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

Nine flying swords, shining with lightning, revolved around Ji Ruxue.

Ji Ruxue was surrounded by thunder and lightning, as if a goddess descended to earth, mysterious and breathtaking.

Ji Ruxue flew up, carrying nine flying swords, and took the initiative to kill the five ghosts.

Due to the suppression of spiritual consciousness in the deep Canglan secret realm, Ji Ruxue had to get close to the ghosts and fight at close range.

Jiehui was also shocked by the scene of Ji Ruxue controlling thunder.

But before he could make any move, Ji Ruxue and Five Ghosts were already close.

Ji Ruxue pinched out the sword finger with her left hand and pointed it in front of her.

The nine flying swords came out one after another, but they did not hurt the enemy. Instead, they circled around the perimeter and surrounded the five ghosts.

"The Evil-Slaying Sword Formation, rise!"

Ji Ruxue shouted loudly.

As Ji Ruxue continued to pinch the sword skills in her hand, a certain connection suddenly emerged between the nine flying swords.

Countless mysterious French words flew out from the nine flying swords.

French words are composed of silver thunder and lightning, and they quickly connect with each other.

A gray-black transparent light curtain, with nine flying swords as the base and thunder and lightning spells as the barrier, suddenly appeared.

Trap five ghosts in it.

Jiehui's face became extremely solemn.

Ji Ruxue actually cultivated a sword formation, and it was also a lightning sword formation.

Fortunately, although the sword array trapped the ghost, it failed to break the connection between him and the ghost.

In other words, the five-headed ghost is still under his control.

Jiehui slid the rosary beads, and the five ghosts held long knives and all slashed towards the same place on the sword array barrier.

Seeing this, Ji Ruxue sneered.

"A mere ghost wants to break my sword formation, it's just a wishful thinking."

"Thunder comes!"

Each of the nine flying swords shot out a bolt of lightning.

Nine thunderbolts, carrying the mighty power of heaven with great force, struck at the five skeleton ghosts among the lightning and flint.

The five skull ghosts were united in one place, facing different directions, and slashed out with a long knife in their hands.

The dazzling lightning instantly filled the entire sword formation, completely covering up the figures of the five-headed ghosts.

When the lightning dissipated, the weak figures of the five ghosts were revealed.

The souls of the five ghosts have become much more transparent, as if they will collapse at any time.

The ghost that was finally refined was almost beaten to pieces by Ji Ruxue, and Jie Hui looked filled with hatred.

He reached up and took out the human skin tambourine.

Give it a tap.

A dull drumbeat sounded.

Ji Ruxue's figure swayed slightly, with a look of horror on her face.

A terrifying giant beast appeared in front of her.

The giant beast is hundreds of feet tall and looks like a humanoid, but it has the head of a bull.

A pair of red eyes, revealing cruelty and bloodthirsty.

Looking down from a high place, Ji Ruxue is as small as an ant.

Living in the shadow of the giant beast, Ji Ruxue felt like she was falling into the abyss. She felt deeply that she was weak and could not raise even a hint of resistance.

She just wanted to escape at this moment, as far away from the giant beast as possible.

But his feet felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move even half an inch.

What frightened Ji Ruxue even more was that the giant beast raised its right foot and was slowly stepping towards her.

Ji Ruxue's field of vision was completely occupied by the huge soles of her feet.

She could even smell the pungent stench emanating from the giant beast's feet.

Just when Ji Ruxue thought that she was going to die in the hands of the giant beast.

A loud shout rang in her ears.

"Junior sister Ji, don't wake up yet!"

Ji Ruxue suddenly woke up as if from a dream.

She suddenly reacted:

He is in the Canglan Secret Realm, within the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Liquid Palace.

Zheng and Jiehui are fighting.

In the main hall, where are the giant beasts?

This beast is an illusion!

This is a spiritual attack on the soul.

After discovering the reality of the behemoth, the behemoth that had previously terrified Ji Ruxue became nothing more than appearance in her eyes.

Ji Ruxue pinched out the sword finger with her right hand and pointed it lightly at the giant beast.

A sword energy shot out.

The giant beast instantly turned into countless tiny points of light and dissipated.

Ji Ruxue felt a sudden sensation, and everything in front of him became brighter.

Everything before her eyes returned to normal.

Looking up, she found that without her control, the Evil Killing Sword Formation had been broken.

The five ghosts have been taken back by Jie Hui.

The ghosts were taken away, which meant that the stone futon occupied by the five ghosts was empty again.

Ji Ruxue stared at Jiehui with a cold expression, nine flying swords spinning around her at high speed, looking like she was still in fear.

There was a little bit of sweat on her forehead, the cold sweat caused by being frightened by the giant beast.

But she doesn't plan to stop there.

Although Jie Hui's human-headed tambourine was strange, Ji Ruxue had already seen it once, and she was on guard, thinking that she would not take advantage of it easily again.

"Bald donkey, look at the sword!"

The nine flying swords, condensed with lightning, were about to strike at Jie Hui.

Jiehui said calmly, "Female donor, the poor monk has already given up the stone futon, so why do you need to be so aggressive."

Jiehui took the initiative to show weakness, but Ji Ruxue refused to give up easily.

Flying swords came out and flew towards Jie Hui.

Jiewu suddenly transformed into a golden giant, stood up, and roared angrily.

"You bitch, don't you understand what my senior brother Jiehui said? Do you really think you can run amok just because you have a broken sword formation? If you dare to let it out, see if I don't smash you into scraps of copper and iron."

"Junior Sister Ji, please don't cause trouble and come back."

Mu Yunxin suddenly spoke up and tried to persuade him.

"snort!"

Ji Ruxue snorted coldly, sheathed the flying sword with some reluctance, turned around and walked towards her stone futon.

There are three peak foundation-building monks in Hunyuan Temple here. Even if Hehuan Sect and Xuantian Sword Sect join hands to fight against the enemy, the outcome can only be that both sides will lose.

It will only let other people in the hall take advantage in vain.

The vacant stone futon was occupied by a member of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Jiehui sat on his own stone futon, but the stone futon was not snatched, and the five ghosts were seriously injured.

His expression was not as kind as before, but rather gloomy.

Suddenly, he realized that someone was spying on him.

Looking up and looking around the hall, Jiehui discovered that the person spying on him was Xue Gu from the Xuantian Sword Sect.

However, the other party was not snooping, but staring at him unabashedly.

Anger suddenly rose in Jiehui's heart.

You have already admitted defeat and gave up the vacant stone futon. What else do you Xuantian Sword Sect want?

Do you still want to snatch your own stone futon?

Just as Jie Hui was filled with resentment, he noticed.

Xue Gu glanced at Lei Huayuan and the other four Lei family monks, with an imperceptible sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Jiehui stared at Xue Gu, seemingly unsure of what Xue Gu meant.

Xue Gu nodded lightly.

Then, he turned his head and stopped looking at Jie Hui.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Jiehui's face, and his expression regained its compassionate expression.

...

More than a quarter of an hour later.

The huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to gather, causing the concentration of spiritual energy in the entire hall to rise sharply.

Everyone in the hall had an illusion in their hearts, as if they were in a giant spiritual vein.

It seems that with every breath, a large amount of spiritual energy can be swallowed, and the cultivation level seems to be quietly improving.

Everyone looked refreshed.

Thousands of years of spiritual liquid is condensing now.