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

The two figures, one tall and one short, are none other than the great demon Yuan Hao and Feng Ying.

"It is precisely because of the discord within the human race that our demon race has an opportunity to take advantage of it." Feng Ying, who had completely transformed into a human form, responded coldly, with a resolute face and sharp eyes.

"Let's go, we must take back the body of the holy demon." Yuan Hao said.

Feng Ying stopped the other party, "You are too tall, I'm afraid it won't be convenient for you to move."

Yuan Hao said, "This is a trivial matter."

As soon as the words fell, its figure began to shrink sharply, and it instantly became a seven-foot body.

Along with the change in its body shape, the large cloak on its body lost its support and fell to the ground.

After doing all this, Yuan Hao stepped into the bronze door.

Feng Ying saw the cloak falling on the ground and shook his head, seemingly helpless and sarcastic.

He raised his hand and put away his cloak, then followed Yuan Hao and disappeared into the bronze door.

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After Xing Wenyao passed through the bronze door, he felt that the scene in front of him quickly blurred. After a brief weightlessness, he came to a dark underground cave.

The cave is small, only ten feet in diameter.

There are eight foot-high caves scattered in all directions of the cave. The entrances of each cave are almost identical, and no difference can be seen.

The ghost mist here was extremely dense. Xing Wenyao let go of his spiritual consciousness and found that with his spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he could only perceive a distance of one foot around him.

For Nascent Soul cultivators, the perception distance of one foot is almost nothing, not as good as the detection range of the five senses.

"Where is this? I don't know if it's still in the mountain," Xing Wenyao said.

Xing Gaohan said, "It should not be in the mountain anymore, but somewhere deep underground in the secret realm."

"Woooo..."

Minghu suddenly let out several low roars.

Then it ran towards one of the caves.

"Let's go! Follow." Xing Gaohan said softly.

The cave is complicated, and often you will encounter a criss-crossing fork after walking a distance of ten or twenty feet.

It was pitch black inside the cave, and with limited spiritual consciousness, it would be difficult to track Jing Wuming without Ming Hu leading the way, even if they were Nascent Soul monks.

Two people and one fox are very cautious, so the speed is also very slow.

"careful!"

Xing Gaohan suddenly shouted.

A ray of mana shot out from his hand, pulling back the Minghu who was two feet in front of him.

At the same time, Xing Gaohan's eyebrows suddenly flashed, and nine short blades flew out quickly.

The short blade was more than three inches long, and it pierced into the ghost mist ahead with lightning speed.

"Hey——"

A sharp, piercing, blood-curdling scream sounded.

The sound was like a sharp arrow piercing the eardrum, going straight into my mind.

The Xing family has explored this secret realm many times, so it is naturally impossible for them to be unprepared for the spiritual attack of the resentful spirit.

A bead suddenly appeared on the foreheads of both Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao.

The beads were the size of pigeon eggs, emitting bursts of cyan light, firmly protecting their heads from the spiritual attacks of the resentful spirits.

Xing Wenyao, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly put the Minghu back into the spirit beast bag to prevent the Minghu from dying under the spiritual attack of the resentful spirit.

"No, it's a late-stage fourth-order resentful spirit." Xing Gaohan said.

The resentful spirit could survive his full-strength "Concentration Thorn" without dying, which was at least the strength of the late fourth level.

Xing Gaohan hurriedly moved the magic formula with his hands, and the power of thunder and lightning gathered on him.

When he was casting the spell, nine spiritual blades flew out from the center of Xing Wenyao's eyebrows.

These sharp blades were smaller than those used by Xing Gaohan.

The sharp blade pierced the ghost mist in front, and the screams of the resentful spirits suddenly became weaker.

Without giving the resentful spirit any chance to breathe, five silver thunderbolts as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot out from Xing Gaohan's body.

Fourth-level thunder method - five thunders blasting to the top!

"Boom, boom..."

Five thunders exploded a few feet ahead.

The thunder and light galloped like a wild wild horse, galloping wantonly in the dark ghost mist. Wherever the lightning passed, the ghost mist quickly dissipated.

A resentful spirit that looks like a human but has several tentacles is struggling in the lightning.

The figure of the resentful spirit gradually became blurred, and under the two people's successive attacks, it finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the endless darkness.

"As soon as we entered this maze, we encountered late-level fourth-level vengeful spirits. It seems that there are a lot of vengeful spirits here, so be careful." Xing Gaohan warned.

Xing Wenyao nodded without saying anything, and released Minghu again.

Perhaps the battle just now dispersed Jing Wuming's remaining aura, and Ming Hu suddenly lost his direction at the next intersection.

It stopped and looked in various passages, its deep eyes shining with brilliance in the darkness.

After a while, Minghu caught Jing Wuming's aura again and ran towards a passage on the left.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao followed closely.

As they walked, the two gradually realized something was wrong.

Minghu followed Jing Wuming's aura and moved forward. Although he was twisting and turning in the maze, he never turned back once.

It was as if Jing Wuming in front of him knew this maze well.

He knew where he was going and how to get there, and he never stopped or lost his way.

Xing Wenyao's face showed surprise and suspicion.

"How is this possible? How did he identify the direction? And how did he know the location of the exit of the maze?"

Xing Gaohan frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Do you still remember Patriarch Xingci?"

Xing Wenyao turned to look at Xing Gaohan and said doubtfully.

"Ancestor Xingci! You mean..."

Xing Ci is a Yuanying monk from the previous generation of the Xing family.

Six hundred years ago, after Xing Ci explored the secret place here, for some unknown reason, he did not return to the Xing family immediately, but left the family and went out.

Then, Xing Ci died outside inexplicably.

How did Xing Ci die? And by whose hands did he die?

The Xing family still hasn't figured it out.

Xing Gaohan nodded, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"The death of Ancestor Xing Ci is probably inseparable from the Jing family. It is very possible that the Jing family got some important information from Ancestor Xing Ci that we don't know yet. "

Xing Wenyao's expression changed, "Doesn't it mean that Jing Wuming will get the Demon Soul Breaking Pill first?"

Xing Gaohan said, "There's no need to get into trouble. The Demon Soul Breaking Pill is not that easy to get. Just let Jing Wuming lead us out of the maze."

After hearing Xing Gaohan's words, Xing Wenyao felt a little calmer, but he still couldn't hide his worry.

In order to explore this secret place, the Xing family has spent more than a thousand years. Seeing that the treasure is right in front of them, they cannot fail at this moment.

The pace of the two of them could not help but speed up a bit.