Practice begins with immortality

The moment he sensed the ghost spirit, the ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with some doubt, "Well, he sensed our arrival, but not only didn't he run away, he even walked straight towards us. Could it be that this old fellow has something to rely on?"

"Hmph, so what even if I have something to rely on? It's just some secret magic treasures. Don't forget, we are all in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and the other party is alone, and it's four against one. What can he do to me?" One of the men in black muttered in a low voice, his tone full of disdain and confidence.

"Yes, this man may have some tricks, but we are not ordinary people either. Let's attack together and kill him quickly with the force of thunder!" Another man in black robe echoed, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

After hearing this, Guitou thought for a while and said, "In that case, let's all go together!"

Afterwards, the four of them flew towards the place where the ghost was from all directions, intending to kill it.

"Fighting on their own? That's great, maybe we can make it through this way!" Ming Ling felt excited when he sensed that the four people were fighting on their own.

He then faced one of them head-on and vaguely gained the upper hand.

All I can say is that he is someone who managed to escape from the hands of a genius of the same realm, so he does have some skills.

Afterwards, the ghost spirit began to fight among the people.

Everyone fought on their own, and for a while they were unable to capture Ming Ling.

As for why we don’t work together to kill the ghost spirit as soon as possible, it is because after the mission is successful, the distribution of treasures is not based on how much effort you put in, but on how much strength you have preserved.

The fool who gave it his all would be the one who got hurt the most. Afterwards, his fate would be death.

After all, if one person is missing, not only can others get more benefits, but they can also share the good things on him!

Half an hour later.

On the meteorite, Mo Sha's face darkened as he growled in a low voice, "They are indeed a bunch of unremarkable people, all plotting their own agenda!"

"It looks like we won't be able to watch the good show!"

"These idiots deserve to die for wasting my time!"

Thinking of this, Mo Sha took action and used his own methods.

"Heavenly Prison!"

He clasped the five fingers of his right hand together, and the people who were fighting suddenly felt a sinking sensation, as if a sacred mountain had flown over and pressed them down, making them unable to move.

"Lord Mosha, please give me another chance!!" Ming Ling shouted in horror.

"Mo Sha?" Some people were puzzled when they heard this name.

"Isn't that a genius from the Holy Xuan Realm? Could it be that..." Upon hearing this name, the ghost was also shocked.

"Damn it, run!"

Then, the ghost head let out a shrill scream, as if trying to break free. But its efforts were ultimately in vain, and Mo Sha easily suppressed it.

"A ghost cultivator? It's just right for refining a ghost slave."

Mo Sha chuckled, and a black jade bottle appeared in his hand, the mouth of the bottle flickering with a strange light. He pointed the jade bottle at the ghost head and shook it gently, and the ghost head was sucked into the bottle.

At this moment, everyone else on the field felt their vision go black, their bodies going limp and powerless. Their spirits had been absorbed by the jade bottle, and they fell into a coma.

"This semi-spiritual treasure is indeed useful after I have refined it. It may even be upgraded to a spiritual treasure in the future. However, for me now, it is just better than nothing."

Mo Sha muttered softly to himself, his eyes coldly looking at the jade bottle in his hand. He was secretly thinking about his next plan, but suddenly, a powerful force suddenly erupted from him.

This force came so suddenly that Mo Sha was caught off guard.

"What--"

Half of Mo Sha's body was directly blown into a bloody mist, and it was the power of the Yuanci Lei Ji Fist that injured him like this.

"A fellow practitioner of Dharma body and soul is in the early stage of transformation of the spirit?!" Mo Sha said in some shock.

At the moment when the fist force exploded, he moved using his body skills.

"As a genius, you can't even see my true cultivation level. Could it be that you are just a fake?" Wang Bai shouted at Mo Sha as if he was looking at a fool.

Afterwards, he also showed his true cultivation level.

Wang Bai had not taken action before, mainly because he sensed Mo Sha's presence and wanted to see the so-called genius of the great world, but the man in front of him, in Wang Bai's opinion, was too weak!

"What?! You're just a mid-stage Spiritualization!" Mo Sha roared angrily. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?

As a genius, Mo Sha's strength was considered quite good. In his heart, apart from those peerless geniuses standing at the top of the pyramid, no one could look down on him!

Although the person in front of him was a fellow practitioner of Dharma and had injured him before, it was a sneak attack. What did it mean?

Therefore, Mo Sha believed that he was definitely stronger than the man in front of him, and next, he would use all his strength to blast this man into pieces!

Instantly, Mo Sha took action. He attacked!

Then, "bang", Mo Sha died.