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

Half an hour later, Song Wen arrived at the outskirts of the Misty Ghost City.

The location where he was now was at the entrance of a valley. The entire valley was shrouded in thick fog. The deeper into the valley, the thicker the fog became, making everything in the valley unclear.

According to the memory of the stall owner, if you follow a path in the valley and walk more than ten miles deeper, you can see the entrance to the ghost market located between two mountains.

Song Wen released his spiritual consciousness and found that it could only survey one mile. This fog could really interfere with the spiritual consciousness.

Song Wen was not in a hurry to enter the valley, but released all the Black Armor Gu. Fortunately, the fog did not interfere too much with the Black Armor Gu. With the help of the Black Armor Gu's ability, Song Wen could detect everything within a six-mile radius, which allowed Song Wen to detect everything within a six-mile radius. Song Wen felt much at ease.

Stepping onto the path, Song Wen headed deeper into the valley.

The path winds and twists forward.

The deeper you go into the valley, the thicker the fog becomes. You can only see two or three meters away, and the detection range of your spiritual sense is constantly being compressed. Gradually, your spiritual sense can only detect a hundred meters, with the help of the black armor Gu. , and can only detect a few miles away.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened along the way. Even if we occasionally encountered monks in strange attire, they would avoid each other tacitly and no conflicts would occur.

A quarter of an hour later, a mountain stream about a hundred meters wide appeared in Song Wen's perception. On both sides of the mountain stream were dark brown rock walls of unknown height. It's not that the mountain stream is at the bottom of a ten thousand-foot cliff, but that the height of the cliff exceeds Song Wen's perception, and he cannot determine the height of the cliffs on both sides.

At the entrance of the mountain stream, there were two ninth-level Qi-training monks dressed in black and wearing ghost-face masks. According to the memory of the short stall owner, these two people were the guards of the ghost market.

Song Wenxing walked up to the two guards and handed out two spiritual stones in his hands.

A guard put away the spirit stone and said in an angry voice.

"The ghost market will close at midnight. Before that, you must leave the ghost market."

Song Wen nodded and walked towards the mountain stream.

After walking another hundred or ten meters in the mountain stream, my eyes suddenly became brighter.

I saw a dark red paper lantern hanging on the cliffs on both sides, every ten meters or so. The lantern emits a dark red light, dispersing the thick fog.

On both sides of the mountain stream, quaint houses stretch into the distance.

In the middle is a wide road, which is crowded with people and many monks coming and going.

The quaint houses are shrouded in a bright red light, and there are still wisps of mist that have not been driven away. Coupled with the various weird and terrifying masks worn by the monks, this mountain ghost city really looks like the underworld. .

Song Wen walked along the street for more than two hundred meters and walked into an inconspicuous narrow shop.

There is no plaque hanging in this shop, and there are no products displayed in the shop. There is only a skinny middle-aged monk sitting in front of the counter, playing with a dark stone ball in his hand.

As soon as he entered the store, Song Wen felt a surge of spiritual consciousness sweep over him. He suddenly became alert. This skinny monk was a strong man in the middle stage of foundation building.

The spiritual consciousness swept past and was quickly taken back by the skinny monk.

Song Wen was wary of him, and he was a little wary of Song Wen, because the spiritual sense he had just detected did not detect any fluctuations in spiritual power on Song Wen's body.

When this happens, either Song Wen's cultivation is much higher than his; or Song Wen has completely restrained his spiritual power with the help of some secret technique or treasure; or Song Wen really doesn't have any cultivation.

How could a mortal with no cultivation be able to come to this foggy ghost city?

He is more inclined to believe that Song Wen has some kind of secret technique or treasure that has restrained his aura; after all, in order for him to be completely unable to sense any spiritual power fluctuations, at least a Golden Core monk is required. Even a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, he can Sensing spiritual energy fluctuations. When the golden elixir expert comes to the black market, he does not need to be so cautious and completely restrain his aura.

The skinny monk stood up and said to Song Wen, "Fellow Taoist, why do you come to this shop?"

"I wonder if there is a Xuanyin Stone here?" Song Wen wore a bull-head mask on his face, and his voice came from under the mask.

The stall owner bought the human essence and blood from this small shop. Song Wen, who knew nothing about the ghost market, planned to come to this shop first to try his luck.

"Xuan Yin Stone!" The skinny monk's voice sounded a little surprised.

That was a third-level spiritual object, and it was also a Yin-attributed spiritual object!

Is this person really a powerful person in the Golden Core?

Even if he is not a Jindan cultivator, he should be a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, otherwise he would not be exploring the third-level spiritual object Xuanyin Stone.

Surprised in his heart, but calm on his face, the skinny monk shook his head.

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, but I don't have Xuanyin Stone here."

"Sorry!" Without what he needed, Song Wen turned around and walked out of the store without stopping.

Seeing that Song Wen was about to step out of the store, the skinny monk suddenly spoke.

"Fellow Taoist, wait a moment."

Song Wen stopped, turned around, and asked doubtfully.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay here. Do you have any advice?"

"I know a place where there is Xuanyin Stone."

Song Wen became interested, "Oh? Fellow Taoist, are you trying to sell Xuanyin Stone information?"

The skinny monk shook his head, "I do know that there is Xuanyin Stone there, but I don't intend to sell the information."

Song Wen's breath suddenly became cold, and a faint killing intent filled the air.

Before entering the ghost market, Song Wen hid all his cultivation aura in order to give people an unfathomable feeling.

Since you are pretending to be a master, you must have the aura of a master.

"Fellow Taoist, are you kidding me?"

Seeing the misunderstanding, the skinny monk hurriedly explained.

"Don't be impatient, fellow Taoist, just listen to me and explain slowly."

"The Xuanyin Stone I'm talking about belongs to a foundation-building family, and this foundation-building family has a deep hatred against me."

"This family slaughters monks and mortals, extracts souls, and refines vicious ghost magic weapons. Unfortunately, the town where I was born was completely slaughtered by this family."

"My whole family, young and old, were brutally killed and their souls were extracted. They will never die with their eyes closed and will never be reincarnated. Their souls may still be trapped in some ghost weapon, and they were made into souls without intelligence. They were tortured and had no choice but to live forever. peaceful."

The skinny monk's tone became more excited and angry.

he continued.

"Over the years, I have been practicing hard every day just to take revenge."

"This family is inhumane and has committed countless crimes. I have contacted thirteen monks who have a blood feud with this family and will attack this family in the near future."

"I am telling you this because I want you to help me."

"First, eradicate this evil family and restore peace to the world; second, fellow Taoists can also obtain the Xuanyin Stone."

Song Wen listened to the other party's story quietly without any emotion.

He thought for a moment before speaking.

"Fellow Taoist's story is very desolate, but based on the words of fellow Taoist, it's too fanciful for me to risk my life and attack a foundation-building family."

"Even if what fellow Taoist said is true, I don't have the guts to go against a family of immortal cultivators who know nothing about it."

Song Wen's words seemed to be a rejection, but in fact they were a test. He wanted to see if he could get some detailed information about the cultivating family from the skinny monk.