of others.

"I have just entered the Yuanying realm and my strength is low. There are many crises in the God Blood Palace. If you don't give up, I naturally hope to join hands with you and you." Song Wen said ambiguously.

After that, he did not give Mi Hai a chance to speak and accelerated to fly towards Lan Chen.