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

After Wu Ren smashed his aquiline nose, his speed did not slow down and he continued to fly in the direction of the Corpse Demon Sect.

"Wu Ren, you are a rat who knows how to run away in panic, but you still dare to kill my sect in vain. Today, you will be crushed to ashes!"

A cold female voice came from behind.

A stunningly beautiful female cultivator was chasing after her with a sword.

The skirt is fluttering, and the red dress is fluttering in the wind. The eyes are bright and lively, the figure is heroic, the red dress is like fire, and the sword is like snow.

One person and one sword fight between heaven and earth!

"Yan Ning Sword! Cut!"

The dazzling sword light soared into the sky, as powerful as a swimming dragon!

The snow-white sword cut through the night sky, shining with cold light.

Facing the sky-shattering sword of the woman in red, Wu Ren didn't even look back.

A large amount of pitch-black corpse evil energy surged out of his body,

The aura of the corpse evil was like a black dragon, snaking and roaring in the night sky, seeming to make the night sky a little darker.

The evil spirit soared straight into the sky, heading towards Yan Ningjian.

The evil dragon was crushed by the soaring sword light, and the power of the sword quickly declined, making him unable to pursue Wu Ren any longer.

Don’t wait for Wu Ren to take a breath!

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the brilliant power of heaven gathered in the nine heavens. Small silver lightnings wandered and gathered among the dark clouds.

A shocking silver snake, like a huge sword, pierced the night sky and headed straight for Wuren below!

Wu Ren's expression suddenly changed as he was escaping, his eyes filled with horror.

Yushu Heavenly Thunder!

Seeing that the silver snake was about to bombard Wu Ren, Wu Ren's body suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The silver snake pierced the blood mist and bombarded the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth shook, sand and rocks flew, and trees with a radius of a hundred meters were wrapped in silver and turned into powder.

An old man with white hair and a boyish face appeared next to the blood mist scattered by the thunder, gnashing his teeth and whispering to himself.

"Blood Escape Technique! Damn it! I couldn't keep this staff member."

The woman in red flew up to the old man.

"Senior Brother Lei Jun, did Wu Ren escape?"

Lei Jun nodded and said with some regret.

"He used the blood escape technique. With his rich essence and blood in the middle stage of the golden elixir, he could escape at least a hundred miles away. It would be difficult to find him."

"However, he won't feel better. He didn't completely avoid the Yushu Sky Thunder, so he should be seriously injured."

The woman in red raised her eyes and looked around. The dense forest was shrouded in shadows under the dark night sky.

There is no clue in a hundred miles, and it is not easy to find someone who wants to hide it, even if she is a golden elixir monk.

After a while, Lei Jun turned his head to look in the direction of the Corpse Demon Sect and said.

"Junior sister Yan Yuyan, I am going to the Corpse Demon Sect to help my fellow disciples, can you go with me?"

The woman in red named Yan Yuyan shook her head.

"I'll look for traces of Wu Ren first. If I don't kill this demon, I won't be willing to do it."

Lei Jun nodded and said.

"Junior sister, be careful. Although Wu Ren has been seriously injured, the demonic monks are full of tricks, so don't take it lightly."

...

After Song Wen got rid of the aquiline nose, he used the blood escape technique and escaped all the way to the east.

Song Wen, who was escaping, suddenly saw a soaring sword light behind him, followed by shocking thunder falling from the sky. Even though he was dozens of miles away, it still frightened him.

"Is this the power of the golden elixir monk who has cultivated magic power?"

After advancing to the golden elixir, the spiritual power in the monk's body will turn into mana, and its power will be more than ten times greater.

When I swallowed a golden elixir, I realized that my fate was not up to my fate!

Golden elixir monks can live five hundred years!

Song Wen, who was running wildly, suddenly saw a mass of blood mist emerging without warning not far ahead, and a figure fell out of the blood mist.

This strange scene made Song Wen, who had just been shocked by the powerful power of the Jindan monk, feel trembling.

Without hesitation, he changed direction and rushed out diagonally towards the left hand side.

As soon as Song Wen ran two miles away, he felt a powerful spiritual consciousness sweep over him, and at the same time a voice sounded in his ears.

"Junior, come here!"

Song Wen immediately froze and did not dare to move. The pressure on his spiritual consciousness was too terrifying and he could not resist it.

But the man was obviously injured, and Song Wen did not dare to approach an injured powerful demon cultivator easily. Who knew if he had ever practiced the secret method of swallowing blood to heal wounds.

Perhaps seeing through Song Wen's worries, the voice continued.

"Junior, don't worry. I am Wu Ren, a Jindan monk from the Corpse Demon Sect. I was seriously injured and I need your help to return to the sect."

"Seeing that you are covered in corpse aura, surrounded by evil aura, and you are performing the first level of the "Blood Escape Technique", you must be a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect."

"It's just that I know most of the more than two hundred foundation-building monks from the Corpse Demon Sect. Why haven't I met you?"

Hearing this, Song Wen didn't dare to go back even more.

The person behind him turned out to be Wu Ren!

Wu Ren had seen his true appearance at the exit of the Withered Blood Secret Realm, and he was not disguised now.

Thinking of this, Song Wen felt like a frightened bird, terrified and uneasy.

The more you fear something, the more likely it is that it will happen.

After a while, Wu Ren's voice sounded again.

"I recognize your face. A few months ago, you entered the Withered Blood Secret Realm. At that time, you only had the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi training. In just a few months, you have already established the foundation. You hid your cultivation level at that time!"

Wu Ren's voice became more and more excited and angry.

"Junior, is Wu Sui's death related to you?"

Song Wen suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming down, like Mount Tai pressing down on top.

At this moment, Song Wen felt as small as an ant.

Wu Ren's figure suddenly appeared in Song Wen's sight.

"Junior, suffer death!"

Wu Ren slapped Song Wen on the head.

"Bang!"

Song Wen's body exploded and turned into countless tiny fragments.

Wu Ren was about to arrest the soul, but found that there was no soul nearby.

After taking a closer look, he realized that the body that exploded was a living person. It was clearly a puppet made of a dead corpse.

"The Art of Substitution!"

Wu Ren's eyes were gleaming, with a hint of greedy eagerness in his anger.

With a quick scan of his spiritual consciousness, he discovered that Song Wen was already seven or eight miles away.

...

After Song Wen blocked Wu Ren's attack with a surrogate puppet, he used the black armor Gu's ability to extend his spiritual consciousness to replace himself to the farthest place he could reach.

As soon as he landed, he felt Wu Ren's spiritual consciousness sweeping over him again.

Fear and powerlessness fill my heart!

The golden elixir monk was so strong that even though Wu Ren had been seriously injured, he was still so powerful that he had no room to resist.

But Song Wen didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He tried his best to calm down and tried to find a way to survive.

My thoughts are racing!

Thoughts passed through my mind one by one.

Suddenly!

Song Wen thought of the sword light and thunder falling from the sky.

He seemed to be grasping at straws.

Song Wen used all his spiritual power, took a deep breath in his chest, exhausted all his spiritual power and strength, and roared to the sky.

"Uren is here! Uren is here! Uren is here..."

After shouting five times, a corpse evil spirit rolled in like a dragon.

Song Wen's body was smashed into pieces again.

"Is he a scapegoat again?"

Wu Ren stared at the exploded corpse puppet with burning eyes.

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind him.

Song Wen held the three-foot-long flying sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon, and stabbed him in the back of the heart.