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"Okay, little master, since the blood essence of this martial artist has been absorbed, I will not stay outside. This kind of cultivation of a martial artist's blood essence is nothing but a cup of water. I will not say anymore, I will go to sleep …"

As she spoke, the battle spirit's ethereal figure turned into a mass of golden light that drilled into Ling Yan's collar. Then, she seemed to recall something, and her charming voice echoed within Ling Yan's mind.

"That's right, little master. Before you destroy the corpse, remember to use the illusion technique on it. That way, you'll be able to get closer to the body cultivator who's at the small success stage of the fifth level of the Mortal Stage. That body cultivator can barely be considered a genius, right? Kill him and let him nourish you a little bit more …"

Indeed, without a battle spirit to remind him, he had almost forgotten that the appearance changing technique was several times better than the appearance changing technique of Hua Longning. It was almost able to perfectly duplicate a single person.

Regardless of that person's height, build, cultivation level, temperament, etc., there was no difference between him and the main character.

If one's cultivation wasn't several times higher than Ling Yan, their spirit sense wouldn't be as sharp as Ling Yan's. They would basically not be able to see through any flaws.

"That battle spirit, you've absorbed the blood essence of a great genius at the 4th level of the Mortal Core realm. How much has your realm increased? How much more do you need in order to reach the 2-star Transcendent stage?" Ling Yan asked in his mind.

If a battle spirit could reach two stars, then the body would be able to increase combat strength by two times, and even more, it would be able to greatly enhance Ling Yan's combat strength.

"Aiya, little master, you think too much, this kind of small martial artist's blood essence is only able to sew in the gaps between their teeth, do you think that his cultivation realm is so easy to enhance, take your time, if little master has the strength, then you can just kill a few small Xiantian martial artists and let him suck their blood essence, that would barely be half a star higher than that."

Xiantian realm martial artists were f * cking small martial artists. Killing several Xiantian realm martial artists would only be able to raise one's cultivation by half a star …

Ling Yan's face darkened. He really had the nerve to say that his cultivation was at the sixth level of the Mortal Core realm. He might not even be able to survive, let alone a Xiantian realm martial artist.

If I had the strength to kill a Xiantian realm martial artist, would I have been chased around like that?

If he could, then so be it. It seemed that raising his battle spirit realm required a long period of time. But, he couldn't rush it either. As long as his cultivation increased, then it would be of great help to his battle spirit.

At this time, Ling Yan relaxed his mind and didn't disturb the battle spirit that was sleeping.

Arriving in front of the paper like corpse of Hua Long, Ling Yan stretched out his right hand, and with a thought, a faint golden light appeared on his right hand.

Immediately after, Ling Yan crouched down and slowly scanned Hua Longning's shriveled skin with his pale golden right hand …

Head... Abdomen... Legs...

Fortunately, Hua Longning's corpse was now as dry as a piece of paper.

If not, even if Ling Yan were to touch from top to bottom, he would still be touching a man, or even a corpse. Just thinking about it made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Ten seconds later, the pale golden light in Ling Yan's palm dissipated. He stood up with his eyes closed, and then opened his eyes, which were shining brightly.

The illusion technique successfully replicated!

Hua Longning's corpse made a few 'pi pi pi pi' sounds and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, dissipating into the air.

Except for the charred ground, there was no sign that a body had ever been destroyed.

Senior Brother, after we take care of this killer, it will be your turn.

Ling Yan muttered to himself as a cold smile appeared on his face.