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

"Senior Chi... Senior Chi Qi, I am Ye Chen from the Ye family. Please show mercy." The male cultivator was shocked and shouted hurriedly.

Chi Qi only realized at this time that the man and woman were indeed from the Ye family. He had seen them before. He was too hasty to recognize them.

The three major families in Ganchang Wasteland would not easily kill the younger generations of other families unless they had deep hatred.

First, this would cause unnecessary disputes.

Second, Ganchang Wasteland is bordered by Fuzang Ridge to the west, and the vast sea to the south and east. Beast tides would break out in these three places from time to time, requiring a large number of cultivators to be stationed for a long time. Killing the younger generations of other families would actually weaken their own strength to resist foreign enemies.

However, since one person had been killed, Chi Qi naturally could not leave him alive.

With a move of his mind, the sharp arrow rushed out like a meteor and went straight to the chest of the male cultivator.

The male cultivator tried to resist, but it was in vain and he was killed by a fatal blow.

With the two Ye family monks dead, the poisonous sickle insects naturally swarmed towards Chi Qi.

Chi Qi retreated quickly, slightly distanced himself from the insect swarm.

Then, he bent his bow and drew his arrow.

The longbow shone brightly, and the arrow was cold.

A destructive breath burst out from the bow and arrow.

The arrow flew out of the string and hit the insect swarm.

Wherever it went, a strong wind blew up.

That was the golden sharp air bursting out from the arrow, which was unmatched.

All the poisonous sickle insects touched by this sharp air exploded instantly, turning into a group of gorgeous green blood flowers, blooming in the air.

The poisonous insect swarm that stretched for dozens of miles was torn apart by an arrow, and countless poisonous sickle insects died.

However, those five-level poisonous sickle insects all escaped, but they were also scared and fled with the remaining insect swarms.

Chi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already used all his strength in that arrow just now.

If he could not scare off the insect swarm, even though he was a cultivator in the Refining Void Stage, he would probably be in a tough battle.

The number of poisonous sickle insects was too large, and there was an invisible force connecting them, like a whole. It was not easy to kill them all.

Chi Qi's eyes flashed red, and he used the "Dream Floating True Pupil" again to find Song Wen's whereabouts.

However, he frowned soon.

The poisonous sickle insects disturbed the surrounding miasma, and the traces left by Song Wen when he passed through the miasma had long disappeared, and there was no trace of him.

Chi Qi did not give up. Whether it was to keep the secret of Yingxu or for the several secret techniques displayed by Song Wen, he would not give up easily.

His figure flashed, turning into a stream of light, and he used the "Dream Floating True Pupil" to look around.

Finally, after searching the area of ​​more than 4,000 to 5,000 miles, he finally found the traces left by Song Wen again.

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Song Wen fled nearly 100,000 miles in one breath, and seeing that Chi Qi had not caught up with him, he did not arrogantly conclude that he had gotten rid of him.

After all, he had once escaped tens of thousands of miles away, but was tracked by the other party.

However, Song Wen was vaguely aware that the other party did not seem to use breath to track him.

With Chi Qi's strength, it should not be difficult to get rid of the poison sickle insect swarm.

However, Chi Qi was still unable to catch up.

Then there was only one possibility, that Chi Qi's tracking method was disturbed and he could not find him for a while.

Song Wen recalled the scene when Chi Qi saw through his 'Qian Kun Incarnation'; he immediately understood.

"Chi Qi must have practiced some kind of pupil technique!"

With a guess in his mind, Song Wen quickly thought of a countermeasure.

Chi Qi's pupil technique could track the traces left by him after he shuttled through the miasma.

Then, he left Fuzang Ridge and went to Ganchang Wasteland, where there was no miasma, and it would be difficult to get rid of Chi Qi. This was because the world was filled with various kinds of heaven and earth qi. Even if there was no miasma, there was spiritual qi.

Shuttled between the spiritual qi, and traces would be left.

At present, Song Wen could only think of two ways to escape.

One was to blend into the crowd or the group of monsters, and use them to disrupt the surrounding heaven and earth qi, so that Chi Qi's pupil technique could not track him.

The second was to escape into the rushing water or the raging hurricane. In this way, the traces left by Song Wen might be disrupted by the power of nature, and Chi Qi would not be able to track him either.

Thinking of this, Song Wen immediately made a decision.

He suddenly had an extra jade slip in his hand, and after injecting a ray of magic power.

A topographic map appeared in the air, which was a map of the outer area of ​​Fuzang Ridge; it was also the most detailed map of Fuzang Ridge that Song Wen could buy in Shangchu City.

He decided to go into Fuzang Ridge with Jiang Yushan. With his cautious character, he would not be unprepared.

After Song Wen made a simple comparison between the surrounding terrain and the map, he immediately determined his location.

At the same time, according to the map, he learned that there was a lake more than a thousand miles away to the left, and next to the lake was a rushing river.

The river meandered westward and flowed to the Ganchang Wasteland.

In addition, according to the map, there were sixth-level water monsters in the lake, which was an extremely dangerous place.

Song Wen put away the jade slip, turned around, and rushed towards the direction of the lake.

At the same time, he did not forget to spit out a mouthful of blood towards the two-faced Buddha on his chest.

At present, it seems that after his own breath was disturbed by the two-faced Buddha, it was enough to deceive the cultivators in the Refining Void Stage.

Not long after, a wide lake appeared below Song Wen.

The lake was not big, only a few hundred miles in radius.

Song Wen did not cross the lake rashly, but bypassed the lake and came to the bank of the river flowing through the lake from one side.

The river water was muddy and roaring.

Song Wen raised his hand and threw a corpse coffin, which fell into the lake not far away.

Then, with a "plop".

He jumped into the river, quickly passed through the turbulent river water, and went upstream.

After Song Wen had fled in the river for hundreds of miles, Chi Qi's figure appeared above the lake.

He looked at the rushing river and frowned slightly.

"He actually guessed that I was using pupil skills to track the traces he left, and then thought of using water to cover the traces. This person is a meticulous person."

Chi Qi was in a dilemma for a while.

He didn't know whether Song Wen went up the river or down the river.

But he subconsciously thought that Song Wen was more likely to go down the river.

After all, if he went along the river, he would soon leave Fuzang Ridge. Going up the river would only lead them deeper into the Fuzang Ridge.

Fuzang Ridge was full of dangers and was not a safe place for a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage.

He made such a hasty judgment for another reason. He was not worried about tracking in the wrong direction.

With his speed, even if he chased in the wrong direction, he could quickly catch up with Song Wen by turning around.

When Chi Qi was about to perform the escape technique and walk along the river, a strong corpse gas suddenly emerged from the depths of the lake below.

The corpse gas was like an angry dragon, stirring the lake water to surge endlessly.