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

Xing Liren stared at the flying sword getting closer and closer, with a fierce look in his eyes, and he roared.

"Shield!"

The ice cone no longer shoots out from the ice realm, and the cold air surges like a tidal wave on it.

In the blink of an eye, a huge ice shield several feet thick appeared out of thin air.

"clang--"

There was a loud sound of gold and iron, and the long sword pierced the ice shield.

Ice crystals are everywhere!

Dense cracks appeared on the ice shield, like spider webs, but they did not break apart.

The long sword was not knocked away by the ice shield. Instead, under the urging of the sheep-headed man, it still penetrated into the ice shield inch by inch.

Xing Liren mobilized the magic power in his body and poured into the ice mirror crazily.

The cracks on the ice shield began to repair at a speed visible to the naked eye. It looked like he was going to freeze the long sword in it.

"Let's see how long you can last!"

When the sheep-headed man saw this, the sword technique in his hand suddenly changed.

The flying sword suddenly began to rotate at high speed, and kept drilling into the ice shield.

The sheep-headed man and Xing Liren seemed to have entered into a wrestling match, competing to see whose magic power was stronger.

Xing Liren gradually became a little struggling, and the other party's cultivation level was a little higher than his.

"Gan Hong, help me!"

Xing Liren, who was in a state of decline, said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Gan Hong raised his hand and waved, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in front of him.

On top of the long sword, the sword's light was dazzling, cutting through the sky, heading straight for the sheep-headed man.

The horse-headed man next to the sheep-headed man suddenly took a step forward.

"Don't even think about disturbing the young lady's fight!"

The horse-headed man shouted in a deep voice, and a small silver bell appeared in his hand.

He gently threw the small silver clock over his head.

The small bell instantly swelled up in the wind and turned into a giant one-foot-tall.

The silver light of the giant bell shined brightly, and as the light flickered, the shadow of a silver giant bell appeared, firmly protecting the three people.

The long knife slashed at the shadow of the giant bell.

The shadow of the giant bell trembled slightly for a few times, then returned to its original state.

The long knife was knocked back by the shock.

Seeing this, Xing Liren couldn't help but feel nervous. Gan Hong wouldn't be able to attack the phantom of the giant bell for a moment.

He looked at the nine alchemists beside him.

Five of them were casual alchemy masters that he invited through various means, either through coercion or inducement.

The other four people are from the Jing family.

The five casual cultivators are third-level alchemy masters, so naturally they are all golden elixir stage monks. However, among the golden elixir cultivators, the five of them are all weak in cultivation, and their highest cultivation level is only in the middle stage of the golden elixir.

These five people all saw that the sheep-headed man was extremely powerful.

The only relationship between them and Xing Liren is profit, and they will not fight the sheep-headed man for Xing Liren.

The five of them had a perfect tacit understanding, and they all tacitly stepped back a few feet, standing behind Xing Liren and others, ready to escape at any time.

Therefore, Xing Liren could only place his hope on the Jing family.

He turned his eyes to a middle-aged male cultivator and said in a sincere tone.

"Please ask my uncle to help me repel the incoming enemy."

Xing Liren's uncle, named Jing Lie, was a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core.

With his help and the other three Jing family monks, it was easy to repel the three intruders.

Jing Lie looked at Xing Liren who was gritting his teeth and persisting, but he didn't help immediately, but said with a smile on his face.

"Nephew Liren, the agreement you and I made in the past did not involve helping you fight against foreign enemies. Besides, there is a monk at the peak of the Golden Core in the opponent's camp, and his strength cannot be underestimated."

Jing Lie almost had the words "take advantage of the situation" engraved on his face.

Xing Liren asked with a bit of annoyance while trying his best to resist the sheep-headed man's flying sword.

"I wonder how my uncle is willing to take action?"

Jing Lie said, "The third level of the "Concentrating Thorn" technique."

Xing Liren said, "This is impossible. In the Xing family, only Nascent Soul stage monks can access the third-level techniques."

Jing Lie smiled and said, "I don't want my nephew to come up with the skills right now. My uncle believes that you will advance to the Nascent Soul stage one day. By then, it will not be too late to fulfill your promise."

After waiting for two breaths and seeing that Xing Liren didn't reply, Jing Lie said again.

"My dear nephew, you need to make a decision quickly, your cold light mirror won't last long."

Xing Liren looked at the ice shield that was less than one foot thick, and his expression became a little anxious.

Jing Lie's reluctance to help was as expected.

But he had been fighting the sheep-headed man for dozens of breaths, so why was there no movement from the direction of Fang Zhucheng?

This place is only more than a thousand miles away from Fang Zhucheng. The battle between him and the sheep-headed man was huge and the spiritual energy fluctuated extremely violently.

Logically speaking, the people from the Xing family in Fang Zhu City should have noticed something strange here.

However, so far, none of the three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Fang family have appeared.

This made Xing Liren extremely puzzled.

Just when Xing Liren was hesitating whether to agree to Jing Lie, the ice shield suddenly shattered.

The flying sword continued to stab Xing Liren unabated.

"Ding!"

A long and harsh sound resounded through the air.

The flying sword suddenly struck the cold light mirror.

Hanguang Jing could not withstand the huge impact of the flying sword and flew towards the rear, hitting Xing Liren heavily.

Xing Liren was knocked out and a mouthful of blood spilled out in the air.

The flying sword followed closely and stabbed Xing Liren in the chest.

Just when Xing Liren was about to use his life-saving trump card, an old man in gray robe behind Jing Lie curled his fingers and shot out a stream of magic power.

"when!"

The mana shot onto the tip of the sword.

The flying sword suddenly lost its accuracy and passed by Xing Liren's body.

The old man's movements were very concealed, and the fluctuations of his spiritual energy were extremely weak. No one present even noticed who made the move.

Only Jing Lie suddenly realized something after being stunned for a moment.

He suddenly flew out and stood in front of Xing Liren.

"Wu that thief, I, Jing Lie, am here and I will never allow you to harm my Liren nephew at all!"

Jing Lie shouted angrily at the three people in the air.

His move was a disguised admission that he had just saved Xing Liren.

In this way, no one will pay attention to the old man who actually took action.

A tall flag suddenly appeared in Jing Lie's hand.

A blue dragon is outlined on the big flag.

Jing Lie waved the flag, and in an instant, a strong wind blew, making a whining sound.

A hurricane dozens of feet high suddenly appeared, like a wild beast between heaven and earth.

The wind was like a knife, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

Flying sand and rocks, vegetation uprooted.

Everything caught in the hurricane is torn to pieces in an instant.

The sheep-headed man looked at the roaring hurricane with piercing eyes.

She raised her hand to call back the flying sword, and a black flag suddenly appeared in her hand.

The flags and flags danced, and thick water columns appeared out of thin air, like the Milky Way pouring down, rushing straight into the hurricane.

The wind roared.

The water column roars!

The two collided with each other, constantly making roars that resounded throughout the sky.

Torn apart by the violent hurricane, the water column disintegrated into thousands of water droplets, and dense raindrops drifted down.

These water droplets merge into the hurricane, making it bloated and slowing down, like a beast stuck in the mud, stumbling.

When the water droplets exceed the hurricane's endurance limit, the hurricane collapses.