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

Looking at the group of casual cultivators who had left and returned, Jing Lu's eyes were full of anger.

A group of stupid and greedy fools were fooled by Su Jingtong's little trick.

As a result, his plan failed and Su Jing and others escaped in vain. Originally, he planned to kill all the Su family members in the mines in order to avenge the sect's destruction.

Although I don't like this group of casual cultivators, I can't fall out with them just yet, as there is still some use for them.

Jing Lu took the storage ring handed over by the scholar and distributed the ten thousand red blood spiritual crystals in it equally to all the robbery cultivators present.

"The benefits I promised you have been paid to you. There may be a lot of good things in the courtyards and caves of the mining area. It's up to you to find them yourself. Whoever gets it first will belong to him."

"Remember, when looking for things, destroy everything that cannot be taken away. It is best to blow up the mines."

When the casual cultivators heard this, their eyes lit up, and they all flew towards the courtyard below with their swords.

Jing Lu stood in the air, quietly watching the robbery cultivators, rushing into the courtyard.

Just now, the souls of many mining slaves disappeared inexplicably, which made him feel a little uneasy. He did not rush into the courtyard with the casual cultivators, but retreated for a while.

When the robbery capital entered the courtyard, a sudden change occurred.

The open space in the center of the courtyard suddenly collapsed.

A huge circular pit with a diameter of more than three feet and a bottomless depth suddenly appeared.

A majestic resentment mixed with a ghostly aura, like a black vortex, quickly spiraled up from the deep pit, straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and a sharp and shrill ghost roar suddenly sounded.

A huge ghost about ten feet tall rushed out of the pit.

His whole body was wrapped in black armor, and a strange red light shone through the gaps in the eyes of the helmet.

He held a giant sword nearly two meters tall in his hand. The sword was dark and filled with ghostly aura.

It was like a fierce ghost general who emerged from the hell battlefield and experienced endless fighting.

As soon as the black-armored ghost appeared, the whole courtyard was filled with howling wind and resentment.

When all the tribulation cultivators saw this, they were all frightened. The Ghost King's powerful pressure on the Golden Core cultivator made them unable to resist at all, and they fled in all directions with their swords.

The black-armored ghost king looked like a wild beast that had been released, his eyes were blood red, full of endless murderous intent.

It needs to kill, and it needs to use killing to vent the endless resentment it has accumulated over the past thirty years of being sealed.

The black-armored ghost king grabbed the nearest tribulation cultivator with his palm. Before this tribulation cultivator, who was in the early stage of foundation establishment, could react, he was torn in half by the black-armored ghost's claw.

The black-armored ghost casually took out all its internal organs, then raised his head and threw them into his mouth.

Its soul body is like a solid body. After a few simple chews, it swallows the internal organs into its belly.

As if he had eaten some kind of delicacy, his eyes were shining with a dazzling red light.

The body moved and turned into an afterimage. The wind was biting and the speed reached the extreme. It was like teleporting. In the blink of an eye, it was next to another robbery cultivator.

In the panic-stricken gaze of the robbery cultivator, the tall ghost opened its bloody mouth and bit the upper half of his body directly into its mouth.

Boundless ghost energy and resentment poured into Jie Xiu's body. Jie Xiu's body was instantly cold, his limbs were stiff, and he couldn't even use his spiritual power to resist.

The black-armored ghost king bit him off at the waist, and the upper half of his body, along with his soul, was swallowed by the ghost king.

...

Looking at the carnage below, Jing Lu felt a chill in his heart, turned around and fled into the distance.

He couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he had discovered the abnormality here beforehand and did not enter the courtyard rashly, otherwise his fate would not be any better than that of other casual cultivators.

"Is this the rumored ghost king who was sealed by the ancestor of the Su family? Why is it that he only has the strength of a pseudo-third level, as if his soul elixir has no power at all?"

"Is it possible that the power of this ghost king has not been fully restored, and that he only has a third-level soul body but no soul pill?"

Thinking of this, Jing Lu, who had already escaped for several miles, slowed down his sword and turned to look at the black-armored ghost who was still chasing Jie Xiu.

As soon as the Su family left, the ghost king who had been sealed for many years broke out.

This was obviously intentional by the Su family.

Jing Lu's eyes wandered, and he smelled a huge opportunity.

If he could obtain this Ghost King, his strength would be greatly enhanced, and it could even be said that he would be unrivaled among the foundation-building monks.

He lowered the flying sword and flew towards the dense forest below.

After entering the dense forest, Jing Lu restrained his aura and found a place to hide.

It is impossible for the Su family to leave the black-armored ghost king alone. They will definitely come to clean up the mess and either subdue him, kill him or seal him again.

Jing Lu decided to take a risk and see if he could have a chance to capture the ghost.

He was quite confident in his method of concentrating his breath. As long as the Su family's golden elixir ancestor didn't come in person, it would be difficult for other people in the Su family to discover his existence.

If he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to seize the ghost object, he would just waste a little time by not showing up.

...

As expected by Jing Lu, when the black-armored ghost king slaughtered all the robbery cultivators, five members of the Su family came with swords.

Since the Ghost King was chasing Jie Xiu and was out of the range of the formation, they had to first try to introduce the Ghost King into the formation.

He said to the four tribesmen behind him.

"Come with me."

Before he finished speaking, he took the lead and flew towards the courtyard.

The appearance of the five people from the Su family naturally attracted the attention of the Black-armored Ghost King.

The black-armored ghost king stirred up the dark wind in the sky and rushed towards the five people.

The two sides were still far apart when Su Jingtong threw the small black flag into the air.

In an instant, the small flag turned into a ten-foot-high ghost flag, and the flag on it suddenly stretched and lengthened, like a stretchable ribbon, rolling towards the black-armored ghost king.

The previously arrogant black-armored ghost king was surrounded by flags and flags, and it was difficult to break out of the encirclement.

"Quick, the four of you enter the formation and form a formation around the formation, and cooperate with me to activate the formation. My cultivation level cannot activate this ghost flag for a long time." Su Jingtong roared loudly.

The four Su family foundation-building monks followed the instructions and flew their swords to the four corners of the courtyard.

A few miles away, Jing Lu looked at this scene from a distance, his face full of surprise, and his eyes still had a hint of eagerness.

"The ultimate ghost weapon!"

The black-armored ghost king had been sealed in the underground formation for more than thirty years. He had just broken out of the seal and was trapped by the ghost banner. Naturally, he was furious, and his bloody eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The whole body was full of ghostly aura, like the stormy waves rolling up in the deep sea, constantly washing away the flags and flags surrounding it.

The flag was like a small boat in the sea. Swept by strong winds and huge waves, it was submerged by the ghostly aura in just a few breaths.

But this bought the Su family members valuable time, and they were already in their respective positions.

Su Jingtong stood directly above the center of the courtyard, while the other four people had reached the four corners of the courtyard.

The ghost flag turned into a small black flag again and landed next to Su Jingtong.