The Path to Becoming Immortal

This time, he was seriously injured with just one punch, not to mention that he suffered such a big loss at the hands of a junior whose level was lower than his own.

Even before, it had never happened in Xiu Ran’s hands!

But Ning Ping still had no intention of taking action, and even curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"why are you laughing?!!!"

Master Huo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the overwhelming murderous intent stabbed directly at the opponent from the slit in his eyes.

So what if he punched himself, so what if he was seriously injured at this moment.

He still has the strength to fight, even if he loses a valuable treasure.

Why should he laugh? What qualifications does he have to laugh in front of him!

"you......"

But just when he was about to say a harsh word, his expression suddenly changed.

At this time, Master Huo Rong suddenly appeared, with an extremely frightened look on his face and eyes.

His legs immediately softened and he fell to the ground cross-legged.

Even the precautions were completely forgotten, and he looked at himself with a horrified look, as if he wanted to figure something out.

In the blink of an eye, the original paleness on his face was covered with a layer of deathly gray.

"What...what is this?"

Master Huorong touched his hair. At this moment, his hair had turned gray and completely lost its luster.

Moreover, the gray-white color continued to spread from the roots to the ends of his hair, just like a death intention in his body that was constantly spreading throughout his body.

Even if he tries to use Yuan Power to control it, or the power of the soul, as long as he is contaminated with that weird gray aura.

Just like adding nutrients to the gray mist, it became stronger after devouring the power of Yuanli and Divine Soul.

Then blazing flames burst out from his body, and he tried to use the flames to refine the terrifying gray mist, but it was still ineffective.

Even if you don't stop it, all the weird vitality will be quickly swallowed wherever the terrifying gray mist passes. And after swallowing the vitality in the same way, the gray mist will still grow rapidly.

In a dilemma, the gray mist spread to the whole body as it came and went.

Feeling the rapid passage of life span, Master Huo Rong was extremely frightened and at a loss. Such a strange method was unheard of.

At this time, he felt extremely regretful, regretting that he should not have provoked the other party.

In just a moment, Master Huo Rong became extremely old, and the grayness on his face and the wrinkles on his face became visibly aggravated and deepened.

In the blink of an eye, the original black hair turned into a dull gray.

"Ahem...this...what the hell is this?"

Master Huo Rong gave a dry cough in despair, and with this slight movement, a strand of gray hair fell down from his head.

Ning Ping, however, didn't seem to be moved at all. He just stood on the top of the mountain of Soul Refining, quietly watching the other party's futile struggle.

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to what he meant, Huo Rong's original idea of ​​asking for mercy was instantly given up.

Mahayana monks naturally have their own arrogance. After completely abandoning that thought, a desire to survive burst out again.

"Don't even think about taking my life away based on this!" Master Huo Rong mobilized all the remaining energy in his body at this time.

Then, Ning Ping felt that the flame barrier surrounding him suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Rong's body moved violently, grabbed the long sword with a much weaker light, and stabbed directly to the top of his head.

Ning Ping just watched quietly, without even the slightest thought of pursuing him.

Master Huo Rong's weak consciousness saw that Ning Ping below did not follow him, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

But then a bitterness emerged in my heart, and my mood instantly fell to the bottom.

He knows that the other party no longer bothers to pursue him, or the other party already knows his ending in his heart.

"No!!! I haven't ascended to the upper realm yet! As long as I find the Holy Lord, he will definitely help me get rid of that ghost!"

Thinking of this, the long sword in his hand also slashed towards the approaching transparent formation shield.

"boom......"

There was a sound that was much weaker than before, and a counterattack force slammed into Zhenren Huo Rong.

"Wow......"

Master Huo Rong flew out directly and screamed while still in mid-air.

But nothing came out of his mouth, as if his body had become dry.

On the way down, the gray hair on his head had fallen away, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"Plop..."

The shriveled body of Master Huorong fell to the ground like a piece of dead wood, and his turbid eyes looked helplessly at the dome above his head, which was returning to calm.

"I didn't expect that my last blow was to escape for my life!"

"If I can get out, the Holy Lord will definitely have a way to save me..."

"..."

He mumbled something vaguely...

Then, the last light in Huo Rong's eyes was taken over by a touch of gray, and the last glimmer of hope was cut off.

Ning Ping didn't hear what the other party was saying, and he didn't care.

After exhaling a long breath, he put away the Soul Refining Mountain with a thought and arrived at the opponent's side in a flash.

At a glance, I saw the Huorong Master at this moment. Under the loose robe, his shriveled gray body was covered with wrinkles, like a completely dehydrated mummy.

The gray and empty eyes stared helplessly at the dome above his head.

At this moment, a pure death aura floated directly towards the Soul Refining Mountain in the distance, and was dragged into it in a flash.

Ning Ping was slightly surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that the Soul Refining Mountain would swallow such death aura without error.

Then his spiritual sense swept, his eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his hand to grab the body of the Fire Rong Zhenren on the ground from a distance.

A flash of light flashed slightly and flew out from the opponent's body, and fixed directly in front of Ning Ping.

This is a fist-sized, dull, dark red bead, with a strong breath of the law of fire on it, and a very unique breath.

That familiar breath shows that some of the methods used by the Fire Rong Zhenren on the ground before came from this.

"What is this? Fire? It doesn't look like it..."

After a careful look, Ning Ping found that this thing was not the same thing as the so-called fire in Xiu Ran's mouth.

Even if there are many kinds of fire, the bead in front of him is definitely not one of them.

Ning Ping's mind raced quickly and his eyes lit up after a while.

"Dragon Demon Pill?"

That's right, this dark red bead gave Ning Ping a sense of déjà vu.

That was the giant dragon Tu Yan that he had encountered in the Ice Flame Secret Realm. He was disturbed by Xiu Ran's words before, and only realized it after careful investigation.