The Path to Becoming Immortal

The spear was moving very fast and disappeared in a flash.

At this time, Ning Ping also saw a strange scene.

The flaming spear was obviously locked on Wu Chuxun.

But Wu Chuxun seemed to have anticipated the trajectory of the spear and took a step forward early.

The powerful blow instantly landed in the air and disappeared at the end of the sky in a flash.

"Hey, what is this..."

Not only was the purple-faced monk, who was the opponent, very confused, but Ning Ping was also puzzled.

"Hmph..."

The purple-faced monk simply stopped thinking about it and started dancing with both hands.

One by one, the flaming spears were stabbed out, and the fierce momentum brought up flames all over the sky.

At this time, the sky above Longxi City seemed to be ignited, and the whole sky was instantly illuminated red.

Ning Ping was shocked when he saw this. This was the full-strength attack of the Mahayana monk.

The flames wrapped countless spears and turned into rolling waves rushing towards Wu Chuxun, who had a calm face.

Wu Chuxun remained motionless, raising his long sleeves.

A burst of extremely cold air swept out, and the flames that had just approached were extinguished one by one, leaving only dark spears in the sky.

Wu Chuxun still walked leisurely in the face of the spear shadows in the sky, as if he had foreseen all of this in advance.

All the dark spears were avoided calmly.

At this moment, Ning Ping, who was far behind, suddenly felt a palpitation, as if he was suddenly stared at by something dangerous.

Wu Chuxun showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and just as all the spears were shot one by one, he turned his hand and flicked his finger.

"Shh..."

An ice crystal flashed and flew out.

"Ding..."

With a light sound, among the spear shadows in the sky, one of the spear shadows deviated from the track under the impact of the ice crystal, and then collided with other spear shadows.

As the purple-faced monk who took the initiative to attack, his body suddenly stopped, and his face turned into a cautious look.

As a spectator, Ning Ping was even more shocked.

Just now, he suddenly became alert. It was the purple-faced monk who inadvertently locked onto him.

A small part of the flaming spears that were shooting all over the sky was directed at him.

But those seemingly irregular attacks were easily seen through by Wu Chuxun who was fighting against them.

Just a flick of the hand helped Ning Ping to resolve the crisis invisibly.

This move not only requires a strong cultivation, but also the opponent's eyesight.

But at this moment, Ning Ping knew that this was probably not just amazing eyesight.

You should know that one of the laws that Wu Chuxun practiced was the most mysterious law of reincarnation.

Although Ning Ping did not perceive the power of the domain at this moment, the opponent's unpredictable strength was certainly not something that his eyes could see.

The opponent's attack seemed to have some kind of ability to predict in advance, and often avoided it long before the danger came.

Ning Ping knew it now. No wonder everyone was so afraid of the Wu Nian Sect.

Including the Yun family, including Old Hu, and of course the Holy Land.

At this time, Ning Ping looked at the back of the other party. Once they started, they had completely blocked the two directions of Longxi City.

In the remaining direction, many people were quietly leaving at this moment.

Ning Ping glanced at them and sneered. He moved his body and intercepted them.

In his eyes, some monks with light balls in their bodies were also mixed in the crowd and flew out.

When Ning Ping flew over, the fleeing crowd also caused a commotion.

"Ah! They are going to kill them all. Everyone rush out. If you don't rush out, you will have no chance!"

With a shout from the crowd, all the monks rushed out in a panic.

Ning Ping swept his consciousness and immediately knew that the owner of the voice was a golden sword elder from a holy land.

It is estimated that they saw that the two great powers who came were too powerful, and they, who were of low cultivation, were just a burden here.

Rather than getting in the way here, it is better to get out first, and then spread the matter to the entire cultivation world.

In this way, the reputation of the holy land may reach an unprecedented height.

Of course, this is just their idealistic thinking. Even if they go back, it will be the same dead end.

"Hu..."

Before the people arrived, Ning Ping raised his hand from a distance and threw a formation plate out.

Then, with a thought, the formation plate emitted a strong wave, which blocked their way forward tightly.

And in one move, they were all covered in it, and a stream of mist spread out immediately.

"Everyone be careful, attack together, it's just a formation..."

At this time, the voice just now came out again.

But in the thick fog, a sword light suddenly flashed.

The voice that wanted to continue to encourage something just now suddenly stopped at this moment.

After a flash of sword light, a skull-piercing person also flew up directly, followed by a small black arrow shot out, directly piercing the opponent's soul.

In the formation, Di Yuanju was also in it. Of course, he already knew the person who stopped him from leaving.

Ning Ping, he was Ning Ping of the Yun family, a controversial person.

What he didn't expect was that this person's strength was so strong.

Before, he vaguely realized that the other party was only in the Spiritualization Stage, but now he has reached the Fusion Stage.

"Fellow Taoist Ningping, I know that you have also been persecuted by the Yun family. As long as you are willing, my Holy Land will be your strongest support, as long as you leave with me!"

Di Yuanju looked around cautiously and saw a thick fog that he couldn't even penetrate with his own spiritual consciousness.

Faintly, deep in the thick fog, screams of surprise kept coming, which also frightened Di Yuanju.

All the people trapped in the formation also considered themselves to be the highest in cultivation, but they actually felt a sense of fear in their hearts.

Especially now that I feel that the number of people around me is constantly decreasing, the fear deep in my heart becomes more and more intense.

"Oh! Really? It seems like you're a little scared!"

Just when Di Yuanju was feeling uneasy, the thick fog in front suddenly dispersed, and Ning Ping, dressed in a green robe, was strolling out.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, listen to me, it's still too late to rein in the situation now. You are different from those Mahayana monks. They can just walk away, but you still have a long way to go!"

As soon as Ning Ping appeared, Di Yuanju immediately seized the opportunity and spoke quickly.

"What you said makes sense, but I've killed so many of you, so what should I do!"

Ning Ping smiled helplessly.

Hearing what Ning Ping said, Di Yuanju's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"It doesn't matter, I know that you are just being bewitched by others! As long as you open the formation, or follow me to the academy, we will set off to the Holy Land to face the Great Elder of my Holy Land. Maybe if you have a good chance, you can also meet the Holy Lord. !”