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

"good!"

Wu Sui looked excited and said loudly.

"Junior Brother Jiyin is indeed a forthright and trustworthy person. I will hand over the Tianling Fruit to Junior Brother now."

While talking, Wu Sui walked quickly to the place where the clothes were piled.

Ying Ni endured the severe pain and shouted in anger.

"Ji Yin, how could you be so stupid and believe Wu Sui's lies so easily? How could such an ignorant person like you reach the ninth level of Qi training in the corpse demon sect that eats people without spitting out their bones? .”

Song Wen seemed to have been woken up by Ying Ni's words. When Wu Sui was still more than twenty meters away from where the storage bag was placed, he suddenly shouted.

"Senior Brother Wusui, stop."

Song Wen's voice suddenly sounded, causing Wu Sui's steps to stop abruptly.

He looked at the storage bag not far ahead, his eyes full of eagerness.

However, he still had patience, forced a smile, and said to Song Wen.

"Junior Brother Jiyin, what's wrong?"

Song Wendao said, "Senior Sister Yingni's words don't make sense. Since I have thrown away the storage bag, shouldn't Senior Brother also show his favor and temporarily cancel the spiritual shield on his body?"

Wu Sui glanced at Song Wen, and then returned to the storage bag again.

Next to the storage bag, there is also a corpse bag. In the corpse bag is a corpse puppet made from the body of the body-refining and foundation-building monk.

Wu Sui glanced back and forth at Song Wen, Song Wen's storage bag, and body bag.

After a moment, he seemed to make up his mind.

"Okay, I agree with what junior brother said!"

He was fifty meters away from Song Wen. At such a distance, even if Song Wen still had a trump card, it would be enough time for him to activate the mana left by Wu Ren and condense the spiritual shield again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cyan light shield on Wu Sui disappeared without a trace.

Wu Sui stared at Song Wen, fearing that Song Wen would take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

To his joy and surprise, Song Wen did not take the opportunity to make a sneak attack, but watched helplessly as he approached the place where the clothes were piled step by step.

Close!

Ten meters!

Eight meters!

Six meters!

Wu Sui was very excited, the body bag was right in front of him.

When the distance was less than three meters, Wu Sui suddenly jumped up and grabbed the body bag on the ground.

"Roar!"

The pseudo-second-order corpse puppet made from the corpse of a foundation-building monk suddenly appeared.

The corpse puppet strode forward, chasing the wind and lightning, with murderous intent, heading straight for Song Wen.

At this moment, Wu Sui's face was full of ridicule and murderous intent.

"Extremely Yin, suffer death!"

Ying Ni's eyes turned gray again. She originally thought that if Song Wen won, she might still have some hope of living.

However, the great situation was ruined by Ji Yin, a fool.

How foolish!

How could a person in the devil's path be so trusting of others!

Facing the corpse puppet with billowing corpse aura and monstrous aura, Song Wen looked flustered, his face full of panic and uneasiness.

Seeing that the corpse puppet was about to kill him, Song Wen patted the corpse bag on his waist.

A corpse puppet at the ninth level of Qi training jumped out and stood in front of Song Wen.

And Song Wen himself turned around and ran out of the cave!

"Run? Jiyin, do you think you can still run away?"

"Hahaha..."

"You're not stupid enough to think that an ordinary corpse puppet at the ninth level of Qi training can resist a corpse puppet like mine? There's no way you can escape from my grasp!"

Wu Sui's proud laughter resounded throughout the cave.

As if to confirm what Wu Sui said, the two corpse puppets just came into contact.

The zombie puppet at the ninth level of qi training had no power to resist. The pseudo-second-level corpse puppet grabbed its neck with one hand and its waist with one claw, and lifted it up.

The pseudo-second-level corpse puppet suddenly exerted force, and the ninth-level Qi-training corpse puppet with an impregnable body was torn in half.

The pseudo-second-level corpse puppet casually threw the remains out, raised his legs a few steps, and chased after Song Wen.

He slapped Song Wen on the back of the head with one palm.

"Bang!"

Song Wen's head was like a watermelon falling from a high altitude, exploding into pieces and splashing all over the ground.

Wu Sui's face was full of arrogant pride.

Even though he was extremely sinister, even an outer disciple who dared to go against him was simply seeking death.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh sounded behind Wu Sui.

A shriveled, black sharp claw with cold nails pierced his back and came out from his chest.

Above the sharp claws, the corpse evil energy was like countless sharp blades, raging inside his body, twisting his internal organs into sauce.

Looking back, I saw that it was Ji Yin who was supposed to be dead!

Shouldn't Ji Yin be dead?

Wasn't his head smashed by a corpse puppet?

Why did he suddenly appear behind him?

With endless questions, Wu Sui gradually lost his breath.

The blood and soul in Wu Sui's body quickly gathered into Song Wen's body. At the same time, there was also a divine thought that gathered into Song Wen's body.

"Junior, if you dare to kill my direct grandson, I will make your life worse than death!"

...

at the same time.

Corpse Demon Mountain, a cave near the top of the mountain.

An old man suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood surging in his eyes.

Two rays of light shot out from his eyes, as if they could cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and shoot to the secret realm of withered blood thousands of miles away.

"Sui'er is dead!"

"No matter who the murderer is, I will cut you into pieces."

The voice of hatred echoed in the cave.

After a moment, Wu Ren's expression changed slightly, and his face was full of disbelief.

"How come the soul that I left in Sui Er suddenly disappeared!"

"Sui'er should be in the Withered Blood Secret Realm at the moment. With the magic power and pseudo-second-level corpse puppet I gave him, who can kill him?"

After thinking for a long time, Wu Ren stood up and headed towards the withered blood secret realm.

...

Song Wen felt the divine thought being swallowed by him and sighed in his heart.

A person with a profound background like Wu Sui is indeed different from ordinary people, and he has too many trump cards.

Even death will bring fatal threats to people.

But when he met himself, he still failed.

That divine thought has been swallowed up by the sea of ​​consciousness and has become the nourishment of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Previously, the person whose head was smashed by the second-level corpse puppet was the substitute puppet.

In order to better distinguish the fake from the real one, Song Wen made a simple disguise for the stand-in puppet, making the stand-in puppet somewhat similar to him in appearance and body shape.

This completely confused Wu Sui. He believed that the person killed by the second-level corpse puppet was Song Wen's true body.

Song Wen devoured the blood and soul of Wu Sui's corpse and walked up to Ying Ni.

Ying Ni was injured too seriously and did not receive timely treatment. Her current condition was extremely poor and she was not far from dying.

Seeing Song Wen's arrival, Ying Ni's eyes flashed with the desire for life.

She used her remaining strength to raise her upper body and begged.

"Junior Brother Jiyin, please save me. I can swear an oath to serve you as my master and obey all your orders."

Song Wen's eyes swept over her body, her beautiful face, slender and well-proportioned figure, and the huge blood hole in her Dantian.

Ying Ni knew too many of his secrets, and for her own safety, Ying Ni had to die.

Moreover, Ying Ni is already a useless person. Even if she really wants to be his slave, what's the use of being a useless person.