The villain is right beside me

"Fellow Daoist, you have been watching for so long, could you please come down and talk?"

After hearing this, the two of them felt cold all over their bodies at the same time! They immediately turned into two long rainbows and fled in two directions without saying a word.

At this time, several corpse puppets appeared in front of the two of them at the same time. These were iron corpses capable of rivaling the initial stage of platform building, and were enough to stop them.

Mu Qing had already set up traps around them before taking action, and the corpse puppets could stop them for a moment. However, at this time, Mu Qing had already approached them separately and forced the two of them back to their original positions.

The two men had pale faces, with the puppets' hands on their necks, looking dejected and resigned.

Mu Qing smiled and said, "Please both of you hand over your original souls. As long as you don't tell anyone about what happened here, I promise that I won't hurt you in the slightest."

This smile was like a death warrant to them. They had no choice but to hand over their original souls.

Mu Qing would not absorb the cultivation of anyone. If anyone provoked him, Mu Qing would not let him go no matter what. But for those bystanders who accidentally entered the scene, Mu Qing would just force them to hand over their original souls and let them go.

The Dragon-Drawing Technique does have a workable method, which is to first extract the cultivator's cultivation, hide the spiritual power in a relatively safe place in the body, and then gradually refine it by oneself. After all, everyone's cultivation method is different, and their immortal roots and physiques are also different, so it is inevitable that there will be spiritual power conflicts.

Mu Qing stored the spiritual power in his internal organs, and then filtered it through his immortal roots, slowly merging it into the Taoist platform. However, his immortal roots were really rubbish, just like a large iron spoon with only a tiny filter hole poked on it. It took a long time to filter out the cultivation level of a person in the middle stage of building a platform, and only 30% remained.

However, just this 30% of spiritual power is already very good for Mu Qing.

After half a year, he finally began to approach the bottleneck of building the second level of the platform.

Although Mu Qing still complained it was too slow, Lao Wang said it was already very fast. With his talent, it would take him 20 years to achieve a breakthrough even with slow practice.

Add to that the spoils that Mu Qing had collected, and after swallowing Wang Liang today and returning to the world within his body to refine it, perhaps he could achieve a breakthrough today.

A Daotai is like a pool. When the water in the pool overflows, you have to build another one.

However, because Mu Qing's foundation in the early stage of building the platform was too deep, his first-level platform was much larger than that of ordinary platform-building monks. For example, others had a well, but his was an ocean!

Now, he wants to build another huge basin to pour the water into it.

Rumble.

The spiritual power in the body was like the tide, surging. Gradually, a ladder seemed to appear above the first platform. On the ladder, a new platform slowly took shape, emitting infinite golden light.

Bang!

The second level platform is completed!

Mu Qing opened his eyes. If others built a platform like building a tall tower, then he was building magnificent palaces.

"Finally the second level." Mu Qing was delighted, but this was just the beginning and it was still a long way from reaching the ninth level of the platform.

During these days, he absorbed the spiritual power of eight cultivators who were in the initial stage of platform building and five cultivators who were in the middle stage of platform building. Of course, those who took the initiative to provoke him have become zombie puppets, and even their souls have become nutrients for the evil spirits.

Mu Qing began to count the spoils. Wang Liang had cheated many people of their good things during his lifetime, until he dared to set his sights on him.

"What are all these miscellaneous things?" In Mu Qing's inner world, the looted things have already filled up a small mountain.

"Hey, this is the Dingyan Pill! It's a spiritual-grade premium pill. There are three pills in total. I'll eat one and leave one for Master. I'll sell the rest."

"What is this? A torn mask, huh." Mu Qing found a mask that could only cover half of his face and threw it aside. Lao Wang looked at this half mask and his spiritual consciousness took shape.

“This…” Lao Wang put it on. Suddenly, the mask seemed to be stuck on his face. The next second, his appearance changed drastically!

"...Mu Qing, look..."

Mu Qing turned around and was startled to find himself standing behind him. Or rather, he looked exactly like him, wearing white clothes and had a similar temperament.

What’s even more strange is that Mu Qing didn’t feel at all that he was fake.

Lao Wang was distracted and took off the mask, and his face returned to its original state: "It's actually a mask that can be used for makeup and transformation. The aura is well hidden. Could it be some kind of magic weapon?"

Mu Qing took it excitedly and put it on his face. The first person he thought of was Lao Wang. So, without anyone noticing, his face turned into Lao Wang's true appearance.

Lao Wang didn't expect that this mask could not only hide his aura, but also change his face at will. What's more exaggerated is that when Mu Qing put on the mask and became his appearance, even his temperament was so similar!

"Interesting, this magic weapon seems to be incomplete. It can only change the face, but not the body shape." Mu Qing tried again, changing into other imaginary faces. If others still can't tell for a while, "There should be another half of the mask. Where did this Wang Liang get it from..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the unconscious Wang Liang.

"Simple." Lao Wang searched his soul directly and found only one memory about the mask.

