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

After being transported to the secret realm, the five free-spirited alchemists of the Golden Elixir stage were intimidated by the power of the four Nascent Soul monks and did not dare to make the slightest move.

After the Yuanying monk left, the five of them were discussing where to go when they saw people from the Xing family and the Jing family coming to kill them.

Jing Lie's words about 'thieves who break into the secret realm' made them even more confused.

They were obviously 'invited' by Xing Liren in every possible way.

Sure enough, if the cunning rabbit dies, the lackey will be cooked.

The five people were not stupid people. When Xing Yixuan took action, they scattered and fled in different directions.

Unfortunately, one of the middle-aged male cultivators fled in the direction where Song Wen was.

The person chasing this middle-aged male cultivator was Xing Liren.

A ten-foot-high cold light mirror hung above Xing Liren's head. He chased and activated the mirror at the same time.

Foot-long blue ice cones continuously shot out from the cold light mirror.

The sound of ice picks breaking through the air was endless, carrying a chilling and chilling air.

The middle-aged male cultivator was shocked. He used his body skills to dodge left and right, trying to avoid the coverage of the ice pick.

However, there were too many ice picks and there was no way to avoid them, so he only took out a shield while running away.

After being activated, the shield glowed with yellow light and then split into four, with the four shields spinning around him.

The ice pick hit the shield, making a series of impact sounds.

Although the attack of the ice cone was temporarily blocked, the yellow light on the shield flickered, which obviously could not last long.

"Mr. Xing, I can make a soul oath to never reveal a word about the secret realm and the Tianling Pill to anyone else." The middle-aged male cultivator begged.

"Only the dead can keep secrets."

While on Zhenbao Peak, the five casual cultivators chose to stand by and watch, and Xing Liren obviously held a grudge against this.

Even if the casual cultivator is willing to surrender, he will not give the other party any chance of survival.

A trace of determination flashed in the middle-aged male cultivator's eyes, and he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood essence turned into a red light in the air and quickly merged into the rotating shield around him.

The shield suddenly glowed with yellow light, and its rotation speed suddenly accelerated, blocking all the ice pick's attacks.

When Xing Liren saw this, he sneered, as if he was mocking the other party for fighting a trapped beast.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the cold air spread around the cold light mirror, condensing into denser ice cones, which shot toward the middle-aged male cultivator overwhelmingly.

The middle-aged male cultivator tried his best to resist, but the yellow light on the shield became darker and darker, and it was shaky.

Song Wen sighed helplessly, he could no longer pretend.

The middle-aged male cultivator was too close to him, and scattered ice picks were shooting at him.

Song Wen kicked his feet suddenly, and his body shot out like an arrow from a string, quickly escaping into the distance.

"Hey! I didn't expect there was a mouse hidden."

A trace of surprise flashed across Xing Liren's face, but it soon turned into a joking smile, as if a hunter had discovered an interesting prey.

Under his continuous offensive, the middle-aged male cultivator was quickly defeated and was reduced to a ball of flesh by the dense ice picks.

Xing Liren's speed did not slow down and he chased Song Wen in the direction where he fled.

The two of them walked one behind the other, and in an instant they were out of the square, submerged in the ghost mist, and disappeared without a trace.

Xing Yixuan, who had just dealt with a casual cultivator, happened to witness this scene. She looked around alertly to make sure that no one else's attention was on her, and followed her up quietly.

Gan Hong caught a glimpse of Xing Yixuan's hurried away figure and hesitated slightly.

Immediately, he turned his head resolutely and pretended not to see anything.

"Fellow Taoist, let me help you."

He roared and flew towards the horse-headed man who was chasing the casual cultivator.

...

Song Wen looked at Xing Liren, who was getting closer and closer, and his expression gradually became playful.

With a thought in his mind, three thunder spears of more than three feet were fired at Xing Liren who was behind him.

Xing Liren raised his hand towards the cold light mirror above his head, and a huge ice shield appeared and headed towards the thunder spear.

The thunder spears and ice shields collided fiercely in the air, erupting with deafening roars and dazzling thunder.

Shield shattered!

The thunder spears also dispersed.

"Crack!"

High in the sky, there was a sudden thunder!

A thunderbolt the size of a bowl, with a light purple light, broke through the ghost fog and forced Xing Liren to fall.

Yushu Divine Thunder!

Xing Liren looked at the thunder falling from the sky, and his expression became a little serious.

"This mouse does have some strength."

He pinched the spell with both hands, and a thick ice shield condensed on the cold light mirror.

Thunder falls on the ice shield!

Lightning shines!

Ice chips are flying!

Xing Liren's flying figure dropped slightly, and his speed also slowed down slightly.

He glanced at Song Wen in front of him with a sinister look, activated the magic power in his body, and moved his body skills to the extreme.

His speed suddenly increased, and he was even faster than before.

Soon the two of them fled for more than ten miles and arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Song Wen did not climb the mountain, but walked around the foot of the mountain.

"Rat, let's see where you can escape!"

Xing Liren has chased Song Wen half a mile behind him.

The cold light mirror above his head suddenly bloomed with a dazzling blue light, and an extremely cold chill spread.

Countless ice cones poured out crazily from the blue light, carrying a fierce killing intent, and went straight to Song Wen's vitals.

Xing Liren had been preparing for this attack for a long time.

He was fully confident that he could kill the rats in front of him in one fell swoop.

A silver firebird suddenly flew out of Song Wen's body.

The silver flamingo is only about the size of a palm.

It opened its mouth and spat out, and white-gold flames shot out all over the sky. The terrifying high temperature seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

The fierce fire soared into the sky and turned into a fire dragon of more than ten feet, which instantly met the ice cone.

Ice and fire meet.

The fire dragon and the ice cone collided fiercely in the air, melting each other, and bursts of white mist evaporated.

"Spirit fire?"

Xing Liren frowned, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

In the Sea of ​​Discord, Zhiyang Spiritual Fire is rare.

Where did this person get the Zhi Yang Spirit Flame?

Could it be that the other party is a disciple of some big force?

Although he was surprised and doubtful in his heart, the movements in his hands were not slow.

The strongest force in the Discord Sea is the 'three families and two sects', and the Xing family does not need to fear any force.

If he kills the opponent, the spiritual flame will be in his pocket.

The magic power in Xing Liren's body surged like a tide, and the cold light mirror bloomed with an even more dazzling cold light.

"Ice!" Xing Li spat softly.

A large expanse of icy cold mist poured out from the cold light mirror, like the cold wind in winter, sweeping towards the fire dragon.

The cold mist instantly engulfed the fire dragon. The cold mist quickly condensed and turned into thick ice, sealing the fire dragon inside.

This caused the fire dragon's heat wave to be isolated and no longer able to emit any trace of it.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Xing Liren's lips, and a large amount of cold mist spewed out from the cold light mirror again, trying to freeze the silver firebird.

The silver firebird flapped its wings and flew high, opening its sharp beak again, and a steady stream of miserable green flames spewed out from it.

The green flames were so dark and cold that they violently collided with the cold fog in the air.

The moment the two met, cold air and yin fire intertwined, and both quickly turned into ice.

"There is actually an extremely cold Yin Fire. What is the origin of this person?" Xing Liren was secretly shocked.