Thirty Million Merit Points! Changsheng Wuji

The headless evil spirit howled like a ghost. Golden rays like a storm of pear blossom needles blanketed the sky and fell like raindrops, each needle enough to make him wish he were dead.

Combined, they were even more terrifying, making him die and come back to life every minute.

"Ah! I will never let you go! I have remembered your aura. As long as you remain in the Mythic Battlefield, you will suffer endless pursuit!"

At last, the headless evil spirit let out an unwilling roar, spat out his threat, and turned to flee. He transformed into a streak of light, crossed billions of light-years, and vanished into the depths of the void.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Ling Xiao moved and gave chase, but he gave up before long. A seventh-turn half-step Great Dao evil spirit determined to escape was impossible to catch without the proper means.

"What a pity! Several million merit points just ran away!" Ling Xiao stamped his feet in regret. A seventh-turn evil spirit was worth 7.4 million merit points. If he had killed it, he would have had over thirty million merit points.

But on second thought, if he had not lucked into mastering the Immortal Soul, he would have died at the hands of the headless evil spirit long ago, his ashes scattered to the wind.

How could he possibly have turned defeat into victory?

"Awesome! That was freaking awesome! Ling Xiao, from now on, you're my idol—the one and only partner officially appointed by Uncle Boya!"

Seeing the evil spirit beaten away, Uncle Boya immediately flew over, clapping loudly, his face beaming with a smile even happier than if his wife had given birth.

They had survived a calamity!

He had already decided where he wanted to be buried after