"It picked up half a mask from a corpse, and there is no clue of the other masks."

"Where is the body?"

If Mu Qing could learn how to cross-dress, he wouldn't have to worry about exposing himself.

This Wang Liang had an ordinary appearance, with a black mole next to the corner of his mouth. Mu Qing looked at his memory, changed into his appearance, put on his clothes, and went to the place where the corpse was found.

This Wang Liang came from a small sect called Liangyi Sect. There were only about ten people from them who entered the airspace battlefield. Now, except for him, there are only three people left alive from Liangyi Sect.

Sun Xiaoya was a fellow disciple of Wang Liang. She was usually quiet, but now she pursed her lips, her hair was disheveled, and she was sweating profusely. The spiritual power in her body had been exhausted. A look of grief and anger appeared on her face. She glanced at the two senior brothers beside her. They both had expressions of fear on their faces and fled forward desperately.

"I'm afraid there are only three of us alive in the Liangyi Sect here." Sun Xiaoya smiled miserably. Half a month ago, ten disciples of their Liangyi Sect came to an ancient tomb to search for treasures. Unexpectedly, the cunning Wang Liang triggered some mechanism, and the whole tomb suddenly collapsed. The rest of the people died, but Wang Liang was the first to escape.

Although they managed to escape, some strange creatures that they had never seen before appeared in the tomb. They were similar to wandering souls, but more brutal than them. They were not demons, but more strange than them.

Sun Xiaoya sighed bitterly, quickly looked back at the strange creature that was getting closer and closer, closed her eyes in despair, and the figure of Wang Liang involuntarily appeared in her mind.

"Don't let me meet this hateful and shameless villain again!"

"Wang Liang!" Suddenly, she heard her senior brother beside her calling.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Sun Xiaoya opened her beautiful eyes and saw a young man flying towards them.

"Wang Liang, you still dare to go back..."

"Wang Liang" ignored them and saw a group of strange white spirits behind them. These were resentful souls! Stronger than wandering souls, but weaker than evil souls, and had some aggressiveness.

"Wang Liang" snorted lightly, emitting a breath of evil spirit, and a wave of fluctuations came from his spiritual consciousness.

Dozens of resentful souls suddenly retreated in panic and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sun Xiaoya stared blankly at the scene in front of her, unable to guess why those horrible creatures suddenly left. Suddenly, she turned her head to look at Wang Liang, a ridiculous thought arose in her heart: Could it be that these horrible creatures were afraid of Wang Liang?

But then she denied this guess. The other two disciples were also confused, but no matter what, they felt like they had survived a catastrophe, and all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

These resentful souls appeared after the collapse of the ancient tomb. According to Wang Liang’s memory, there is still a group of resentful souls hidden under the ancient tomb.

"Wang Liang" moved and continued to fly towards the ancient tomb.

The three of them were stunned and looked at each other. They didn't know why Wang Liang wanted to go back, but because of the strange creature just now, they really didn't want to go back to that damn tomb.

"Could it be possible that he has found some clue to the treasure again?" thought one of the brothers, with a hint of greed rising in his heart.

No one stopped Mu Qing along the way and he finally arrived at the ancient tomb. However, the tomb had collapsed and became a ruin floating in the void.

There were countless resentful souls howling around, and when they saw Mu Qing, they all pounced on him.

Mu Qing snorted coldly and summoned the evil spirit little girl.

As soon as she appeared, all the resentful spirits were frightened and fled in all directions desperately.

The evil soul stepped forward and took a deep breath, and like a whirlpool, the resentful soul was sucked into her seven orifices while roaring.

With this help, Mu Qing used his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings. There was indeed nothing here, it was completely destroyed. It seemed that he was lucky to get this mask.

"Come back." Mu Qing called the little girl back. She felt like she was wearing a tight hoop and had to obey.

Since she can swallow any soul, why not...

Mu Qing said: "Let's go and take a look at the inner area of ​​the airspace battlefield."

The airspace battlefield has an outer circle and an inner circle. Everyone initially trained in the outer circle. No one knew what would happen in the inner circle. The outer circle was suitable for cultivators at the Platform Building Realm because it was a relatively safe place. However, even cultivators at the Wheel Sea Realm would be in danger of death if they entered the inner circle!

But maybe he can encounter more opportunities in the inner circle. As the saying goes, fortune and honor are sought in danger. If he encounters danger, he can escape. If he can't escape, he can hide.

Besides, the real purpose of the sect arranging them into the airspace battlefield is not just for training, but a kind of screening.

Only by going through the dangerous situations where one is almost dead, through the real trials of life and death, and constantly eliminating large numbers of disciples, can those who can finally survive have the real chance to become a strong person in the Wheel Sea Realm!

This is cruel and extremely ruthless, but no top-notch person has ever had a smooth journey in the journey of cultivating immortals.

No sect would put its disciples in an ivory tower, they would let them live and die, letting nature take its course. This is the reason why a sect can truly thrive; only through these layers of screening can the pillars of the sect emerge.