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

Seeing that Song Wen was not bewitched by Yu Da, Xing Chang glanced at Song Wen gratefully.

As long as Song Wen doesn't kill him and Yu Da doesn't dare to do it himself, he still has a glimmer of hope.

Yu Da stared at Song Wen and Xing Chang on the sand with a stern look.

"Master Xing, don't think that I can't do anything to you unless Wei Ding kills you. At worst, I'll waste some time and find a second-level monster's lair. As long as I throw you into the monster's lair, your death will be the same as mine." It doesn’t matter anymore.”

After saying that, Yu Da started laughing proudly.

The glimmer of hope that the prison chief had just raised disappeared in an instant.

"Wei Ding, since you don't want to kill Chief Xing, you can die now!"

Yu Da stood up suddenly, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, about to stab Song Wen.

Song Wen felt that he had initially gained the trust of the chief criminal, and it was time to kill Yu Da.

Suddenly!

Yu Da suddenly felt a sharp pain in his feet.

He was distracted to check for something strange on the soles of his feet. Between the lightning and flint, a cold light shot out.

The cold light was as fast as lightning, extremely fast.

The unprepared Yu Da had no time to react before the cold light pierced his chest.

His whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood frozen on the spot.

Yu Da covered his chest, his expression was painful, and his face gradually turned pale.

Between the fingers covering his chest, blood slowly seeped out.

The blood was not the normal scarlet color, but as black as thick ink.

Yu Da's eyes widened and he pointed at Song Wen with a trembling hand, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"you you..."

"Bang!"

Yu Da fell to the ground, and the boss's eyes slowly lost their luster.

Die with your eyes open!

The sudden change made Mr. Xing stand on the spot for a while, his mouth slightly open, a little at a loss.

"Ahem..."

Song Wen coughed a few times, as if the injury in his body was affected, and he coughed up a lot of blood.

He lay weakly on the ground, and a black box slipped from his hands.

There was a tiny pinhole on the box, and the cold light that just shot through Yu Da's chest was the thin needle that shot out of the tiny hole.

This box is a hidden weapon, and the tiny needles it shoots are extremely poisonous.

Song Wen didn't remember which monk he got this hidden weapon from.

The thin needles shot from the box are not very powerful attacks and can be easily blocked.

Song Wen used the Holy Armor Gu hidden in the sand to attack Yu Da's feet to distract him, and then Yu Da was struck.

Naturally, Chang Xing knew nothing about this, and he was not aware of the existence of the Holy Armor Gu.

He just thought it was Song Wen who used a hidden weapon to sneak attack Yu Da to death.

After Xing Chang was stunned for a moment, his eyes showed the surprise of escaping from death.

"Wei Ding, you killed Yu Da!"

Song Wen lay on the ground and replied extremely weakly.

"Yes, Mr. Xing."

Chang Xing was so happy that he couldn't help shouting loudly, "Okay, okay..."

"Young Master Xing, keep your voice down. You and I are seriously injured. If we attract other monks or monsters again, we may not be able to deal with it."

Chief Xing immediately stopped talking and asked in a lowered voice, "Wei Ding, what should we do next?"

Song Wendao said, "Put Yu Da's body away first to avoid being discovered. Then find a hidden place to recover from his injuries."

Xing Chang said, "You are right."

Song Wen's eyes flashed with disdain. This Chief Xing was really a loser and had no brains at all.

“Mr.

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Half a month later.

Chang Xing recovered from his injury.

Song Wen's pretended injury also recovered.

The two set off towards Fang Zhu Islands.

Fangzhu Island is the base camp of the Xing family, covering a huge area with a radius of more than 100,000 miles.

The Xing family has many people, but they cannot occupy such a vast island.

There are many casual cultivators on the island, and there are even mortals living in some remote places.

Fangzhu Island is far away, and the two of them flew for several months before arriving.

The two came to Fangzhu City on Fangzhu Island. This city was the largest city on Fangzhu Island and also the city with the largest concentration of monks.

The Xing family's residence is in Fangzhu City.

The Xing family has a large number of people, including hundreds of thousands of monks alone, and the cultivation resources they need are massive. Therefore, it attracted many outsiders to come and attach themselves to the big tree of the Xing family, seeking a place to survive and practice.

Over time, Fangzhu City became a huge city.

Fangzhu City is divided into northern and southern cities.

Beicheng is the residence of the Xing family. It has tall walls and prohibitions. Outsiders are prohibited from entering without the permission of the Xing family.

Nancheng is called a city, but in fact it has no high walls and is more like a huge city.

Song Wen and Xing Chang were still several miles away from Nancheng. From a distance, they saw a beautiful woman standing in the sky, looking forward to it.

Her face is as beautiful as the autumn moon, and her skin is as fair as snow. The bridge of the nose is high and the lips are red.

A pair of phoenix eyes are slender and slightly protruding, and the faint crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are like the waves of autumn water, adding a bit of the unique charm of a mature woman.

The hair is pulled up into a high bun, revealing a slender and elegant neck.

Wearing a long purple skirt, the skirt is embroidered with exquisite and complicated patterns, and the hem of the skirt flutters gently in the wind, like a fairy's waves.

A golden belt was tied around her waist, which perfectly outlined her graceful figure.

This woman is Xing Chang's mother, Shan Yue.

Her qualifications are not very good. After entering the Xing family, even with the massive resources provided by the Xing family, after more than 40 years of training, she can only reach the initial stage of foundation building.

This is not easy for ordinary people, but in the eyes of a cultivation family like the Xing family, it seems a little mediocre.

Behind Shan Yue, there were two maids in the Qi training stage, and the three of them stood on a flying boat.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed anxiety and worry.

This sadness added a bit of fragile beauty to her, which aroused people's pity and attracted countless male cultivators passing by to look sideways.

"mother!"

Mr. Xing shouted when he was far away.

When Shan Yue heard the sound, Feng's eyes couldn't help but shed tears, and there was joy in the tears.

She hurriedly activated the flying boat and leaned towards Chang Xing.

"Chang'er."

Shan Yue grasped Xing Chang's stretched out hands, and her voice was trembling with excitement, with a hint of crying.

Before arriving at Fang Zhucheng, Chang Xing used the jade slip to notify Shan Yue and informed him of his safe return.

My son went out for training and didn't come back for a long time. In recent days, Shan Yu has been filled with anxiety and worry.

After receiving the news about her son, she was eager to see him, so she couldn't wait to wait outside the city.

She pulled Mr. Xing and moved him up and down. After carefully looking around for several times, she felt relieved when she found that her son had no injuries.

"It's good to come back safely."

She stared at Xing's long face, her eyes full of doting.

In her eyes, Chang Xing was not a late-stage foundation-building monk, but just like Chang Xing's scholar attire, he was a scholar with no power.