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

Xi Ling stared coldly at Song Wen who was getting closer and closer, and did not continue to ask about Taihe.

Perhaps, in her opinion, Song Wen could not threaten Taihe.

"How did you get here?" Xi Ling asked, with a hint of questioning in her tone.

Song Wen said, "Of course I climbed all the way from the bottom of the mountain."

"You passed through the fog? Didn't you encounter any monsters?" Xi Ling was a little surprised.

From her words, it was not difficult to hear that she had tried to step into the trail, but was eventually forced back by the monsters in it.

"Monster? What monster?" Song Wen looked confused, as if he had never seen any monsters.

The distance between him and Xi Ling was getting closer and closer. He had come to a place more than ten feet in front of Xi Ling.

Song Wen still did not stop his pace and continued to approach Xi Ling, as if he wanted to pass by her and fly to the door of the hall.

"Just now, I clearly heard the sound of fighting at the bottom of the mountain. Aren't you fighting with the monsters in the fog?" Xi Ling asked.

Song Wen paused slightly and slowly stopped.

Xi Ling actually heard the sound of fighting!

But there was no sound of fighting at this moment.

That means the battle is over and Gou Jun and others will come up at any time.

It is unlikely that he wants to get rid of Xi Ling.

After all, if Gou Jun and others see Xi Ling, they will definitely interrogate her. They will not let Song Wen kill Xi Ling easily.

Song Wen silently stopped performing the "Concentrated Soul Thorn" and gave up the idea of ​​taking out the Soul-Splitting Blade.

Song Wen smiled faintly. "It was not me who fought with the monster in the fog, but fellow Daoist Gou Jun and others. I was lucky and took a step ahead, and happened to miss the monster. However, why did fellow Daoist call the monster in the fog a monster?"

Xi Ling saw that Song Wen really seemed to have never met the monster, and she did not doubt it too much.

Her focus was all on the "Gou Jun and others" mentioned in Song Wen's words.

"Gou Jun is here too! Who else are there?" Xi Ling said.

"Yang Yu, Lan Chen, Mo Yexue, Mi Hai..." Song Wen said one by one.

When Song Wen mentioned 'Mi Hai', Xi Ling suddenly glared and interrupted Song Wen.

"Mi Hai is here too!"

"Yes, Master Mi Hai..."

Song Wen's words were not finished yet.

Then, a figure flickered vaguely on the hazy path.

Xi Ling suddenly felt murderous.

She raised her hand and summoned her set of mother and child blades.

A two-foot-long mother blade, plus nine two-inch child blades.

Ten blades, the blade light swallowed and spit, the blade aura overflowed, and made a buzzing sound.

Song Wen, who had originally planned to take the opportunity to get some information about the Corpse King Palace from Xi Ling, had to shut up.

Song Wen looked at the Corpse King Palace with its door closed, and thought to himself.

"It seems that, as recorded in ancient books, this Corpse King Palace has restrictions, and Xiling has not been able to enter it yet."

Just then, several sounds of breaking air came from behind Song Wen.

Gou Jun and his companions arrived.

Gou Jun glanced at Xiling and Song Wen in the square, as well as the Corpse King Palace, and his expression was stern.

"Xiling, how come you are here?"

The way Gou Jun questioned Xiling was exactly the same as when Xiling questioned Song Wen just now.

Xiling's gaze stayed on Xuemei for a moment before she replied.

"I was teleported here directly through the teleportation array."

"How long have you been here?" Gou Jun said.

"Ten days." Xiling said.

"Have you ever entered the Corpse King Palace?" Gou Jun said.

"No. The Corpse King Palace has restrictions, and I can't break it." Xiling said.

Gou Jun raised his hand and flicked his finger.

A stream of corpse gas, like an angry dragon, crashed directly into the gate of the Corpse King Palace.

Suddenly, extremely dense black air surged out from all parts of the hall.

The black air spun rapidly around the hall, gradually gathering into a terrifying black tornado.

The tornado rushed straight into the sky, stirring up the thick fog above the square.

A strong sense of oppression swept across the entire square in an instant.

The corpse gas shot by Gou Jun was easily crushed by the black tornado and dissipated into nothingness.

"Once someone approaches the Corpse King Palace within ten feet, or the Corpse King Palace is attacked, this black tornado will appear."

Xi Ling explained while hurriedly retreating to the edge of the square to avoid being caught in the black tornado.

Others followed suit.

Everyone looked at the tornado, and a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

They felt a special power in it.

This power has both the rhythm of life and the elegy of death.

It is so similar to Xuanqi.

Song Wen and Xue Mei looked at each other from a distance. What they felt in the black air was different from what everyone else felt.

The power contained in the black air was different from the mysterious qi. Instead, it was more similar to the magic power cultivated by the Corpse King Reincarnation Sutra.

"It seems that you have never entered the Corpse King Palace." Gou Jun said to Xi Ling, "You have been here for ten days. Have you been to the Demon Spirit Palace?"

"Demon Spirit Palace?" Xi Ling looked puzzled. "There is only this palace here. Where is the Demon Spirit Palace?"

Gou Jun smiled slightly when he heard it.

The location they are in now is not the top of the God Blood Peak.

The Demon Spirit Palace still needs to continue climbing up the mountain.

The road from the Corpse King Palace to the Demon Spirit Palace is also a stone path built by digging into the mountain.

The stone path is located behind the Corpse King Palace and is shrouded in thick fog and cannot be seen.

That’s why Xi Ling only knew there was a path down the mountain, but didn’t know there was a stone path up the mountain.

At this time, since there was no more attack, the black gas began to gradually flow back to the Corpse King Palace.

Lan Chen looked at the gradually weakening black tornado and asked.

“Fellow Daoist Xi Ling, this tornado is so powerful, won’t it attract monsters in the fog?”

Xi Ling said, “No. The monsters seem to be very afraid of this palace and dare not step into the square. I wanted to go down the mountain along the path, but encountered monsters halfway. I was no match for the monsters, so I had to retreat. But after retreating to the square, the monsters retreated on their own.”

“Thank you, fellow Daoist Xi Ling, for clearing up my doubts.” Lan Chen bowed.

Xi Ling bowed and said, “Fellow Daoists, has anyone seen my junior brother Taihe?”

After a moment, seeing no one replied, Xi Ling turned to look at Mi Hai, his eyes gradually cold.

"Mi Hai, is it time to settle our grudges? In order to escape from the Corpse Blood Mountain, you framed me and prevented me from catching up with the teleportation array, forcing me to stay in the Corpse Blood Mountain. If I hadn't had the small teleportation talisman, I would have perished in the siege of the corpses."

Mi Hai clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Xi Ling.

"Donor Xiling, this is my fault. But at that time, the situation was urgent, and I had to resort to this last resort in order to escape. I hope you can be magnanimous and not hold it against me."

"Humph!" Xiling snorted coldly, "Not hold it against me? Mihai, you say it so easily."

Mihai said, "Donor Xiling, you are safe and sound now, so why do you have to pursue the past? Besides, you came to the Corpse King Palace by chance, which is also a great opportunity. You know, we have gone through countless hardships and dangers, and survived many deaths before arriving here."

"So, I have to thank you?" Xiling said sternly.