The Path to Becoming Immortal

As soon as the soul left the body, it was dragged towards the black figure that had just emerged under a huge suction force.

"No..."

In the midst of horror, the soul of the black-faced monk had no room for resistance and merged into the black robe. Then he saw a huge black mountain...

"How was it? This fight was so cool!"

The person who came was naturally Ning Ping's clone. He did all this effortlessly and looked at the two people calmly.

"Oh, Ning Ping, how did you kill him!"

This scene happened in the blink of an eye. Ding Zuo came back to his senses at this time, with a look of regret on his face.

"You don't need to do it at all. My father and I can definitely kill this charcoal!"

"Shut up! Are you embarrassed? If it weren't for Ning Ping's formation... Humph!"

Speaking of this, Ding Cang's old face turned red, and he fiercely cut the boy with a regretful face.

"Haha, no hurry, there are still two people waiting for you to deal with, I'll go and get busy first!"

While speaking, Ning Ping's clone in a black robe took a step forward, and the whole person directly merged into the formation.

"Good! It seems that we still have a chance to take action, father, hurry up! Otherwise, they will kill us later!"

Seeing Ning Ping disappear, Ding Zuo couldn't wait any longer.

"Great! I didn't expect Ning Ping's strength to be so strong!"

Unexpectedly, Ding Cang's eyes were staring straight at the place where Ning Ping just disappeared, and he nodded frequently with relief.

You know, at the moment, Ning Ping was still fighting with the Mahayana cultivator, and he didn't expect that he could still distract himself to help the two of them.

In comparison, they were both in the fusion stage, and the difference was obvious.

This can no longer be described as a gap. Compared with him, there is a world of difference.

"It's a good thing that he is strong, anyway, he is also one of our family!"

Ding Zuo said casually, and his face was a little anxious in order to go to another place to fight as soon as possible.

"Haha, yes, he is from my Ding family!"

Ding Cang looked helplessly at Ding Zuo, who had little ambition, and then thought about it and suddenly let it go.

Yes, Ning Ping is his own man, why should he set such high standards for Ding Zuo?

After all, there is only one genius like Ning Ping, and it would be boring to compare his useless son with him.

Besides, Ding Zuo is actually not bad compared to many other cultivators. The talent and opportunity are as unpredictable as the way of heaven.

"Okay! Let's go, father and son are going to have a big fight! Exercise your hands and feet!"

After saying that, the two of them set off together and rushed to the direction of another strong fluctuation.

Ning Ping's clone disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived at the edge of the formation.

I saw a group of dozens of cultivators in front of them, working together to attack the translucent formation shield in front of them.

But even if they continued to attack with all their strength, in addition to causing the formation shield to vibrate violently, it was still unbreakable.

This is the effect of greatly reducing the function of the array.

Remove those complicated and flashy changes to highlight the effects you need.

The new array has two functions.

One is the illusion, which divides the battlefield and makes it easier to defeat them one by one.

The other is protection, or trapping the enemy.

With the blessing of the array pattern, the defensive ability of the array at this time has reached an incredible level.

It takes some time for a Mahayana cultivator to break through.

Of course, with me in charge, the other party will certainly not be able to break the array comfortably.

"What are you busy with?"

Ning Ping smiled sincerely at the busy people in front of him and said softly.

"Who~!"

But this sudden sound, in their ears, was like thunder in the plain.

They could clearly hear the fierce fluctuations in the distance in the big array, but such a fight was not something they could participate in at all.

The highest level of their cultivation was only at the Spiritualization Stage. If they went to participate in the battle, it would be good if they did not hold back.

Everyone turned their heads and looked back, only to see a man in a black robe, smiling and staring at them. Their faces suddenly changed.

"Xue Tu! He is Xue Tu!"

Shi Yi, the former Purple Sword Elder of the Holy Land, was Xue Tu, whose reputation in the Holy Land was countless times greater than Ning Ping's.

"Good answer! Very good!"

Ning Ping's smile became even brighter. He turned his lowered hand and caught the black long sword that had just disappeared in his hand.

"Be careful!"

But as soon as the other party exclaimed, the terrifying black shadow disappeared.

"Ah..."

A terrified voice screamed.

He saw with his own eyes that a black light flashed by his side, and his companion's head flew high up. The terrified expression on the flying head was still clearly audible.

But his screams suddenly stopped, and the whole world began to spin.

At a certain moment, he saw his headless body standing there trembling in a daze, and then fell into eternal darkness.

In an instant, the crowd dispersed and screams rose.

"Run!"

"Where to run..."

"I'm not from the Holy Land!"

"Don't be afraid, let's fight him together!"

"That's right, he is the Blood Slaughter, he won't let us go!"

"..."

But no matter how they screamed, their heads flew up one after another.

Even if they wanted to resist, they couldn't even keep up with the opponent's figure.

A one-sided massacre was launched.

The massacre didn't last long. Just after the last headless corpse fell, a black shadow suddenly condensed, revealing Ning Ping's figure.

"Hey! It's so boring, there's not enough to chop!"

Ning Ping, who was dressed in a black robe, didn't have the joy of cleaning up everyone. Instead, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the earth-shaking sound in the distance.

There was also a raging fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Trouble! Let's clean up these ants first, and then have a big battle!"

Muttering, Ning Ping's clone took a step forward and merged into the formation and disappeared.

At this time, the entire formation was like its own domain, and it was simply at will.

When he appeared again, another group of monks who were trying to escape appeared in front of him.

"Ah...blood...blood slaughter!"

As soon as he appeared, he was seen by everyone, causing another round of chaos.

Ning Ping smiled, his body turned into a black shadow and rushed into the crowd.

The long knife in his hand flew up and down again, and heads flew into the sky one after another.

Ning Ping's clone always felt that this direct killing was more direct than other killing methods.