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

Song Wen walked out of the cave and came to an empty area with no one around.

Song Wen placed the spirit beast bag on the ground and asked the black-armored ghost king and silver corpse to guard both sides of the spirit beast bag, ready to attack at any time. Then, he placed six Holy Armor Gu on the periphery, alerting them to any disturbances around them.

And he himself retreated two miles away. At such a distance, if an accident happened, he could use the "Blood Escape Technique" to escape in time.

A burst of spiritual power hit the spirit beast bag, and a two-foot-sized giant turtle appeared without warning, covered in scars.

Due to the serious injuries, the armored turtle fell into a deep sleep after being put into the spirit beast bag by Taoist Priest Qingyan. They used their turtle clan's unique innate secret skills to reduce the consumption of the physical body, and called on all available spiritual energy to repair the physical body as soon as possible.

Suddenly being released from the spirit beast bag, the secret technique was broken, and the iron-backed turtle suddenly woke up. It immediately realized that its original owner was dead.

At this time, it noticed a ghost and a corpse, one on the left and one on the right, attacking the gap in its shell, obviously wanting to kill it.

Two miles away in mid-air, there was a figure standing, staring at it with burning eyes.

"Don't kill me, I can serve you as my master."

A voice suddenly appeared in Song Wen's mind. The voice sounded a little old, and it was obviously coming from the iron-backed turtle.

At that moment, a trace of hesitation flashed in Song Wen's heart.

The temptation to be regarded as the master by a third-level spiritual beast is too great.

But in an instant, Song Wen was forgotten.

The image of the Iron-backed Turtle is too conspicuous, and it will be recognized by people at a glance. It belongs to Taoist Aunt Yuan Qingyan. Even the spirit beast bag it lives in has the unique standards of the Beast Control Sect.

The most important thing is that the strength gap between Song Wen and the Iron-backed Turtle is too far, and he and it still have a hatred of killing their master. It may forcefully cancel the soul contract at any time by virtue of its cultivation that far exceeds Song Wen, and choose to devour the master for its original destiny. Taoist nun Qingyan takes revenge.

Song Wen didn't dare to leave such a big hidden danger around.

The iron-backed turtle was too weak, and the long sword in the ghost king's hand penetrated into his body without any hindrance. The majestic ghost energy exploded and raged in his body.

On the other side, the Corpse King did the same thing. He pierced the flesh with his hands and pulled hard, and the iron-backed turtle's left forelimb was ripped off.

Under the attack of one ghost and one corpse, the iron-backed turtle quickly lost its breath.

What Song Wen never noticed was that the moment the dying Iron-backed Turtle appeared, the six Holy Armor Gu were ready to move.

As soon as the Iron-backed Turtle died, the six Holy Armor Gu swarmed in like cats that had smelled the fishy smell, burrowed directly into the Iron-backed Turtle's body, and headed straight for the Iron-backed Turtle's demon elixir.

The iron-backed turtle and pigeon egg-sized demon elixir was quickly eaten away by six holy armor Gus, and less than half of it disappeared.

Six holy armor Gu emerged from the iron-backed turtle's body, and flew back to Song Wen's body as if they were full.

Seeing that the iron-backed turtle demon pill was rapidly losing spiritual energy, Song Wen hurriedly used the secret technique of corpse path to seal the iron-backed turtle corpse and slow down the loss of spiritual energy.

Since the Holy Armor Gu is interested in the body of the Iron-backed Turtle, he should keep it as the Holy Armor Gu's ration.

After solving the iron-backed turtle, Song Wen returned to the previous cave again.

After setting up the "Qi Condensing Spirit Formation" and the "Nine Palaces Transforming Yin Formation", Song Wen began to practice.

Both the black-armored ghost king and the silver corpse were seriously injured and needed to be nursed back to health.

The spiritual materials needed for the Ghost King's recovery were mainly ghosts and various ghost spiritual objects. Song Wen got a lot of them from Jing Lu and other casual cultivators, which were just suitable for the Ghost King's use.

Song Wen also has no shortage of the corpse path spiritual materials needed for the silver corpse.

After using various spiritual objects to sacrifice the two, the ghost king stayed in the Eight Banners Ghost Flag, and the silver corpse stayed in the corpse coffin, and slowly went away to cultivate.

Song Wenze calmed down and began to meditate.

"Longevity Gong" has only advanced to the foundation building stage for half a year. It can be said that it has just stabilized the realm of the foundation building stage, and then it has advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through the middle stage of foundation building.

If spiritual power grows too fast, it will inevitably lead to an unstable foundation.

Song Wen needed to meditate for a long time to stabilize his cultivation.

...

half year later.

Two figures, a man and a woman, appeared on the edge of the rocky cliff.

The man was about forty years old, with a third-level Qi cultivation level, and his figure was somewhat thin.

The woman was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a second-level Qi cultivation level, and she was petite and pretty.

"Dad, look! It's Wind Spirit Grass."

The girl looked surprised and pointed at the cliff below, dancing and shouting.

The middle-aged male cultivator heard this and looked in the direction pointed by the girl.

Twenty feet above the cliff below, in a crack in the rocks, grew two inch-high spiritual grass, swaying in the wind.

Judging from the growth of the two spiritual herbs, they should be more than fifty years old.

Wind Spirit Grass is a first-level middle-grade elixir. These two Wind Spirit Grasses are worth at least twenty spirit stones, which is a huge amount of income for low-level casual cultivators like them.

A bundle of rope appeared in the male cultivator's hand, and he tied one end of the rope to a big rock on the edge of the cliff, and tied the other end to his waist.

Having collected herbs all year round, the male cultivator knew very well that this seemingly calm cliff might be hiding unknown dangers.

A strong wind may blow at any time on the edge of the cliff, and poisonous snakes and insects hidden in the crevices of the cliff may give him a fatal blow. He is tied with a rope, so at least he does not have to worry. If an accident occurs, he will fall to the bottom of the cliff due to panic and die.

"Qingqing, you wait here for dad, don't move around, I'll go down to collect the wind spirit grass."

"Yeah!" The girl named Qingqing nodded hurriedly.

The middle-aged male cultivator used his hands and feet to climb up the steep cliff like a nimble ape.

The girl was pacing in place on the top of the cliff, feeling both happy and a little worried about her father's safety.

From time to time, she poked her head out of the cliff to observe her father's position.

Soon, the middle-aged male cultivator came to the crevice where the Fengling grass grew, and smoothly picked the Fengling grass. Just as he was about to put the Fengling grass away in a jade box, he heard his daughter's voice on the top of the cliff. , let out a scream.

Looking up, I could no longer see my daughter, but I could hear her cry for help.

The middle-aged male cultivator's face changed drastically, and he didn't care much. A yellow talisman appeared in his hand, and his spiritual power activated the yellow talisman, and his body rose up.

This is a flying talisman. It is the only first-level mid-grade talisman on his body. It is used to save his life in times of crisis.

The middle-aged male cultivator came to the top of the cliff and saw that the place where they were standing had collapsed, and a hole of ten feet in size appeared.

It was pitch black deep inside the cave, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Qingqing, Qingqing..."

The middle-aged male cultivator shouted loudly as he flew down, not caring about the possible dangers in the cave.

The hole is not vertically downward. It is winding and winding. In some turning places, you can still see fresh friction marks, which were obviously left by the girl when she fell.