Practice begins with immortality

"Relying on the vertical pupil between my eyebrows, I can devour the souls of cultivators at the same level to improve my cultivation. Even if I encounter a bottleneck, I can use a large amount of soul to forcibly break through it. However, where can I find a large number of souls?"

Divine Transformation cultivators were not uncommon in Yaoxinghai, but they were mostly concentrated in places like Cangling Star. However, Wang Bai would not just kill them indiscriminately for no reason.

"Looks like we have to find another way."

Seven days later, at a secret place in Xuandan City.

The place was incredibly quiet, the moonlight pouring down like water, illuminating a tranquil scene. However, at that moment, a dark figure quietly emerged. Like a ghost, it silently moved through the shadows.

The black shadow gradually condensed into a ghost head the size of a baby. It was quietly suspended in the air, emitting a strange aura.

It turned its ferocious head and observed its surroundings. Then, the ghost head uttered a deep voice: "Everyone, now that we are here, don't hide anything."

These words echoed in the silent night sky, and then the originally calm shadows began to distort, and three figures slowly walked out of it.

The figures of the three gradually became clearer, their bodies shrouded in black robes, making their shapes invisible. However, they exuded an evil aura that made people shudder.

One of these three was Wang Bo. He was attending a gathering of demonic cultivators. More precisely, he was there to accept missions, tasks that the larger powers were unable to perform in the Eastern Pole Galaxy. As for the demonic cultivators who were doing the work, any cultivator could be considered a potential demonic cultivator.

"Three people are here? Not bad. They're enough to get things done." The ghost muttered in his heart.

"Okay, everyone is here. Tell me, do you want to kill someone or rob something?" asked one of the men in black.

The ghost head replied: "Kill people to steal treasures. Kill a person named Ming Ling and steal one."

"The reason." Wang Bai asked coldly.

"Why, are you afraid of someone who's not famous? Don't people in this line of work move on after completing a job?"

"But don't worry, that person is nobody. He's just a spirit who escaped after the Blood Sun Sect was destroyed."

"However, he has a semi-spiritual treasure in his hand. If it is refined with the right secret method and some spiritual materials are added, it may become a spiritual treasure." Guitou said.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the many cultivators present lit up. A semi-spiritual treasure was a rare treasure. If they could obtain one, it would greatly enhance their strength.

"And a genius from the Nan Dou Qi Sha lineage happens to have such a secret method, so, hehe." The ghost-headed monster said with a smile.

At this point, everyone understood Guitou's meaning. It seemed that this genius from the Southern Dipper Seven Killers lineage had already set his sights on this thing.

"Now he has run to the area near the Dongji Galaxy, so I need your help. Come with me to kill him. There will be a generous reward then." Guitou continued.

"Apart from that semi-spiritual treasure, he still has some treasures on him. In addition, if the body is intact, it can also be sold to a cultivator who practices corpse refining. The soul can be sold to a cultivator who practices devouring magic." Guitou added.

"In that case, let's hurry up without further ado. Where is this person?"

"Hehe, no rush. The genius who injured him earlier also left a mark on him. We can use the mark to find him."

As he spoke, Guitou took out a jade talisman and said.

Afterwards, the four of them headed to their destination together.

Three hours later.

In the endless starry sky, in a meteorite belt, two figures were standing on a small meteorite.

"Looks like someone's here to see you." A young man on the meteorite crossed his arms and said indifferently to a middle-aged man kneeling before him. This middle-aged man was Ming Ling.

"Please save my life, my lord!" The middle-aged man raised his head and pleaded with horror on his face.

"Hmph, don't be so hasty to beg me. It depends on whether you are worthy of my help." The young man sneered and said disdainfully, "If not, then you can just wait to die."

"Yes, yes..." The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, not daring to say another word.

"Okay, in that case, then just wait." The young man waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged man not to speak.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about half a quarter of an hour, four figures suddenly appeared in the distant starry sky.

"Are they finally here?" Seeing these four figures, the young man's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

At this moment, the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground was trembling all over, his eyes filled with despair.

"Four people in the early stages of the Spiritualization Realm? They're just chickens and clay dogs." After checking the cultivation levels of everyone except Wang Bai, the young man said with some disdain: "Go, if you can hold out against them for half an hour, you'll be qualified to be my dog."

"If you can't do it, what use is such a waste to me?"

"By then, I will kill you without them even having to do anything!"

"Yes... yes." Facing Mo Sha, Ming Ling was like a dog, not daring to breathe, not at all like a venerable god.

This is no wonder, because the Mo Sha in front of him has a much higher cultivation level than him. He is a powerful existence in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm. Moreover, he is a genius who is stronger than the ordinary late stage of the God Transformation Realm!