The Path to Becoming Immortal

Gu Xiao and Gu Qing did not go together, and of course did not speak to stop them.

Especially Gu Xiao knew that Ning Ping would definitely do what he decided.

Moreover, the two of them had limited cultivation. If the other party was really strong, they would become a burden.

Besides, the Gu family also needed them to take charge of the overall situation.

At this moment, the Gu family relied on the formation and had a group of guards.

In addition, Yun Hongzhuo allocated some high-level cultivators from the Yun family to come, so there was no worry about safety.

Ning Ping and his companions flew all the way to the outside of Wanling City. After flying for several hours, they saw thick smoke billowing on a plain in the distance.

A town swept by flames appeared in front of everyone. This was the former Dian family, but now it has become a ruin.

As soon as they approached, several Yun family cultivators who were guarding here came to greet them.

"Meet the head of the family, meet the seniors!" After the visitor saluted respectfully, his eyes saw Ning Ping in a green shirt, and a touch of heat emerged in his eyes.

Nowadays, Ning Ping's reputation is at its peak, and he is unprecedented and unrivaled.

"Well! You retreat, go to the outer realm, and don't let anyone get close!"

"Yes!"

The Yun family monks happily took the order and retreated.

"Look, those people from the Holy Light Church definitely did this on purpose!"

Standing in front of this ruin, Yun Hongzhuo's eyes were filled with anger, and he said coldly.

Ning Ping's face was gloomy, and his spiritual sense swept out fiercely.

This place has been burned to a scorched earth under the flames.

The people who were burned to charcoal seemed to still maintain their postures before they died, curled up or kneeling.

But they did not turn into ashes, as if after a fire swept through, they were extinguished by a sudden heavy rain, forming this scene of hell on earth in front of them.

However, this scene did not seem to be the work of a monk, but like a war between mortals, with a fire set after the massacre.

Because the fire released by the monks was like poison to the tarsal bones, it would be extremely difficult to extinguish it with just rain.

Ning Ping's spiritual sense swept through them one by one, and as expected, there was no survivor, and their charred corpses could still be vaguely seen.

Moreover, the remaining fluctuations of the formation were still floating around.

A ray of blue light swept through his eyes, and a trace of a faint breath was also revealed on the ruins.

"Four fusion stages, and a very obscure breath..."

After Ning Ping took a closer look, he immediately made a preliminary judgment.

Especially the obscure breath, after a careful sensing, it was indeed distinguished from it that it was indeed a Mahayana cultivator.

"Ning Ping, how is it? Did you gain anything!"

Ding Cang, who was standing aside, saw Ning Ping's thoughtful expression and spoke with a blank face.

He was just like Ning Ping, trying very hard to see something, but because it had been a while, he didn't see anything.

"Four fusion stage, one Mahayana stage! Sure enough, they came prepared!"

"These damn ones..." Ding Cang was about to get angry, but seeing Ning Ping still looking serious, he just held back.

Yun Hongzhuo's eyes also lit up slightly, and the difference between them was immediately obvious. As a person with a mysterious soul body, he could still see the difference now.

You should know that Yun Hongzhuo has nothing to do now. The slight fluctuations he had before have now disappeared.

Ning Ping's eyes were scorching, and his consciousness swept outward fiercely.

"Over there! Go!" After a while, Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly, and his figure shot out into the distance.

Yun Hongzhuo and others immediately followed.

Ning Ping flew forward slowly, and glanced around carelessly from time to time.

"Ning Ping, did you find anything?" Yun Hongzhuo quickened his pace and came to Ning Ping's side.

"No!" Ning Ping smiled faintly and replied casually.

Yun Hongzhuo was stunned when he heard it, then his eyes lit up, revealing a smile and a hint of worry.

"Father, didn't Ning Ping say there was no clue? Then why are you running around?"

Ding Zuo behind him also heard the words of the two people in front of him, and his mind became confused.

"This is called luring the snake out of the hole! Think about it, since you spend so much effort, is there no one watching here..."

"Huh~! That's right..."

Ding Cang glanced at his son beside him, and he was more determined to walk around more, so as not to rust his brain.

Ning Ping and his group flew farther and farther, and soon came to a huge basin surrounded by continuous mountains.

At this point, Ning Ping also paused, then flipped his hand and took out a formation plate, which flashed and merged into his feet and disappeared.

"What! Just waiting here? Do you want to notify someone to come over?"

Yun Hongzhuo looked around carefully. There were weeds everywhere, and he didn't find anything unusual.

"Well, just wait here, no need to notify others! If they don't show up, I really look down on them. There's nothing to worry about!"

"That's right!"

Seeing Ning Ping's calmness, Yun Hongzhuo felt much more at ease, but he was still very worried about Ning Ping's safety.

After all, Ning Ping's significance to the Yun family is completely different from before. It can be said that all the hopes of the Yun family are currently focused on Ning Ping.

"Ning Ping, what if there really is a Mahayana cultivator..."

Ning Ping's move of setting up the array just now was of course seen, but if he faced a Mahayana cultivator, it would be completely different.

"It doesn't matter, I still want to see it!"

As he spoke, Ning Ping also showed a strong fighting spirit.

Danta had been practicing in seclusion for hundreds of years. With such an opportunity to do something, his fighting spirit was instantly ignited.

And it was just the right time to try out the results of these hundreds of years of practice.

Even if the opponent was a Mahayana cultivator, he had nothing to fear.

Time passed quietly, and it was still quiet here.

Except for Ning Ping, the others became more and more nervous.

Just a few hours later, Ning Ping, who was sitting cross-legged to rest his mind, suddenly opened his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile, and his eyes also looked over.

This sudden move immediately made several people nervous.

"Careful enough, but you're really slow..." Ning Ping stood up, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

In the divine consciousness, some figures appeared in some hidden places in the surrounding mountains.

At this time, a white figure slowly appeared in the distance, followed by four people.

As he approached, the white color of the old man in the white robe gradually faded, and turned into a fiery red robe.