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

The sneak attack was a sudden attack hundreds of meters away.

This distance is beyond the range of the sneak attacker's perception, and the sneak attacker has no choice but to control the many thin needles like an arm.

Some thin needles plunged into the rock wall of the passage while flying.

However, most of the fine needles were still shot towards Song Wen accurately.

Song Wen thought, and the turtle and snake shield appeared.

The turtle and snake shield had just transformed into the size of a person, protecting Song Wen, and the thin needle was already in front of him.

The moment the thin needle came into contact with the shield, it made a tinkling sound, like the sound of plucked strings.

All the thin needles were blocked by the shield and fell to the ground.

Song Wen raised his hand and waved out several rays of spiritual power.

The spiritual power rolled up the thin black needles one after another.

The thin needle flew towards the dark passage behind Song Wen like an arrow from the string.

These black thin needles are obviously the spiritual weapons of a certain monk, but the distance at this time exceeds the range of the sneaker's spiritual perception, making it impossible for him to control the thin needles.

In order to be safe and avoid the thin needle being recalled by the opponent, Song Wen simply threw it far away.

At this time, Song Wen sensed that a bald man entered his range of perception.

This man was wearing cassocks, with a ring scar on his head, and looked like a monk.

Immediately afterwards, four men and two women, a total of six people, followed behind the bald man and entered the sensing range.

These seven people were very fast and rushed towards Song Wen.

The bald man had a hint of surprise on his face.

"Hey! All my dragon beard needles were in vain."

Song Wen's expression turned cold.

To be so unlucky, before he could find any elixir, he encountered a group of robbing cultivators.

As soon as they entered the secret realm, these seven people went around killing the monks.

Obviously, the seven people had already planned before entering the secret realm.

Their purpose of entering the secret realm was not to find the elixir in the secret realm, but to rob other monks.

There were seven people on the other side, all of whom were late-stage foundation-building monks.

If he didn't use the Silver Corpse and the Ghost King, it would be difficult for Song Wen to keep all seven of them.

This place is too close to the entrance of the passage, and other monks may pass by at any time. It is not suitable for using Silver Corpse and Ghost King, and there is a risk of exposure.

Four Holy Armor Gu were left, hidden in the stone cracks of the passage, and Song Wenhua was an afterimage, retreating toward the rear.

Just after retreating tens of meters, the two Holy Armor Gu responsible for monitoring the movement behind them heard another message.

Someone is coming from behind.

Three monks from Hunyuan Temple came with a rather unkind look on their faces.

One of the monks had several small holes poked into his face.

The whole face turned black, obviously poisoned.

However, the pores on his face were not pierced deeply, and the poison did not penetrate deep into his body, so he used his spiritual power to force it out.

"Which bastard is throwing poisonous needles around!"

The poisoned monk roared through gritted teeth.

Those poisonous needles were thrown with great force, flying around in all directions.

After he turned a corner in the passage, he was accidentally pricked by several poisonous needles.

These three monks are all at the peak of foundation building.

Song Wen looked at the seven tribulation cultivators in front of him and then at the three monks behind him, with a somewhat stunned look on his face.

He was blocked by both sides.

After Song Wen thought for a moment, he took out a piece of poisonous weed from the storage ring, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

In an instant, Song Wen's skin all over his body turned black, as if he was deeply poisoned.

He staggered and ran towards the three monks.

"Fellow Taoists ahead, be careful. There is a calamity cultivator, so run away quickly."

Song Wen looked like a chivalrous man, looking worried about the safety of others, and reminded the other party loudly.

When the distance between the two parties is less than a hundred meters, they have entered the sensing range.

Song Wen's attitude changed sharply and he cursed loudly.

"It turns out that you and Jie Xiu are in the same group. You monster monks from Hunyuan Temple eat fast and chant Buddha's name all day long. You appear to be sanctimonious, but in fact you harbor filth, burn, kill, loot, and commit all kinds of evil."

Song Wen's curse made the three monks feel confused.

After entering the secret realm, they have been acting cautiously and have not done any evil yet. How come they have the reputation of "doing no evil".

However, the three monks saw Song Wen getting closer and closer and became wary.

A short monk raised his hand and waved, and his cassock flew out and hung above the heads of the three people.

The cassock kept spinning, emitting bursts of golden light, covering the three monks.

Above the golden light, scriptures are constantly circulating.

This cassock is obviously a defensive spiritual weapon, and it is a very high-grade spiritual weapon.

Noting that Song Wen was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, the three of them were much less alert.

"Donor, why did you curse me at Hunyuan Temple when we first met?" a monk asked sternly.

Only twenty meters away from the three of them, Song Wen stopped.

The turtle and snake shields kept rotating around Song Wen.

"Hmph! There are seven robbery cultivators in the rear, and the leader is a monk. Apart from your Hunyuan Temple, are there other monks in this secret realm..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wen sat down on the ground.

He was breathing heavily, and his face became extremely painful.

It's like the poisoning is too deep to support.

The three monks looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

Is it true that there are monks from Hunyuan Temple who, together with other monks, intercept and kill others?

At this moment, the seven robbery cultivators behind them also caught up within a hundred meters and entered the perception range of the three monks.

After seeing the bald Jie Xiu in the lead.

The three monks were angry.

"That little thief dared to pretend to be a monk of our Hunyuan Temple, burn, kill, loot and ruin the reputation of our Hunyuan Temple. His crime is unpardonable."

The monk whose face was pricked by poisonous needles made several Buddha seals with his hands in front of him.

"Arhat's Golden Body!"

Instantly, his body glowed with golden light.

The body expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, he transformed into a giant man about ten feet tall, with muscles all over his body.

The giant man took steady but swift steps and charged towards the seven tribulation cultivators.

The remaining two monks looked helpless when they saw their companion taking action so recklessly.

Although, the three of them, the three peak foundation-building monks, do not need to fear the other seven.

But right now, there is no conflict of interest between the two sides. It would be unwise to go to war just over a trivial matter.

However, their companions had already taken action, and the two of them could not watch.

The short monk raised his hand and waved.

The cassock above his head suddenly flew out and landed on the top of the giant monk's head.

The golden color on the already dazzling giant monk became even thicker, as if he were the true form of the Arhat who had descended to earth.

At the same time, the short monk held a demon-conquering pestle, followed behind the giant monk, and headed towards the seven tribulation cultivators.

The last monk, holding a string of rosary beads, muttered something in his mouth, and walked forward slowly and slowly.

He didn't move quickly, but with every step he took, he could cover a distance of two to three feet, like a ghost, which was quite strange.

After Song Wen fell to the ground, he leaned against the rock wall of the passage.

He looked up and saw the giant monk and the short monk passing by him one after another.

Then the last monk stepped forward.

Even though he was about to fight with someone, this person still had peaceful eyes and a compassionate face.

He is like an eminent monk.

When he passed by Song Wen.

Suddenly he turned his head.

Looking at Song Wen.

Evil eyes.

There was also a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

A compassionate monk suddenly turned into a crazy demon.

He gently flicked the rosary beads in his hand.

A phantom of a skeleton rushed out from the rosary.

The skeleton is holding a long knife. The long knife is rusty and has a cracked edge, as if it has experienced countless battles and vicissitudes of life.