The Furious Golden Core Expert
"Good!"
Wu Sui looked excited and shouted loudly.
"Extreme Yin Brother Jiyin is indeed a generous and trustworthy person. I will now hand over the Heavenly Spirit Fruit to him."
As he spoke, Wu Sui strode toward the place where the clothes were piled up.
Despite the excruciating pain, Ying Ni shouted loudly, sounding somewhat angry at her son's lack of self-control.
"Extreme Yin, how could you be so foolish as to believe Wu Sui's nonsense so easily? How could someone as ignorant as you cultivate to the Qi Refining Ninth Layer Corpse Demon Sect, a sect that devours people without spitting out bones?"
Song Wen seemed to have been awakened by Ying Ni's words, and suddenly shouted when Wu Sui was still about twenty meters away from where the Storage Bag was placed.
"Senior Brother Wu Sui, stop!"
Song Wen's voice suddenly rang out, causing Wu Sui to stop in his tracks.
He stared intently at the Storage Bag that was not far ahead.
However, he still patiently forced a smile and spoke to Song Wen Wendao.
"Extreme Yin, what's wrong now?"
Song Wen said, "Ying Ni said makes sense. Since I've already thrown away my Storage Bag, shouldn't Senior Brother also show some appreciation by temporarily removing the spiritual shield on his body?"
Wu Sui glanced at Song Wen, then looked back at the Storage Bag.
Next to the Storage Bag was a Corpse-Nurturing Bag, Corpse-Nurturing Bag contained a Corpse Puppet made from the body of the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had undergone Body Refinement.
Wu Sui's gaze swept back and forth between Song Wen, Song Wen's Storage Bag, and his Corpse-Nurturing Bag.
After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Alright, I agree with what you said, junior brother!"
He was fifty meters away from Song Wen. At that distance, even if Song Wen still had trump cards up his sleeve, he would have enough time to activate the Law Power left behind by Wu Ren and condense the spirit shield again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the azure light shield around Wu Sui vanished without a trace.
Wu Sui stared intently at Song Wen, fearing that Song Wen might take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
To his delight and surprise, Song Wen did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but instead watched as he approached the pile of clothes step by step.
It's getting closer!
Ten meters!
Eight meters!
Six meters!
Wu Sui was very excited; the Corpse-Nurturing Bag was right in front of him.
When the distance was less than three meters, Wu Sui suddenly leaped up and grabbed the Corpse-Nurturing Bag on the ground.
"Roar!"
The pseudo-second-tier Corpse Puppet, crafted from the body of Foundation Establishment cultivator, suddenly appeared.
The Corpse Puppet strode forward, swift as the wind and lightning, its killing intent palpable, heading straight for Song Wen.
At this moment, Wu Sui's face was filled with mockery and murderous intent.
"Extreme Yin, prepare to die!"
Ying Ni's eyes turned lifeless again. She had originally thought that if Song Wen won, she might still have some hope of surviving.
However, this promising situation was ruined by that fool, Ji Extreme Yin.
This is utterly foolish!
How could someone who follows the demonic path be so easily trusting of others!
Faced with the corpse Corpse Puppet exuding a palpable aura of death and overwhelming Sha Qi, Song Wen appeared flustered, his face filled with terror and unease.
Seeing that the Corpse Puppet was about to kill him, Song Wen patted the Corpse-Nurturing Bag at his waist.
A Corpse Puppet at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer jumped out and blocked Song Wen's way.
Song Wen himself turned and ran out of the cave!
"Run? Extreme Yin, do you think you can still escape?"
"Hahaha..."
"You're not foolish enough to think that an ordinary Qi Refining Ninth Layer Corpse Puppet can withstand my Corpse Puppet, are you? There's no way you can escape my grasp!"
Wu Sui's triumphant laughter echoed throughout the Cave.
As if to confirm what Wu Sui had said, the two Corpse Puppet made contact the moment they touched.
The Qi Refining Ninth Layer Corpse Puppet was powerless to resist, as the pseudo-Level 2 Corpse Puppet grabbed it by the neck with one hand and the waist with the other, lifting it up.
The pseudo-second-tier Corpse Puppet suddenly exerted its strength, and the Corpse Puppet with an impregnable body at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer was torn in two.
The pseudo-second-tier Corpse Puppet casually tossed the mangled body aside, then took a few steps and caught up with Song Wen.
He slapped Song Wen on the back of the head.
"Bang!"
Song Wen's head exploded like a watermelon falling from a great height, splattering everywhere.
Wu Sui's face was full of arrogance and pride.
An Extreme Yin sect dares to oppose him? He's practically courting death.
"Puff!"
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out behind Wu Sui.
A withered, dark claw, its nails gleaming with a chilling light, pierced his back and emerged from his chest.
On the claws, the Corpse-Baleful Qi, like countless sharp blades, raged within his body, turning his internal organs into a paste.
Looking back, it turned out to be Extreme Yin, who should have been dead!
Shouldn't someone of Extreme Yin be dead?
Wasn't his head smashed by the Corpse Puppet?
Why did they suddenly appear behind me?
With endless questions lingering, Wu Sui gradually lost his breath.
The Blood Qi and soul energy within Wu Sui's body rapidly converged into Song Wen's Song Wen, along with a divine thought.
"You brat, how dare you kill my grandson! I'll make you wish you were dead!"
At the same time.
Corpse Demon Mountain, a cave abode near the summit.
An old man suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if mountains of corpses Blood Sea were churning within them.
Two beams of light shot out from his eyes, seemingly capable of traversing thousands of miles to reach the Withered Blood Secret Realm thousands of miles away.
"Sui'er is dead!"
"No matter who the murderer is, I will tear you to pieces."
The voice, filled with deep hatred, echoed within the cave abode.
A moment later, Wu Ren's expression changed slightly, his face filled with disbelief.
"How could the fragment of my soul that I left in Sui'er have suddenly disappeared!"
"Sui'er should be in the Withered Blood Secret Realm right now. With the magic Law Power I gave him and the pseudo-second-tier Corpse Puppet, who could possibly kill him?"
After pondering for a while, Wu Ren stood up and flew towards the direction of the Withered Blood Secret Realm.
Song Wen sensed the divine thought that he had devoured and sighed inwardly.
People with such a powerful background as Wu Sui are indeed different from ordinary people; they have far too many trump cards up their sleeves.
Even death can pose a deadly threat.
However, when he encountered himself, he still failed.
That divine thought has been swallowed up by the Sea of Consciousness of Sea of Consciousness and has become nourishment for it.
Previously, the one whose head was smashed by the second-tier Corpse Puppet was a substitute puppet.
In order to better deceive the eye, Song Wen gave the substitute puppet a simple disguise, making it somewhat similar to him in appearance and physique.
This completely misled Wu Sui, who believed that the one killed by the second-tier Corpse Puppet was Song Wen's true form.
Song Wen devoured the Essence Blood and soul of Wu Sui's corpse and stepped forward to Ying Ni.
Ying Ni was seriously injured and did not receive timely treatment. Her condition is extremely poor, and she is not far from dying.
Upon seeing Song Wen arrive, Ying Ni's eyes gleamed with a longing for life.
With the last of her strength, she struggled to prop herself up and pleaded.
"Extreme Yin Brother Jiyin, save me! I swear an oath to serve you as my master and obey all your commands."
Song Wen's gaze swept over her, taking in her exquisite face, slender and well-proportioned figure, and the enormous blood hole in her Dantian.
Ying Ni knows too many of his secrets; for her own safety, Ying Ni must die.
Moreover, Ying Ni is already a cripple. Even if she were willing to become his servant, what use would a cripple be?