Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

They were all cunning individuals who had risen through the ranks from the most brutal places, and they simply did not believe that this seemingly harmless fellow could be capable of opposing Yin Sha.

He had no Taoist robes from a major sect, no royal insignia, and no extraordinary cultivation level.

What does he have?

Do you really think you can scare them with just a few bluffs?

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. He's either hiding some magical artifact or he's just physically powerful!"

Among the Yin Sha disciples, confident guesses immediately arose.

Even more extreme, some people looked at Yun Ping as if he were a treasure, and even couldn't help but lick the blade: "If it's a magic weapon, then we'll just take it. If it's a strong physical body, then a body cultivator with such an extraordinary physical body is simply the perfect material for us to cultivate blood spirits!"

Upon hearing the words "Blood Spirit," the mindset of all the Yin Sha disciples underwent a profound change.

That's a supreme treasure of evil cultivation passed down from the era of a hundred saints! It uses blood to sacrifice to the spirit and the soul to refine the body, making it the most superior of all evil cultivation techniques!

However, to cultivate it to perfection, one must slaughter countless living beings, enter the realm of demon slaying, and completely merge oneself into mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But what about those who practice unorthodox cultivation?

"Kill! Kill him! Kill him to refine the Blood Spirit!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

An endless, boundless cry.

At this moment, Yunping's words did not have the effect of making the Yin Sha retreat at all; on the contrary, they aroused great killing intent in them towards him.

The young man, however, did not care at all.

He sat in his chair as always, with his legs crossed as always, and his face expressionless as always.

Those indifferent eyes were the greatest mockery of this group of Yin Sha disciples.

The next moment, no one was afraid of the golden chasm left by Yun Ping anymore. The evil cultivators, blinded by desire and killing, swarmed towards the young man.

only--

"Blood Spirit...?"

The moment they stepped across the golden ravine, Yunping stood up from his chair.

The Yin Sha disciples stopped in their tracks.

Thump thump...

The first wave of dozens of Yin Sha disciples who crossed the line of Yunping all knelt down on both knees without exception!

In their eyes, there is nothing but fear.

What did they see?

It was a pile of corpses that reached the heavens and soared into the clouds, like a towering pagoda.

That was blood that would submerge the world, drown all things, and stain the sky red.

what is this?

do not know.

Nobody knows...

And amidst this towering corpse tower and the boundless sea of ​​blood, Yun Ping indifferently surveyed them.

Behind Yunping, there was an indescribable dark shadow.

As heretics, they can recognize them.

That's a demon.

It is a demon that symbolizes slaughter.

"Honestly, it's pretty boring."

He waved his hand casually.

Splash...

It's like raindrops falling.

Their physical bodies were completely corroded, their souls were torn to pieces, and dozens of dark figures turned into a sky full of blood mist at this moment, their souls shattered into blood-red liquid...

Nothing was left behind.

Those dozens of Yin Sha disciples who stepped across the golden ravine simply...

Gone.

133. Prince Sha's Rescue

The air itself seemed to freeze.

On a moonless night, all is as still as a dead grave.

No one dared to make a sound; even breathing was done cautiously.

The Yin Sha disciples were like this, Fang Yan was like this, and the cultivators in the capital, including Jiang Shaoguang, were also like this.

What kind of method was that?

In the blink of an eye, there was no spiritual light, no humming of magical artifacts, no operation of cultivation techniques, and no talismans or martial arts skills.

I didn't see anything.

In the darkness of night, the young man was dressed in white as snow and had black hair as black as night.

He held the Blood Sharp Stone in his hand, formed from the blood mist that had turned into blood after the flesh of the Yin Sha disciple who had crossed the line of death was annihilated. With a slight exertion of his five fingers, he crushed it into powder.

Like quicksand slipping through their fingers, each speck of blood-red dust represents the life of a Yin Sha disciple.

There was no trace of the righteous aura after killing the evil cultivator in his eyes, nor did he become particularly violent because of the crimson blood. His dark eyes were filled with a dull color, as if he was tired of personally burying a life.

He gazed at his snow-white palms, sighed, and then looked up at the Yin Sha disciple who had intended to charge forward and use him as a sacrificial offering for refining his blood spirit—

In an instant.

The Yin Sha disciples trembled violently. The young man's gaze clearly contained no killing intent or hostility; it was the most indifferent and shallow look. Yet, the more indifferent he was, the more terrifying he became to the Yin Sha disciples.

They had heard that some evil cultivators from ancient times, those who had already embarked on the path of demon slaying, felt no urge to kill.

Those evil cultivators and demons are not excited about sending off lives; on the contrary, they are rarely willing to slaughter lives.

the reason is simple.

Tired.

I'm tired of killing, and I'm tired of seeing it.

Having experienced all the hardships of human life, those who have truly grasped the essence of killing have long since become indifferent to life and death, and no longer attend the funerals of others.

This stands in stark contrast to Buddhism, where people are compassionate and take it upon themselves to help the world. They start from the perspective of life, strive to save all sentient beings, and ultimately achieve enlightenment, comprehend life and death, and see through the illusions of the world.

However, the demons of ancient times, who started with killing, eventually gained enlightenment and saw through the illusions of the mortal world.

These two types of people, the former being praised by the world and the latter being despised by all, can ultimately both see through the path of life and death.

Without a doubt—at this moment, Yunping's eyes were eyes that could see through life and death.

Is he a Living Buddha?

Not like.

Is he a demon?

It doesn't seem like it either.

The Yin Sha disciples were filled with doubt and fear. They dared not utter a sound or make a move. They stood frozen in place like puppets, and faced with the golden ravine, they dared not take another step.

Because if you take one more step, you will be reduced to ashes.

"I'll say it again—"

He spoke coldly, his words still devoid of any emotion.

"Two paths: either go back and leave the information about Yin Sha, and I may spare your lives, but I will completely destroy your evil cultivation techniques one by one to prevent you from causing trouble in the future."

"If you don't want your cultivation to be ruined, then take a step forward and cross this line."

Crossing the line?

Who would dare to cross that line?

Among the Yin Sha disciples present were those who had just advanced to the Spirit Platform stage, those at the peak of the Transformation Peak stage who were only one step away from becoming gods, and those at the Spirit Palace stage who had only recently begun cultivating their techniques.

So, which of them would dare to cross that line?

nobody.

But who would willingly let someone completely destroy the cultivation techniques they've painstakingly practiced?

There was no one there either.

Let alone the fact that almost none of them know the identity of the mastermind behind Yin Sha, even if they did know and spoke out, wouldn't they still be crippled?

Rather than that, it would be better to...

"I'll risk it all! Damn it! I'm not going to give up the martial arts technique I've worked so hard to master!!"

From within the dark tide, a low, angry roar could be heard.

He was a cultivator who had just entered the Spirit Platform stage. His cultivation talent was extremely poor, and he had to rely on constantly using living people as sacrificial offerings to forcibly improve his cultivation to reach his current level. He had killed many people for this, and his hands were stained with blood. He absolutely could not accept being crippled!

But he would never cross that death line!

So, he chose to run!

With all his might and everything he had, he began to run frantically in the direction away from Yunping.

And once the first one appeared, the second one followed. The other Yin Sha disciples, who were also unwilling to waste their cultivation here, began to run wildly in all directions!

Since we can't defeat this monster head-on, let's run! Run in all directions!

"I remember……"

The young man's words fell heavily to the ground.