"I hope it's fake again, or our good days will be over." Hua Wenyao wailed with great regret, as if someone really attacked. After saying goodbye to Hua Wenyao, Ning Ping began to think while walking on the road. Whether it's true or not, it's better to believe it than not. Anyway, I'm trapped in Chunhui Valley now. If it's true, it might be my chance to escape. If it's true, then the rumor has been out for a long time, if someone really comes to attack, it will be a matter of a few days. For the sake of caution, Ning Ping's soul left his body as soon as he returned to the room, and he came to the place where the storage bag was hidden again, carefully checked it again, and also went into the small hole next to it to observe again, and only felt relieved after ensuring that it was correct. If someone really wants to come to attack, then there is no doubt that Chunhui Valley is also one of the main targets. The powerful monks can fly, and the valley entrance is narrow. It is definitely unrealistic to want to escape immediately. Then this is his most reliable retreat. The next day was the last day of the year. There would be a three-day holiday on the first day of the Lunar New Year, which was also the happiest day for the disciples of Chunhui Valley. But a disaster happened without any warning, not only involving all Nanhuamen, but also Ning Ping. When all the spiritual medicines for the day were refined, Ning Ping was about to leave when suddenly a familiar wave came from behind him. The source was Yang Qizhen. Ning Ping had become accustomed to this situation. The chaos in Yang Qizhen's body had developed from once every two months to now less than a month in just six months. If it was before, Ning Ping didn't think anything, but after listening to Hua Wenyao's words yesterday, he was like a frightened bird and became alert in an instant.
"Master, everything has been refined today, so I'll go back first." Ning Ping pretended to be extremely tired and walked out. "Hmph..." As soon as he turned around, he saw Yang Qizhen's face twisted and a muffled groan came out, and then he stared at Ning Ping with a pale face. Ning Ping instantly felt like he was facing a great enemy and became alert in his heart. Yang Qizhen seemed to be holding back something, but when he looked up, his eyes were red and his face was filled with strange excitement. "Disciple, don't blame Master, I can't hold it back anymore..." As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow jumped out of Yang Qizhen's body. "Hehehe~ Just let me swallow you!" The black shadow laughed, staring at Ning Ping with his hollow eyes and pounced on him. 'Finally this day has come.' Ning Ping was extremely regretful, and then his heart became colder. Ning Ping was on guard at this moment, and his soul had already left his body and went up to meet him, while his body went to the corner. The black shadow's hollow eyes looked at Ning Ping who was walking with some doubts, and then he entangled with Ning Ping's invisible soul, and both of them opened their mouths and bit each other. But then the black shadow felt something was wrong. He saw that the invisible soul of the other party did not pull after biting him, but bit him tightly and did not move. However, the soul power of the place where it bit was constantly flowing away. The black shadow roared in fear, trying to get rid of this terrifying situation, but it was in vain. At this moment, he was already tightly hugged by the other party. This was exactly the response method Ning Ping had planned for this period of time. He ran the Phantom Soul Devouring Technique while biting the other party and activated the Soul Devouring Technique. But he never expected that the effect would be so good. However, it was a good thing for him, but a disaster for him. After a while, the black shadow quickly faded down. It was estimated that it would be absorbed by Ning Ping in a few breaths. At this time, Ning Ping's main body picked up an iron rod that had been placed in the corner in advance, walked in front of Yang Qizhen, and in his horrified eyes, he stabbed it into his heart in one go. Then the iron rod passed through Yang Qizhen's body, giving him a chill. Ning Ping sneered and said softly: "I'm sorry, Master, I still want to live now." "Stop!" Just when Ning Ping was about to suck all the black shadow, the black shadow suddenly seemed to have recovered some intelligence and shouted. Ning Ping's heart moved, his eyes flashed and he took another big breath, then he let go of his hand, only to see the black shadow leaving a faint wave at this moment and quickly escaped and then drilled into Yang Qizhen's body. As his soul returned, Yang Qizhen's eyes also regained some spirit. Ning Ping just held the iron rod in his hand, staring at the other party in silence and vigilance.
"Cough~" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Qizhen's expression became a little more sluggish. "Haha, I didn't expect you to have such a method." Yang Qizhen sat cross-legged on the ground, smiled miserably, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. "Uncle An was also killed by you like this." Ning Ping did not reply, but nodded slightly. "I never thought there are souls that can exist independently in the world. I will die with peace of mind if I can witness it with my own eyes." "Why did you wait until today to think of harming me?" Ning Ping said in a cold tone. "I said I didn't want to swallow you, do you believe it?" Yang Qizhen's face showed his kind side again. Ning Ping thought about it and nodded, "I believe it!" Yang Qizhen seemed to be very relieved to hear this answer, and then said: "A strong soul is very important to a cultivator, which is why I took the risk to practice this evil art. Unfortunately, it is precisely because of this that the soul in my body can no longer be suppressed. You are my last hope." "How do you know I killed Uncle An?" Ning Ping is still confused now. What he did at that time was already secretive enough. "When I chose you, I sensed the breath of Uncle An's soul on you." As he spoke, Yang Qizhen's eyes began to become a little distracted. Ning Ping thought, so that's why, he only completely refined Uncle An's soul the next day. "But then the breath disappeared again, so I was just suspicious. If you don't refine after swallowing someone else's soul, it will cause chaos, and the method is in the hands of that old guy Uncle An. Now I can't suppress it anymore, so I put my last hope on you." "I didn't find the refining method you said." After Ning Ping understood the whole story, he thought about it and told the truth. When Yang Qizheng heard this, he believed that Ning Ping definitely had no need to lie to him at this time, and he immediately laughed bitterly: "Haha, I didn't expect that in the end it was all in vain. It seems that the old ghost was prepared. Alas~ We were master and disciple, but it was retribution for us to die in your hands." "What a pity, in fact, I really like you, and I am also ready to teach you all I know about alchemy, fate is playing tricks on me!"
