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

Several miles away from where Song Wen was hiding.

There are three figures on the top of a big tree.

It was Feng Qi, Leng Tianlu, and the man wearing an iron mask.

The three of them all looked solemnly at the place ten miles away where the spiritual energy was fluctuating violently.

Feng Qi said, "The battle there is really strange. It has been going on for a quarter of an hour, and there is no winner yet."

The masked man said, "My Pathfinder Rat sensed that at least two people entered the battle circle, but no one came out."

Leng Tianlu said, "Only entering but not exiting? Is there any conspiracy?"

Feng Qi said, "No matter what conspiracy they have, it has nothing to do with us. Let the explorer rats monitor the surrounding movements, and we will wait until dawn and then leave."

The masked man suddenly became tense.

"No, one of my pathfinder rats died."

"Do you know who killed him?" Feng Qi asked.

The masked man shook his head.

"The distance is too far to detect. I'm afraid it's another monk attracted by the noise of the battle."

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In a wide open space more than ten miles away from the three people.

A pretty beauty fell to the ground.

The clothes are messy and spring is coming.

A few dozen meters away, stood a burly man.

The big man was wearing a cassock, and his head was smooth and smooth, with six ring scars left on it.

Every few dozen breaths, the big man would activate his spiritual power and use the fireball technique.

A fireball the size of a washbasin shot out and landed not far from the female cultivator, exploding into the sky and making an ear-splitting roar.

There were five monks hidden in the dense forest surrounding the clearing.

These five people all hide their auras and hide in the canopy of the tree.

"Except for the three idiots at the beginning, we have been lying in wait here for almost a quarter of an hour. I'm afraid no one will take the bait again."

The woman lying on the ground spoke.

Hearing this, the strong man was silent for a moment, and then he spoke.

"We really should evacuate this place. The time is too long and it is easy for others to see the flaws."

The woman climbed up from the ground, shook the dirt off her body, and rushed into the dense forest.

The strong man took off his cassock and put on a strong suit.

He wiped his hand on the top of his head, and the several ring scars on his head fell off immediately.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a monk to a burly body-refining monk.

Then, he followed the woman and disappeared into the dense forest.

The five monks hiding in the tree crown also disappeared and disappeared.

A night of silence.

The next day, early morning.

The sun gradually illuminates the entire secret realm.

At the same time, the thick fog was dispelled.

The view becomes wider.

Song Wen stood on the canopy of the tree with a few branches stuck in his head and did not leave immediately.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour.

About twenty places ahead, seven monks flew out, flying towards the mountains with their swords.

Waited for another half an hour.

A few miles away, three more figures flew out, also flying towards the mountain.

Song Wen looked at the retreating figures of Feng Qi and the others for a long time.

Until the three figures completely disappeared from sight, Song Wen still did not leave. After waiting for nearly half an hour, no other figures were seen.

Song Wen then released the Holy Armor Gu and explored the path ahead. Then, he ducked into the dense forest and walked through the dense forest with his sword.

After flying in the dense forest for two days, Song Wen finally arrived near the mountain.

This mountain is the tallest and largest mountain that Song Wen has ever seen.

Even the Corpse Demon Mountain, which has one hundred thousand disciples, is not as tall as this mountain.

It stands tall and straight into the sky, as if it is a giant standing between heaven and earth.

The mountain is covered with countless forests and streams, intricately connected.

Most of the mountain peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist, sometimes revealing a majestic corner, sometimes completely disappearing into the vast sea of ​​white clouds.

When the wind and clouds surge, the mountain peak looks even more majestic, as if it is a beast about to wake up, which is daunting.

Around the foot of the mountain, there are several lakes of different sizes.

In one of the lakes, which was dozens of miles in size, two giant beasts were fighting fiercely.

One is a ten-foot-long white tiger with two wings on its back.

One is a tuo (crocodile) dragon several feet long.

The body of the falcon is covered with thick scales, exuding a cold sheen.

Its tail and limbs are powerful, and each wave can stir up huge waves.

The dragon swung its thick tail and swept continuously, trying to draw the white tiger into the water.

The white tiger is strong and agile, and its wings are glowing with cyan light.

The wings flicked slightly and drew a light arc in the air, deftly avoiding the attack of the giant crocodile.

Sometimes it leaps high, sometimes it dives down, its claws and teeth are like knives, and it launches a fierce attack on the giant crocodile.

The two were fighting in the lake, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

The dragon kept approaching the white tiger with its powerful defense and impact. The White Tiger relied on its speed and agility to dodge cleverly and launch a counterattack.

In the end, the dragon successfully defeated the white tiger by virtue of its home advantage in the water.

The white tiger roared unwillingly, spilled a large amount of blood, flapped its wings, flew high into the sky, and escaped into the clouds.

The dragon stared at the direction where the white tiger disappeared, and its body slowly disappeared into the lake.

The battle between two third-level monsters attracted the attention of many outside monks.

Including Song Wen, at least twenty or thirty people noticed the fight between the two.

These people all regarded the lakes and the mountain tops in the clouds and mist as forbidden areas.

The place where the third-level monsters are entrenched is not something that they, the foundation-building monks, can peep into.

After the two monster beasts fought, the monks hiding in the darkness began to emerge.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge entrance on all four sides.

These entrances are ten feet high and all lead to the interior of the mountain.

The monks were either flying at high altitude or sneaking in the dense forest, and basically all headed towards these four entrances.

Song Wen waited in place for an hour. When there was no trace of the monks around, he ran towards the nearest entrance.

The entrance was built in a neat and elegant manner, but after countless years, it has become dilapidated.

The flat ground has become broken.

Stepping into the entrance, the surroundings suddenly became dark.

In addition, because his spiritual consciousness was limited, Song Wen could only release the Holy Armor Gu to guard the front and rear.

The passage winds and slopes downward.

After walking through Li Xu Land, Song Wen suddenly felt like he was being spied on.

Looking up, there were two bats hidden in the stone crevices at the top of the passage, without any spiritual energy.

These two ordinary bats were actually raised by a certain monk for exploring paths.

Since they had no aura, Song Wen subconsciously ignored them.

Using ordinary birds and beasts to spy is really hard to guard against.

Right now.

In the dark passage ahead, dozens of black needles as thin as hair shot toward Song Wen silently and as fast as the wind.

If it weren't for the Holy Armor Gu, which extended Song Wen's spiritual perception range to four hundred meters, according to the original perception range of one hundred meters, by the time Song Wen discovered these tiny needles, he might not have even had time to summon a spiritual weapon for defense. .