The Path to Becoming Immortal

The soul seal that was originally visible in the air has completely disappeared, existing only in his own consciousness, and others can't see anything.

He can only sense a faint fluctuation of the soul, and of course it is this fluctuation that makes the other party guess this.

"That's right! You have a good eye, and you can actually see it!"

Ning Ping's mouth curled slightly, and today's battle was very satisfying. These hundreds of years of hard work finally have some results.

In a good mood, he directly admitted it.

"I didn't expect that there is such a genius in my cultivation world!"

At this moment, Master Huo Rong's eyes flashed repeatedly, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"What's wrong? Can't you recruit me?"

Ning Ping's heart moved slightly, and the smile on his face became a little thicker.

Hearing Ning Ping's question, Master Huo Rong was obviously stunned, as if what he was thinking was revealed.

But he still said it with a stiff upper lip.

"That's right. It's a pity that you have such a talent and died! As long as you follow me, I will definitely make excuses for you in front of the Holy Lord."

As he said that, his tone changed and he continued with a little temptation.

"Look at my cultivation, which is the result of practicing in the Holy Land! How powerful it is, I believe you have also experienced it! As long as you join my Holy Land, your achievements will definitely exceed mine! ......"

"Stop, stop! You may not know something! I had a big fight with your Holy Lord, and I kicked his ass hard! I don't believe he can still tolerate me...Haha!"

Ning Ping was tired of hearing such words. Seeing that the other party wanted to say something, he had no interest in listening and interrupted him directly.

While speaking, he thought of the other party's embarrassed side during the Ascension Tribulation that day, and laughed directly.

"You..." Seeing that Ning Ping was so rude to the Supreme Holy Lord in his heart, Master Huo Rong was immediately furious and speechless.

"You may not know! After becoming a puppet of your so-called Holy Lord, your achievements in this life will definitely stop below him! And you will be controlled by him for the rest of your life!"

It was useless to tell the other party this, but Ning Ping's heart moved and he still said it with a look of regret.

A pill was quietly integrated into his body, and the skills were activated, and he quickly began to recover.

"Haha! As long as you can become stronger, it is not shameful to depend on anyone! Even if I stop below the Holy Lord, I will be satisfied if I can reach the Holy Lord in my life."

Huo Rong Zhenren laughed up to the sky, and then looked at Ning Ping with disdain.

"Your talent is indeed good in the entire cultivation world, and it can even be said that it is unprecedented, but even so what? In the upper realm, I am afraid you are just one of the countless living beings!"

"Can you reach the height of my Holy Lord? What a joke!!! It seems that you have not realized the truth that it is important for people to know themselves!"

"Well~! I agree with this point..." Ning Ping heard this and nodded very seriously.

"However, I agree with the point of relying on the strong, but I don't want to be a puppet!"

After all, it is only the idea of ​​some cultivators to be the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix. There are also a large number of cultivators who are struggling to survive, but they don't have so many requirements.

But it is the nature of cultivators that they will not be willing to lag behind others after reaching a certain realm.

Being willing to lag behind others is equivalent to losing the ambition and will definitely stop the longevity.

It is indeed inevitable to rely on the strong on the road of growth of cultivators.

But of course, I don't agree with being a puppet and committing to others.

I guess the real person Huo Rong in front of him thought the same thing at the beginning, and then he was forced to rely on the holy land, and now he has become a puppet of others.

"You want to delay time! How is your recovery?"

At this time, the real person Huo Rong's eyes suddenly flashed, and a smile appeared on his face.

Ning Ping heard this and a bitter smile appeared on his face. It seems that not only he wants to take the opportunity to recover, but the other party does the same.

The real person Huo Rong seems to have recovered a little, and the long sword in his hand shines brightly.

Then the long sword suddenly swelled and turned into a radiant hundred-foot giant blade, which slashed out fiercely.

Ning Ping also immediately became alert at this time, and the Xuanyue Sword Formation quickly condensed into swords and shields in front of him.

The Xuanjia Shield was also sacrificed without hesitation at the same time.

But the next scene made Ning Ping look strange.

The hundred-foot giant blade flashed directly, and did not cut Ning Ping, but the formation shield above his head.

"Boom..."

A huge roar sounded, and a layer of translucent array shield appeared in the sky above the head, which was originally empty.

In the violent distortion, countless runes condensed, tightly binding the array shield that was about to break under this blow.

For a moment, in the fierce twisting, a huge transparent sky also appeared above the head.

"This old man! Very bad..."

In a certain part of the array, Ning Ping, who was dressed in a black robe, spat with a pale face.

At this moment, his breath was extremely chaotic, and he looked very weak at first glance.

Just now, Huo Rong Zhenren's full-strength attack, only realized his intention to break the big array at the end.

In a hurry, Ning Ping had to control the array with all his strength. Under the strong attack, the Yuanli in his body was also unloaded.

Under the backlash of the array, he was in such a miserable state now.

"No way! You, a great Mahayana cultivator, actually want to escape!"

Ning Ping, dressed in a purple robe, stared at Master Huo Rong, who was in a dilemma, with an incredible look on his face.

At this time, Xiu Ran's previous instructions to him came to his mind again. No wonder Xiu Ran reminded him to be careful that the other party would slip away.

It seems that such a thing has happened before, so Xiu Ran knows him too well.

"Hmph~!" Master Huo Rong's face was unpredictable, and his originally red face was now even more red.

His face also became extremely ugly. He ignored Ning Ping's sarcasm and stared at the translucent dome above his head.

He seemed to be confused. How could this kid in front of him, who was obviously in a hurry and used the formation plate to set up a large formation, be so amazing.

Just now, after realizing that he couldn't take down the kid in front of him for a while, and sensing that his men were annihilated, he had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Xiu Ran..."

At this time, the figure he hated suddenly appeared in his mind and pressed it directly on his head.

In his subconscious, when it comes to formations in this world, only Xiu Ran can do it.

The boy in front of him looks so young, there is no way he can do this.

But according to his understanding of Xiu Ran, he is afraid that in order to achieve a state where even his full-strength attack cannot break it, he must have made careful arrangements.