The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Who!" The monk was shocked when he heard this, and turned his head in disbelief.

On the side of the hill below, a young monk in a green robe was looking at him with a mocking face.

The monk resisted the shock in his heart, and his eyes turned rapidly, looking at the unbreakable array shield.

After his face changed several times, he had to fly down.

"I don't know how I offended the senior!"

After calming down, the monk carefully observed Ning Ping, and a sense of familiarity emerged in his heart, and he couldn't help asking in confusion.

"Offense! Haha, you really offended me!"

Ning Ping did not take action immediately, but put his hands behind his back and responded softly.

"You...you...you are Ning Ping, no! Senior Ning! I am Guo Yi, meet Senior Ning!"

This Guo Yi seemed to have recognized Ning Ping, and his face turned pale.

But now, he couldn't beat the other party, and under the desire to survive, he became more respectful.

"Yes! It seems that you have recognized me. Why did I come to you? I don't need to say more! Haha!"

Ning Ping nodded with satisfaction and chuckled.

As he spoke, a series of roars from the depths of the cave came out faintly, which made Guo Yi uneasy.

Ning Ping took advantage of the other party's confusion and quietly formed two colorful vortices in his eyes.

When the other party reacted, two colorful vortices appeared in his eyes. After a slight struggle, they began to rotate rapidly.

In his eyes, Ning Ping also radiated bursts of light.

Moreover, as the light became stronger, it became impossible to look directly at it, as if the Holy Lord in his mind was here in person.

So he couldn't help but bow his head respectfully.

Now, when it comes to the power of the soul, it is not an exaggeration to say that Ning Ping crushes the other party.

So even if the other party was also a cultivator in the fusion stage, they successfully controlled the other party.

"Let me ask you, does the Holy Light Church have any other branches in other places?" Ning Ping saw the other party's state, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl slightly.

"Replying to the senior! There are three more branches, and this is also the most secretive headquarters!"

"Report the address!"

Following Ning Ping's order, the other party also honestly told several addresses in detail.

"Is your cultivation level the highest here?"

"Yes!"

"What other sects are under control?"

"Nine Star Gate, Lock Heart Tower..."

The cultivator was very detailed and told some secrets one by one.

Hearing that more than a dozen forces were involved, Ning Ping couldn't help but frowned secretly.

Some secrets were also asked one by one.

Sure enough, that grand holy light had already begun, and it had even happened before the destruction of the Dian family.

But it was precisely because of this that Ning Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing it.

It seems that it takes a long time for the holy light to affect the monks.

But the trouble is here. Although we know that there is something wrong with the sunlight, we can't stop it at all.

Monks always have to go out for activities. No matter how careful you are, you will still be affected by the holy light after years and months.

It's just a matter of time.

"How do we get in touch with the holy land!" After understanding almost everything, Ning Ping also asked the doubts in his heart.

But who knows, when the other party heard this, a familiar scene appeared. I saw a trace of doubt in his eyes, and then his whole body trembled slightly.

It seems that he is struggling violently in his heart, and the light in his body flashed violently.

Then the colorful vortex in his eyes disappeared, turning into a clear and raging anger.

"Despicable! You actually used such a despicable method on me! My Holy Lord will never let you go!"

Seeing this, Ning Ping secretly said it was a pity, but he had expected this in his heart, otherwise he would not have asked it until the end.

"Oh! That's only possible if he can come out!"

"Haha, the Holy Light is everywhere, and everyone will convert to my Holy Land one day, just wait and see!"

While speaking, he mobilized all his energy, stared at Ning Ping with fear, and prepared to struggle to his death.

"Don't rush to die! I'm curious about how you got in touch with the Holy Land!"

Ning Ping didn't hide it, anyway, he felt that even if he knew about it, it would be difficult to stop it.

"Haha! Haha! But what's the harm in telling you, the Holy Light is everywhere, you can't stop the footsteps of my Holy Land..."

For a while, the monk didn't finish his words, and the long sword in his hand slashed out.

"Hmph~... You dare to attack me! What a courage!"

With Ning Ping's cold snort, a strange wave suddenly flashed.

A long lightning whip instantly condensed from the void, and as soon as it appeared, it flashed and rolled towards the sword that was slashing.

"Swish..."

Amid a piercing sound, the long whips tightly wrapped around the sword, and then the lightning whips straightened and fixed it in mid-air.

Then Ning Ping's eyes suddenly focused, and a flame suddenly emerged from under the opponent's feet, wrapping up his whole body as soon as it appeared.

This is exactly the flame field that has been mastered after refining the dragon pill for hundreds of years.

Of course, to deal with an opponent of the same realm, the barrier doesn't need to be used at all, it's simply a waste.

"Ah..."

A scream came out from the flames.

Then, waves of water surged out of the monk's body and rushed directly towards Ning Ping.

"I really hate that I haven't died enough!~"

Ning Ping sneered at this, and with a thought, a series of purple lightning arrows and a small black arrow broke through the air from his body.

"Zi La..."

After the purple lightning sword hit the opponent's raging waves, a large purple light burst out immediately, and the entire surging wave was instantly spread by the purple lightning.

"Ah..."

An uncontrollable scream sounded, and while he was paralyzed, the purple lightning arrow and the soul-devouring arrow sank into the opponent's body at the same time.

A pure soul power, along with the powerful suction of the soul-devouring arrow, continuously poured into Ning Ping's sea of ​​consciousness from the void.

The screams gradually subsided, and finally turned into a calm.

The monk had no power to fight back under the multiple attacks.

If Ning Ping hadn't wanted to try some of his own methods, the opponent would not have been able to block his attack at all.

At this time, Ning Ping looked at the scorching sun above his head quietly, and recalled the last words of the opponent in his mind.

Just as he thought, if nothing unexpected happened, it was probably the information transmitted through this holy light.