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

Rosacea kept urging the flying sword to slash out, resisting the attack of the Soul Splitting Blade, and saved Yan Yiwen.

He stood hanging in the air next to Yan Yiwen with a solemn expression.

"This person has hidden his cultivation. He should also be a peak foundation-building monk. Moreover, the thunder method used by this person is extremely powerful and endless. If we join forces, it is difficult for him to be his opponent."

"Miss, let's withdraw."

Through the translucent white light shield, Yan Yiwen's gaze shot towards Song Wen like a sharp poisonous thorn.

"Withdraw? You actually asked me to withdraw! In order to avenge my tribe, I gave everything."

"A woman's chastity! Even my life! These things no longer belong to me from the moment I joined the Nine Palaces Sect."

"I have been waiting for nearly thirty years. The enemy is right in front of me, but you asked me to withdraw."

Yan Yiwen's face was filled with unwillingness and anger.

Her face was distorted and deformed, as if she were crazy.

"Miss, if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. Now that you know the exact identity of your enemy, as long as you return to the sect alive and ask the Supreme Elder to come forward, you can capture a mere peak-level foundation-building monk."

Yan Yiwen clenched her teeth, her eyes were like fire, and she was silent for a long time before a word came out of her mouth.

"Walk!"

Rosacea's face lit up and he shouted to the other two people.

"The enemy is strong, brothers, retreat!"

After saying that, he summoned a shield and protected it in front of him.

At the same time, the flying sword shot out.

Sweeping towards the two trapped fellow disciples.

The sword light flashed past.

The overlapping layers of free electric light were cut into a passage by the flying sword.

"I want to leave, but it's too late! Today, this canyon will be your burial place."

Song Wen's voice was as cold as ice.

Above the canyon, three black shadows suddenly appeared and crashed down.

Rosacea raised his head, glanced at the sky, and his expression changed drastically.

"No, it's a corpse puppet, let's go!"

He raised his leg and kicked the white light shield.

Yan Yiwen was like a cannonball soaring into the sky, avoiding the three black shadows in the sky and flying out.

At the same time, Rosacea turned around and left, chasing Yan Yiwen.

The other two trapped male cultivators broke out along the passage cut by Rosacea.

Before the two of them could drive away from the light, three corpses had arrived.

Silver Corpse faced off against one person alone.

The two bronze corpses worked together to stop a person.

Not long after Rosacea escaped, he saw Yan Yiwen, who had been kicked away by him, come back again and fall rapidly towards the depths of the canyon.

High in the sky, a ghost figure about ten feet high appeared at some point.

The ghost shadow held a huge sword in his hand.

Just now, Guiying used the giant sword in his hand to slash Yan Yiwen back with one strike.

The ghostly shadow flashed towards Rosacea.

"I told you, none of you can leave!"

Song Wen came forward with a trick, and the soul-splitting blade shot out again, heading straight for Yan Yiwen.

The white light shield on Yan Yiwen reminded Song Wen of the shield on Wu Sui when he was in the Withered Blood Secret Realm.

Wu Sui's shield is a condensation of mana left by Wu Ren.

The same is true for the light mask on Yan Yiwen.

However, the mask on Yan Yiwen's body must be stronger. It is more than a hundred times stronger than Wu Sui's shield.

Behind Yan Yiwen, there must be a powerful backer, far more powerful than Wu Ren in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

Therefore, Yan Yiwen must die, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

The white light shield on her body is formed by condensation of external magic power.

Although it seems indestructible, it is water without a source after all. Under constant attacks, this magic power will gradually wear away and will eventually be exhausted.

"When, when, when..."

The soul-splitting blade kept slashing at the white light shield, like a gust of wind and rain, or like a stormy sea.

The attacks continued continuously, each wave becoming more powerful than the next.

The sharp blade, like the passing cold wind, kept cutting on the white light mask.

I don’t know how many times the Soul Splitting Blade struck out, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands.

Song Wen felt that most of the spiritual power in his body had been lost.

The white mask suddenly became dark and unclear.

The Soul-Splitting Blade slashed out again.

After a roar, the white light shield suddenly exploded and turned into countless light spots, floating in the air.

Yan Yiwen's figure was revealed.

Although the white light shield helped Yan Yiwen block the soul-breaking blade, it could not stop the shock caused by the continuous impact.

At this time, her black hair was scattered, the corners of her mouth were filled with blood, her internal organs were severely displaced, and she looked like she had suffered severe internal injuries.

Yan Yiwen stared at Song Wen with hatred.

"Ji Yin, you can't kill me. On the contrary, you will definitely die in my hands."

In her hand, a silver talisman suddenly appeared.

With the injection of spiritual power, cracks appeared on the talisman seal, and the cracks emitted dazzling silver light.

Yan Yiwen's figure gradually became illusory under the silver light.

After the soul-splitting blade shattered the light barrier, it was shocked and flew backwards.

Under Song Wen's control, a cold light passed by.

The soul-splitting blade penetrated Yan Yiwen's figure, but not a trace of blood spilled out.

Yan Yiwen's figure gradually disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Song Wen's face turned cold.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yiwen actually escaped.

What kind of treasure was the silver talisman she activated at the end? It could actually transport Yan Yiwen away out of thin air.

Song Wen pondered in his heart.

At the same time, he ducked onto a large rock at the bottom of the valley.

The three male cultivators at the peak of foundation building have been captured by the Ghost King and the three-headed corpse puppet.

He was lying on the boulder dying.

Song Wen used the soul-searching technique to search the souls of the three people one by one.

After completing the soul search of the three people, Song Wen integrated the incomplete memories obtained from the three people. I probably know the whole story.

The Yan family was destroyed, and after Yan Yiwen fled to the Jiugong Sect, she was spotted by a Supreme Elder of the Jiugong Sect and became his disciple.

This supreme elder is named Taihe, and he is a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

After he accepted Yan Yiwen as his disciple, he cared deeply for Yan Yiwen and taught her everything he could.

Techniques, elixirs, magical instruments and other treasures are all available and supplied.

Yan Yiwen's cultivation level improved rapidly, and within a few years, she reached the foundation building stage.

At first, Yan Yiwen just thought that she had good luck and met a good mentor.

But as time went by, she gradually discovered something was wrong.

Because of Yan Yiwen's beauty, she gradually attracted many admirers.

But those suitors, no matter who they are, will be rejected by Master Taihe, and even worse, disappear inexplicably.

Until one day, the son of the leader of the Nine Palaces Church came to express his love.

Yan Yiwen is deeply trapped in the hatred of her family's destruction. He is eager to establish his own power and enhance his strength so that one day he can seek revenge from the Corpse Demon Sect and the ‘Jiyin’.

The son of the sect master is undoubtedly an excellent marriage partner. With the help of his father's influence, she can greatly expand her influence in the Jiugong Sect.

However, the son of the sect leader was beaten to death by Taihe on the spot.