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

Under the gaze of everyone, Song Wen stepped towards an empty futon.

Seeing this, some people looked sarcastic, as if they were laughing at Song Wen's overestimation of his abilities.

Some people looked thoughtful, and their spiritual senses kept scanning Song Wen's body. They seemed to guess that Song Wen was hiding his strength and wanted to find out Song Wen's true cultivation level.

There are also some people who are indifferent. They glanced at Song Wen for a few times and then stopped paying attention.

Rong Jingyun looked surprised, as if he was a little surprised that ‘Wu Sheng’, who was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, dared to plot ten thousand years of spiritual liquid.

She looked at Song Wen, her lips slightly opened, and she opened her mouth several times, but in the end she made no sound.

Rong Jingyun shook his head, turned his head, and no longer paid attention to Song Wen.

The Canglan Secret Realm is opened every fifty years, and every time it is opened, a batch of ten thousand-year spiritual liquid will be condensed.

This main hall is the place where ten thousand years of spiritual liquid condenses.

At noon on the fifth day after the secret realm is opened, ten thousand years of spiritual liquid will be condensed in the stone bowl on time.

Occupying a stone futon is equivalent to announcing in disguise that the ten thousand years of spiritual liquid condensed in the stone bowl in front of the stone futon belongs to this person.

The secret realm has been open for more than forty hours, and there is only a little more than a day left until the ten thousand year spiritual liquid appears.

The monks who have ambitions for ten thousand years of spiritual liquid have basically come to the main hall.

However, in the next day or so, there will definitely be monks coming.

This is why monks in the later stages of foundation building would rather occupy a stone futon with others than occupy those empty futons.

Because they know that even if they occupy it now, they cannot hold it, and there is no need to ask for trouble.

That's why.

These people looked sarcastic when they saw that Song Wen, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, dared to occupy a stone futon by himself.

In the eyes of most people, this is almost the same as seeking death.

They were all waiting to see Song Wen's fate.

To the disappointment of these people, more than ten hours passed quickly. It was only less than three hours before the ten thousand years of spiritual liquid was condensed, and still no other monks appeared.

This made many people unable to restrain their greed and began to eagerly try to occupy the vacant stone futon and seize Song Wen's stone futon.

At this moment, three figures came over in the dust.

The visitors were none other than Feng Qi and the others.

When Feng Qi saw that there was still one free futon, he snatched it away without thinking and occupied the futon.

His stone futon is next to Song Wen, no more than a mile apart.

Feng Qi noticed that the person sitting on the stone futon next to him was Song Wen, and Song Wen was alone, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

But he didn't say much, just glanced at Song Wen lightly.

Leng Tianlu and the masked man who were following him had unkind expressions on their faces when they saw Song Wen occupying a stone futon alone.

Leng Tianlu stared at Song Wen fiercely, but did not make any drastic move. Instead, he ducked behind Feng Qi and stood still.

The hatred in the masked man's eyes was even stronger than Leng Tianlu's, and he headed straight towards Song Wen.

"In the middle stage of foundation building, who gave you the courage to monopolize a futon?" the masked man said to Song Wen.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

The masked man asked a question that most of the monks in the temple wanted to know.

Song Wen's face was startled, and he looked afraid.

He hurriedly jumped up from the stone futon and avoided it from a distance, as if he was avoiding a savage beast.

"I just saw that this futon was empty, so I took it. If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Song Wen's reaction shocked everyone in the hall.

Many of them thought that Song Wen had some trump card that could defeat the peak foundation-building monks, or that he had some powerful backers.

I didn't expect it, I just wanted to pick up the leak.

Moreover, Song Wen's performance was too cowardly, which was detrimental to the monk's face.

The masked man just asked a question, and without making any move, Song Wen handed over the stone futon, which really showed no shame at all.

Everyone looked at Song Wen with obvious contempt.

The masked man looked at the empty futon and was also stunned.

But he did not occupy the stone futon immediately. Instead, he stared at Song Wen with murderous intent.

His eyes were like daggers, as if he wanted to cut Song Wen into pieces with a thousand knives.

He suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards him.

The strong wind posed no threat and did not hurt him at all.

The masked man turned around and saw that the strong wind was coming from Feng Qi.

Feng Qi shook his head slightly towards the masked man.

Signal him not to act rashly.

The masked man reluctantly put away his murderous intent.

Then, he ducked and sat on the futon.

Seeing this, the other monks in the hall turned their attention away from Song Wen and focused on the masked man.

Only he and Ji Ruxue, who were in the late stage of foundation building, occupied a stone futon alone.

Pick the persimmons that are soft!

In the main hall, the monks who wanted to compete for more ten thousand years of spiritual fluid naturally focused on Ji Ruxue and the masked man.

Many people are ready to make a move.

Especially the four members of the Lei family and the six robbery cultivators who jointly occupied a futon.

Six tribulation cultivators, four men and two women.

The two girls are from the Hehuan Sect.

The four male cultivators were members of the Xuantian Sword Sect. Perhaps because they thought they were from the same sect as Ji Ruxue, or perhaps for some other reason, they did not show any ill intentions toward Ji Ruxue, but instead stared covetously at the masked man.

But the strange thing is that there are many people who are interested, but no one actually takes action.

When Song Wen occupied the futon, it was still early, so they chose to sit back and watch, which was normal.

At this time, it was less than three hours before the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Liquid condensed, and still no one rashly attacked the masked man.

Just because, so far, there has been no fighting in the hall.

No one wants to be the first.

Time passed slowly in a depressing and dull atmosphere.

Soon, it was less than half an hour before the ten thousand years of spiritual liquid condensed.

During this period of time, no one entered the hall again.

This means that the monks who have ambitions for ten thousand years of spiritual liquid are basically the people in the hall.

The other monks who entered the secret realm this time either did not have much interest in the ten thousand years of spiritual liquid, or they knew that they were not strong enough and did not want to take a trip into this muddy water.

In the main hall, people who wanted to get more ten thousand years of spiritual liquid looked at Ji Ruxue and the masked man, looking back and forth with murderous intent.

One of the six tribulation cultivators could not calm down at first.

This man has dark skin and a stocky build. He looks more like a country farmer than a cultivator.

He is a member of the Xuantian Sword Sect and a sword cultivator.

The farmer summoned a flying sword, and above the flying sword, the sword's intention was awe-inspiring.

A fierce murderous intention suddenly filled the entire hall.

This killing intent went straight towards the masked man.

"Give up the stone futon or die!" the farmer shouted sternly.

The sudden change immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The masked man once again became the center of attention.

But, just now, he was threatening others.

At this moment, he was threatened.

The masked man looked ugly.

We are all monks in the late stage of foundation building. Where did the other party get the confidence to be arrogant and speak arrogantly?

The masked man stood up and patted the spirit beast bag on his waist.

"Ouch!"

A giant wolf, more than ten feet tall, suddenly appeared in front of him.

The giant wolf is muscular and tall, with thick and powerful limbs, as if they were made of iron and stone.

The sharp fangs are like sharp short blades.

The claws are sharp, as if made of fine steel.

This is clearly a late second-order spiritual beast.