Practice begins with immortality

"What?!" Seeing Wang Bai kill Blood Soul so quickly, everyone present was shocked and their faces turned pale as paper.

Others, taking advantage of Wang Bo's killing of the Blood Soul, decisively fled the battlefield. They were taking a gamble, trying to see if their magical weapons and various other methods could forcibly cross the spatial gap. Unfortunately, with their insignificant escape speed, how could they possibly match Wang Bo's current speed?

"Have you had enough of the trouble?" Wang Bai asked coldly, and then he used the wind escape technique. He appeared behind a person in a flash and reached out to grab the other person's head tightly.

The next moment, the man's body suddenly became fragile, like porcelain, shattering easily and turning into countless fragments that fell to the ground.

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"How is that possible? Why doesn't the foul spiritual light work on you? What kind of monster are you?" Wan Ming looked at Wang Bai in horror, his face filled with despair and disbelief. At this moment, Wang Bai had already chopped off his limbs, turning him into a human stick, collapsing on the ground, barely breathing.

At this moment, Wang Bo was holding Wan Ming's life-saving magic weapon - a wooden plaque. All other enemies had already been killed by Wang Bo.

"I may not be a human, but you bastards are real dogs!" As he said that, Wang Bai swung his sword and smashed the wooden sign into pieces.

“Ahhhh!!” The natal magic weapon is connected with the cultivator’s mind. Once Wan Yang’s natal magic weapon was destroyed, he was on the verge of death.

Seeing this, Wang Bo swung out dozens of sword energies, directly killing Wan Ming by slow slicing.

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"Very good. After devouring so many Blood Path Demon Cultivators and their magic weapons, the Killing Sword will also be upgraded to a top-grade magic weapon."

Looking at the pitch-black killing sword and feeling its changes, Wang Bai said happily.

Afterwards, Wang Bo began to clean up the battlefield.

It can only be said that killing and arson are worth a gold belt. After this battle, Wang Bai found nearly ten million low-grade spirit stones, more than one hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and three precious high-grade spirit stones.

Besides these, there were also many valuable spiritual materials. Among them, except for the bones and blood of those disgusting monks and mortals, Wang Bai accepted all other items with a smile.

As for those disgusting things, Wang Bai burned them all with the Shura Holy Fire.

After everything was settled, Wang Bo simply set a big fire, burning all the remaining objects in the sect, then removed the formation and left quietly.

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"What? Blood Soul's life token is broken?!" An old man in black robe said in shock in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

"What exactly happened?" another person asked solemnly.

"I remember he seemed to be heading to the Holy Blood Sect." someone recalled.

"Take people to investigate immediately!" the old man in black robe gave the order decisively.

A moment later, a team of dozens of monks quickly left the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

Half a day later, the team arrived at the Demon Blood Sect's mountain gate.

"What's going on?" The leading Nascent Soul cultivator widened his eyes and was stunned for a moment as he looked at the blazing fire in front of him.

"Have I arrived in the Hell of Fire? Isn't this the gate of the Holy Blood Sect?" he muttered to himself.

Afterwards, he and other monks cast various water-attribute spells to try to put out the fire.

After some effort, the fire was finally put out. However, when they saw the scene before them, they were all dumbfounded.

"What on earth is going on? There is not even a corpse here. Could it be that hundreds of thousands of people just disappeared?" The Nascent Soul cultivator said madly.

Afterwards, he sent people to search the ruins carefully, hoping to find some clues. But the results made them even more confused - apart from some flesh and blood spiritual materials that had been burned to ashes, they found nothing.

Faced with such a strange situation, the Nascent Soul cultivator could only report truthfully to the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons and wait for further instructions.

Faced with this strange situation, everyone was talking about it. Many people speculated:

"This is really strange. Not even a corpse was left behind. Could it be that they were all refined into elixirs or magic weapons? I remember that some skills and magic weapons can indeed do this."

"Or, let's go and ask the ancestor for help!" At this time, a cultivator in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons spoke.

"The old ancestor has been in seclusion for a thousand years, and no one knows what he is doing. Besides, even if we beg him, he may not agree. After all, with his level of cultivation, he probably no longer needs us, his juniors." Another cultivator retorted.

For a time, all kinds of rumors spread. Some people said that the missing people were wiped out by a mysterious existence; others said that they might have been pulled into a mysterious world with extremely strange rules, and anyone who violated them would die.

This incident caused a huge uproar and became a strange story that people talked about after dinner.