The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Are you colluding with the demons?"

In an instant, the purple-faced monk also thought of a possibility and exclaimed.

"You don't have to worry about it. Without the existence of your holy land, the demons wouldn't be in trouble at all!"

Yun Jian stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.

In the distance, Wu Chuxun stood quietly aside, as if he hadn't even moved a hand, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Okay! If that's the case, then come on! The holy light will surely shine on the entire world of cultivation!"

A flash of ferocity flashed in the purple-faced monk's eyes, he roared, moved his body, and rushed towards several people.

At the same time, the entire body exuded a terrifying power.

"No! He's going to blow himself up! Be careful!" Yun Jian's expression changed slightly, and he stepped aside Ning Ping.

But Ning Ping's eyes flashed continuously, without any fear at all, because he saw Shen Qingyao still standing there unmoved, with no intention of moving.

Sure enough, as soon as the other party approached, Shen Qingyao moved, raised her hand and brushed her long sleeves away.

"Huh^" An extremely cold wind swept towards the opponent in an instant.

Even though he was dozens of feet away, Ning Ping couldn't help but shiver all over.

Suddenly, the speed of the purple-faced monk who rushed towards him quickly dropped in the cold wind.

The purple-faced monk tried his best to move his body with a frightened look on his face, but to no avail.

And at a speed visible to the naked eye, a layer of ice formed all over his body, and the manic fluctuations in his body seemed to be imprisoned.

Before they could rush in front of a few people, the purple-faced monk turned into an ice sculpture. At this moment, even the frightened expression on the other person's face was frozen.

"Sister Chuxun, Niu!"

Only then did Ning Ping give a thumbs up and a sincere compliment.

Yun Jian, who was currently standing in front of Ning Ping, was stunned and stood still.

This is the true strength of the Wu Nian Sect Leader! ! !

As both Mahayana monks, I actually feel a feeling that I can never reach at this moment, and a deep sense of powerlessness emerges in my heart.

"Hmph! Stop flattering me and don't do anything!"

Wu Chuxun glanced at the other party angrily, and then his face turned cold.

"Okay!"

Ning Ping responded happily and stared directly at the ice sculpture.

In an instant, dozens of small black arrows were shot out, and one by one they penetrated into the purple-faced monk who had no ability to resist.

The purple-faced monk could not move at all. Apart from the fear in his eyes, he could only watch helplessly as the other party acted.

A stream of pure divine soul power came again, continuously integrating into the Soul Refining Mountain.

Fortunately, after refining the Soul Refining Mountain, my soul has reached its bottleneck and can no longer increase.

Otherwise, if you add Soul Refining Mountain, two big companies that absorb the power of the soul, it will be really difficult for Ningping to distribute.

However, this Soul Refining Mountain seemed to be a bottomless pit. It swallowed the souls of two Mahayana monks one after another, and they didn't seem to have changed much. This also frightened Ning Ping.

After a while, everything finally stopped, and two more gray-white corpses appeared on the ground again.

Ning Ping felt a little emotion in his heart, and shot two fireballs at will. Two balls of fire exploded in an instant, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Two Mahayana monks from the Holy Land also perished!

After doing all this, Ning Ping also looked at the hundreds of thousands of silent monks in Longxi City.

"Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you! You are safe! All the previous rumors about the Holy Land are not rumors, they are all true! Okay, you go back. You don't need to be stationed here anymore!"

Under Ning Ping's comfort, the monks finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few people took the lead and fled away, all the monks dispersed, and soon the entire Longxi City became an empty city.

Wu Chuxun then flashed slightly and reached the entrance of the passage, and then his whole body became quiet again.

Just when Ning Ping and Yun Jian followed, a faint scent of demons emerged from the entrance to the passage ahead.

Seeing this, Ning Ping couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart. It seemed that the demons were also paying attention to the situation here. It seemed that the real master was about to appear.

Then the demonic energy was clearly audible, and in the blink of an eye, the entire front passage was occupied by dark demonic energy.

"Ouch! You guys are indeed punctual, not bad! You didn't disappoint me! Bassano, good to go back and remember you for your great contribution!"

With a dull sound, a short and burly man also walked out directly.

While talking, a pair of small eyes kept scanning Ningping and the others.

"Lord Huntian Demon Ancestor, this is the job of a villain!" Next to him, Basano was standing with his hands tied up with a respectful look on his face.

While speaking, he also directly named the other party's identity, which also verified several people's guesses.

Several people calmly looked at the two people who had just appeared. There was no doubt that the person in front of them was the demon they had been waiting for.

But at this moment, Ning Ping had a weird look on his face. If this person was really the Demon Ancestor of the Huntian, this would really be somewhat different from what he had in mind.

At that time, in the underground cave of Ruolinxing, the man who claimed to be the Demon Ancestor of the Huntian Heaven had a terrifying giant hand.

Therefore, in my imagination, the other party is also a towering giant...

Is it possible that the other party is just a clone?

Just as Ning Ping was sizing up the other party, the Huntian Demon Ancestor's eyes flashed and he also stared at Ning Ping, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"You are Hun Tian!!"

Just as the other party looked at Ning Ping unscrupulously, Wu Chuxun frowned and showed a trace of displeasure.

"Yes, I am Hun Tian Mo Zu!!"

Just as he retracted his gaze, Hun Tian Mo Zu looked Wu Chuxun up and down again, and also knew that the three people on the opposite side were mainly this woman.

"Okay! That's it, just turn around and follow us!"

Wu Chuxun nodded silently and ordered casually.

"Okay! No problem!"

Hun Tian Mo Zu nodded without hesitation, but suddenly frowned and his face was stunned.

"No! Who are you? How dare you order me, the dignified Mo Zu, like this!"

As he spoke, his demonic energy began to surge, and a demon shadow dozens of feet high also appeared behind him.

As soon as the demon shadow appeared, it stared at Wu Chuxun below with its eyes wide open.

But Wu Chuxun still looked at the other party calmly, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

There was even a hint of mockery in his eyes!

Seeing this demonic figure, Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly, and he instantly felt the familiar feeling.

"You are Hun Tian, ​​right? Listen carefully!"

So he stepped forward, thrust out his chest, and shouted softly.

"This person is famous all over the world, everyone is afraid of him, demons are worried about him, and holy places avoid him! The master of Wu Nian Sect is unfathomable and mysterious! Fairy Wu Nian!"