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

Yin Bing hurriedly stopped and shouted loudly.

"stop!"

However, the spacecraft had no intention of stopping, and instead accelerated away.

Seeing this, Yin Bing hurriedly activated his body skills and turned around to pursue.

Three transparent sharp blades suddenly shot out from the tail of the spacecraft, pointing directly at Yin Bing's head.

Yin Bing's expression instantly became extremely serious.

Spiritual consciousness attack!

She didn't have time to think more and hurriedly summoned a precious mirror.

The treasured mirror is about one foot in size and hangs in front of Yin Bing. A ray of silver light shoots out from the treasured mirror.

Under the silver light, the three sharp blades began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the treasure mirror in Yin Bing's hand is only a low-grade soul defense magic weapon. It cannot completely stop Song Wen's "Concentration Thorn" and can only weaken the power of the spiritual blade.

After shrinking in a circle, the three sharp blades finally broke through Yin Guang's defense and pierced Yin Bing's head.

"ah..."

Yin Bing let out a painful groan.

Severe pain struck from the depths of his mind, as if the sea of ​​consciousness was about to be torn apart.

She gritted her teeth, trying to stay awake, and at the same time mobilized the power of the sea of ​​consciousness to resist the impact of the three sharp blades.

When the power of spiritual consciousness on the three sharp blades was about to be exhausted, Yin Bing's face did not show any signs of relief, but became panicked.

Just because a cold light shot out.

The speed of the cold light was astonishingly fast, covering a distance of several miles almost in an instant, and reflected in Yin Bing's eyes was a short blade shaped like a crescent moon.

Yin Bing retreated suddenly, and a small shield suddenly appeared in front of her.

Before she could activate the small shield, the cold light pierced the shield.

"when!"

Without mana to activate it, the shield has no power at all, and is easily repelled by the Void Breaking Blade.

The Void-Breaking Blade remained unabated, but due to the obstruction of the shield, its direction shifted slightly. The fatal blow that was originally aimed directly at Yin Bing's chest passed by her left arm. The left arm was broken at the root, causing a streak of blood.

Yin Bing was shocked and angry when his left arm was chopped off. However, what frightened her even more was that a platinum-gold fire ignited strangely on the wound of the broken arm.

The flames quickly burned along the broken arm and towards her shoulder.

Yin Bing hurriedly activated his magic power to extinguish the flames.

However, how could Song Wen let her have her wish?

The Void-Breaking Blade turned back and slashed towards Yin Bing's back heart.

At the same time, he used the "Concentrating Thorn" again to stab Yin Bing between the eyebrows.

In panic, Yin Bing finally activated his shield and blocked the void-breaking blade.

But he failed to activate the treasure mirror again to block the sharp blade of spiritual consciousness.

The sharp blade pierced the sea of ​​consciousness, as if his soul was being torn apart, and his consciousness became chaotic.

Yin Bing could no longer control his body shape and fell from a high altitude.

The Void-Breaking Blade took advantage of the void and pierced her chest.

When attacking Yin Bing, the spacecraft did not slow down at all and was already twenty miles away.

Song Wen waved three magic powers in the air, rolled up Yin Bing's body, shield and mirror, and the ship disappeared into the night sky.

"Who is this person?"

Shan Yue looked at the corpse being dragged onto the spacecraft and asked curiously.

Song Wendao said, "I don't know either."

"Then you still kill her?"

"She made the first move."

Song Wen answered while using the soul binding technique.

A large amount of black evil spirit emerged from his body, and the Guiyuan evil spirit condensed into a black barrier, shrouding the bodies of Song Wen and Yin Bing.

Shan Yue looked at the barrier that excluded her, with a look of displeasure on her face.

"Ji Yin, what do you mean by this? Is there some ulterior secret?"

Shan Yue was very dissatisfied with Song Wen's behavior of being on guard against her and unwilling to share any secrets with her.

Speaking of anger, she raised her foot and kicked the black barrier hard.

"Ouch!"

Shan Yue exclaimed as her toes hurt.

She felt like she was kicking on an iron wall, and her toes were about to break.

"Ji Yin, you heartless person, are you trying to do something shameful to that female corpse?"

Shan Yue sat on the deck with a face full of grievances.

He has no reservations about Ji Yin, but Ji Yin is always on guard against him.

A sense of sadness and grievance gradually filled my heart.

After a moment, the black barrier dissipated, revealing Song Wen's figure, and Yin Bing's body had disappeared.

Song Wen had a smile on his face and was obviously in a good mood.

He held a jade slip in his hand, and what was recorded on the jade slip was the "Ten Thousand Miles of Breathing Technique".

Song Wen was still aware of the transaction between Yin Bing and Xing Yixuan in Yin Bing's memory.

What Yin Bing said about Xing Yixuan was not entirely true.

She had long wanted to practice the "Ten Thousand Miles of Breath-Chasing Technique", but after exchanging it from the sect, she found that her spiritual consciousness was not enough to practice this technique.

When Xing Yixuan avoided Liangyi Sect and contacted her privately, she guessed Xing Yixuan's purpose.

She was ready to make a deal with Xing Yixuan at that time.

However, what Yin Bing didn't expect was that Xing Yixuan might be too eager to obtain the "Ten Thousand Miles of Breathing Technique" and offered a sky-high price that was completely beyond Yin Bing's expectation, a sky-high price that Xing Yixuan could not fulfill immediately. As a result, the transaction was postponed until half a month later.

After Song Wen learned about the transaction between the two, greed gradually arose in his heart.

That's a thousand high-grade spiritual stones!

A fortune that is enough to make Yuanying monk's heart beat.

Song Wenxing came to Shan Yue and squatted down.

"What’s wrong with you?"

In a good mood, Song Wen had the idea of ​​teasing Shan Yue.

Shan Yue touched her toes, with a look of grievance in her pained expression.

She raised her head and looked at Song Wen, her lips pursed tightly and her eyes sparkling with water.

"Did you hurt your foot? Come, let me help you take a look."

Song Wen didn't care whether Shan Yue answered or not. He held Shan Yue's ankle with one hand and gently took off the cloud shoes on her feet with the other hand.

Suddenly, a small foot that looked like white jade appeared in front of Song Wen's eyes.

The toes are slender and well-proportioned, and the tips of the toes are faintly pink, as if they are peach petals dotted on white jade.

The skin on the instep is fair and delicate, and the slightly exposed veins add to the beauty of softness and slenderness.

The toes are obviously red and swollen, but it does not affect the overall beauty, but makes people feel affectionate.

"It's just a cracked toe bone, nothing serious."

As he spoke, Song Wen's magic power surged into his hand and poured into his injured toe.

Shan Yue suddenly felt warm, and he didn't know if it was the feeling coming from his toes or from his heart.

Her cheeks were stained with a blush, like the rising morning glow, adding a bit of shyness to her pretty face.

Under Song Wen's magical power, the redness and swelling on his toes quickly subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The toe bone is injured, so I can only take pills."

"Come on, open your mouth. This is the third-level healing pill, the bone-producing pill."

Song Wen held the elixir between his fingers and handed it to Shan Yue's red lips.