Blustering Immortalization Spell

Looking at how Ben Ying died with grievances, Ling Yan did not feel any guilt at all.

If not for Ben Ying wanting to kill him time and time again, Ling Yan would not have taken Ben Ying's life so decisively.

There is no right or wrong, only retribution.

For the sake of his own benefits, Ben Ying had wanted to kill Ling Yan.

It was just that if Ben Ying wanted to kill someone, he had to be prepared to be killed.

Ling Yan had his own guidelines in mind. He would not take the initiative to cause trouble, and he was not afraid of trouble either. As long as someone had ill intentions towards him, in a suitable situation, if that person did not die, then it would be you!

The path of martial cultivation was destined to be full of blood and slaughter. For benefits, for power, for resources, for women … As long as you keep your heart, you won't get lost.

Wherever there were people, there would be fights. If you didn't provoke others, it was not certain that others wouldn't provoke you, unless you made your strength reach a level where no one dared to provoke you, reaching the peak of the Wu Ji Realm and beyond the cycle of reincarnation!

Only a strong power could stand firm in this martial arts world, only then could it protect itself, and even protect all the people and things that it wanted to protect from harm!

Thinking up to here, Ling Yan took a deep breath, clenched his fists and muttered: "Even if my martial arts path is bumpy, with killing intent everywhere, I am not afraid in the slightest. My life is mine!"

Just at that moment, a ball of gold light appeared from Ling Yan's chest, and instantly rushed into Ben Ying's body, following that, Ben Ying's entire body became as weak as a broken balloon.

After a few flashes of golden light, it returned to the pendant on Ling Yan's chest.

Ling Yan knew that his battle spirit was harvesting the blood essence of others.

"Young Master, you're so fast! You killed another genius martial cultivator, and this man's blood essence is even slightly better than the last one. Not bad, not bad. It's equivalent to sleeping for a while."

The charming voice of the Battle Spirit resounded in Ling Yan's mind. "Do your best, Young Master. If you can kill that thousand and eight hundred geniuses, maybe their realms can be increased a little."

Upon hearing this, a black line appeared on Ling Yan's forehead. There were even eighteen hundred people, let alone whether he could find so many geniuses like Ben Ying. Even if he did find them, he wouldn't just randomly kill innocent people.

Ling Yan ignored the battle spirit's words. After Ling Yan burnt Ben Ying's corpse into nothingness, he raised his hand and looked at the black ring on his hand. This was Ben Ying's Storage Ring.

A talented martial cultivator with a cultivation of the fifth level of the Common Birth Stage should have a good background, Ling Yan thought.

With his soul force in, in the next second, Ling Yan was speechless.

13,000 silver notes, more than 20 true essence stone, some healing Pills … Gone.

Yes, that's all.

Ling Yan could not help but widely open his eyes as he ridiculed in his heart. Was this the kind of family that a Chixiao Martial School should have? It was even worse than the killer Hua Longning from last time.

Too poor!

Ling Yan shook his head in disappointment. He thought that he could earn a lot of money this time, but unexpectedly, he met a poor guy.

Ling Yan was wronged, as a body cultivation, he had to use up a lot of energy to cultivate, and he also had the least amount of resources for the physical body. Although he was a Eldest Brother and his monthly allocation of resources was limited, he still had to rely on him as a deputy to keep up with his progress.

However, Hua Longning was different. As an assassin, the number of times he killed others for their treasures was countless.

However, although Ben Ying's family background was not that great, at the very least, it was an item he took for free. Ling Yan smacked his lips but did not say anything.

It was almost the end of the month, and it was about to be the peak of the Thousand Military Array's assessment.

Ling Yan's black eyes slightly narrowed, a streak of cold light flashed past in the blink of an eye.