It was not until two full hours later, when the sun was setting, that the two of them finished their training.

As soon as the training was over, the cultivator surnamed Long looked confused, and then turned his gaze to the cultivator surnamed Cai who was not far away from him.

"What's wrong? Brother Cai!"

As the monk named Cai slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes.

"Why don't I sense anything unusual..." Long asked doubtfully while sensing himself with his spiritual sense.

"Haha! It's still early. It takes a long time of sincere practice to sense the Holy Light, until the Holy Light is finally born in your body!"

The monk named Cai chuckled and explained it carefully.

"My current state is the result of a hundred years of practice. But if Brother Long truly and sincerely senses the Holy Light, this process will be greatly shortened. Brother Long, don't worry, just persist in practicing sincerely!"

"Oh!! I see. Thank you so much, Brother Cai, for clearing up my confusion! From now on, I will sincerely comprehend the Holy Light and strive to achieve success in my cultivation as soon as possible!"

The monk surnamed Long finally felt relieved, as if he had grabbed an invisible straw deep in his heart.

"Okay, it's time for me to say goodbye! We've gained a lot from this trip. I hope Brother Long will come to visit our Wanfu Gate next time!"

The monk surnamed Cai stood up and was about to say goodbye and leave.

After much persuasion, the monk surnamed Cai and his group finally set out on their return journey, heading back the way they came.

The monk surnamed Cai and his group were flying in the air. Suddenly, a young monk who was traveling with them had his eyes flashing slightly and asked curiously.

"Master! How's Fellow Daoist Long? I saw him leave for quite a while!"

"You little brat, is this something you should be asking about? But don't you think about it? When the master takes action, there's no way he'll fail! Humph!"

The monk surnamed Cai initially put on a very stern look, but later on, a hint of complacency appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, Master's move is indeed extraordinary, but I don't understand. The people of Longshan Village are descendants of Longshan Jun, so they are not afraid..."

The young monk continued to ask in confusion.

"Hmph! What do you know? My Holy Land is struggling to survive right now, and we need fame! Just think about it, a powerful descendant who once participated in the Holy Land War is actually joining our Holy Land on his own initiative. This is something worth promoting!"

The monk surnamed Cai gave an enigmatic smile, and then patiently explained to his disciples.

"It won't be long before my holy land will be like a spark that ignites a prairie fire, igniting the entire cultivation world once again and regaining its former glory!!!"

"Yes!! Definitely, my holy land will rise again!"

The words of the old man surnamed Cai also ignited the fire in the young monk's heart, and he became excited.

"Alright! Enough of the small talk. When you return, you must cultivate diligently, comprehend the Holy Light, and strive to obtain opportunities in the Holy Land. That is the true path to immortality."

“Yes, Master!”

After the other people agreed, their eyes lit up with surprise, and they stopped talking and continued on their way.

Ning Ping followed behind him slowly, without any sign of impatience.

The group of people in front, due to their low level of cultivation, stopped and walked along the way, and only stopped at a place with strange peaks and steep mountains after walking for tens of thousands of miles.

Ning Ping took a casual look and found that this area was lacking in spiritual energy and its only advantage was its beautiful scenery.

The slightly crude mountain gate showed that this was the Wanfu Gate mentioned by the monk surnamed Cai.

Of course, if it weren't for the lack of spiritual energy, a small sect like theirs probably wouldn't be able to serve as a place for cultivation.

There are not many disciples in the entire Wanfu Sect, only a few thousand at most.

It is really a small sect that does not compromise.

Without exception, many disciples who were practicing were sitting cross-legged in the sun, chanting something in their mouths.

After a careful investigation with spiritual consciousness, it was discovered that only a part of the monks in the Wanfu Sect had cultivated the holy light.

The one with the highest cultivation level is only a Jindan stage cultivator.

"Humph! Looks like this is a den of thieves!"

Ning Ping snorted secretly, raised his hand, and the terrifying figure of Aquinas fell beside him.

At this moment, the corpse was covered with black hair, and its body was shiny black, emitting a terrifying aura.

As soon as the corpse leader appeared, he looked a little confused because he had not appeared in the outside world for such a long time.

"Akui, don't let any of the people in front of you go! Go!"

When the corpse leader heard Ning Ping's words, his eyes instantly showed a bloodthirsty look and his whole body began to get excited.

"Wow..." The corpse leader let out an extremely unpleasant scream, turned into a black shadow and rushed out.

Immediately afterwards, a scream was heard, and a one-sided massacre began.

Ning Ping ignored A Kui and flashed to a secret room for training.

"Squeak..."

At this moment, the door of the secret room suddenly opened, and a monk with a kind face rushed out directly, looking towards the area where the noise had just been made, with a look of horror on his face.

But then he discovered a figure standing quietly outside the door and was shocked.

"Senior, how can I be of any service to you, my junior?"

He had not detected the other party's existence with his spiritual sense just now. If he had seen it with his eyes, he would not have noticed that there was someone standing in front of him.

With such a situation, there is no doubt that the other party's cultivation has reached a level that he dare not even imagine, so he directly calls him senior to avoid causing the other party's displeasure.

At this moment, Ning Ping's mouth corner twitched slightly, and he raised his hand and grabbed it.

Suddenly, the monk was involuntarily picked up from the air, and then his head fell into Ning Ping's palm with a look of horror on his face.

Soul-searching technique!

Some messy memories continuously flowed into Ning Ping's soul.

After a while, as Ning Ping's hand moved away, the cultivator collapsed.

Just at this moment, a black shadow flashed and landed beside Ning Ping.

The person who came was the corpse leader who had completed his mission. With his speed, it would only take a short while to kill all the thousand people.

Seeing that Ning Ping didn't give any instructions, he simply reached out and grabbed the monk who was lying limp on the ground with his huge palm.

Then, he opened the huge mouth that was several feet wide, raised his hand and sent the other person directly into his mouth.

After a while of chewing, the monk disappeared in just two bites, without even a drop of blood falling to the ground.

"Let's go!" Ning Ping frowned slightly, looked at the corpse leader, and walked directly in one direction.

Just one step, seemingly strolling leisurely, but with a slight twist, the person is already several miles away.