The Path to Becoming Immortal

The ultimate goal of this trip is to fight against Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

As long as he is there, he is always a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head.

And now, this sharp sword has begun to show its edge.

That is the holy light that forces all the cultivation cities to fall into the dark clouds.

So now every second counts, and you have to improve your strength in the shortest possible time.

Because the longer the time, the more beneficial it is for the clone of Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

Even Ning Ping has a feeling that Immortal Lord Luo Kun is eager for the cultivation world to delay, and he has no intention of coming out to fight.

The Immortal Pool of the Immortal Realm is under his control, and the holy light is eroding all the cultivators all the time.

In the short term, it may be possible to maintain the idea of ​​​​sharing the same hatred against the enemy.

But what about the long run?

They estimate that a large number of people will have the same idea as those cultivators who actively welcome the holy light.

They will feel that the holy light is not as terrible as imagined, and it seems to be a completely acceptable shortcut.

In this way, two completely opposite sides are formed among all the cultivators.

That is when the cultivation world is really in trouble.

With so many people, should you kill or not with the butcher knife in your hand?

Kill! Then the person on the other side may be your relatives and friends!

Don't kill? Then he becomes a so-called stranger in your eyes, and may try to influence you with some emotions...

So even if he feels that he is not far from breaking through the Mahayana stage, Ning Ping still decides to come out and give it a try.

Because Ning Ping feels that if he doesn't give it a try, he may really have no chance in the future.

While listening to Hu Buwei and Hong Shi's idle chat, Ning Ping left a soul and entered the Tianyan space with a thought.

As soon as he entered the Tianyan space, an undead evil spirit with black armor and explosive power fell into his eyes.

Just thinking about the matter of Luo Kun Xianjun of the Holy Land, thinking that the undead evil spirit in front of him is the evil spirit of Xuanyue Xianjun, he was very emotional.

Then he thought of the Nirvana in the Soul Refining Mountain.

And the Ice Flame Immortal Lord who died heroically for the sake of brotherhood.

He thought of the reunion of the three immortals in the Ice Flame Secret Realm on the day of the Holy War.

At this time, Ning Ping's mind moved, and a wisp of consciousness instantly came to the Soul Refining Mountain.

In a corner, a wisp of barely detectable residual soul was left, but it did not disappear under the nourishment of the Soul Refining Mountain.

This was exactly the wisp of residual soul that the Soul Refining Mountain absorbed after the Ice Flame Immortal Lord was defeated by the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

In fact, this residual soul seemed to be no longer a thing, and now it was just the spiritual power with the breath of the Ice Flame Immortal Lord.

But Ning Ping felt that calling it a residual soul could better prove its existence.

"I don't know what's the point of keeping you! But at least you three brothers have finally reunited here!"

After the divine consciousness withdrew, Ning Ping suddenly had a thought in his heart, and a rusty broken sword was also caught in his hand.

This broken sword Li Qiu also reminded Ning Ping of the battle in Qinglan Fairyland.

Xuan Yue Xianjun raised his long sword and rushed towards the black thunder that fell from the sky, which eventually led to the destruction of the sword and the death of the man.

According to what he saw that day, the broken sword Li Qiu should be the sword of Qinglan Xiandi, so it is natural that it is stained with the blood of Leiming Xiandi.

Holding the broken sword, Ning Ping seemed to be able to faintly feel the resolute sword heart of Xuan Yue Xiandi that day.

"This sword belongs to you now!"

Ning Ping raised his hand, and Li Qiu in his hand turned into an arc and flew directly to the motionless Undead Evil Spirit.

Two cold rays suddenly burst out from the empty eyes of the Undead Evil Spirit, and he grabbed Li Qiu in his palm with one hand.

"Buzz..."

A faint sword sound immediately emanated from the broken sword Li Qiu.

A black light also emerged from the Undead Evil Spirit at this time, and then rushed to the broken sword in his hand.

"Zizizizi..."

Under a burst of lightning and thunder, the Undead Evil Spirit shook violently, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

Ning Ping frowned secretly as he watched from the side.

The broken sword Li Qiu was stained with the blood of the Thunder Immortal Emperor, and it also contained his shocking will.

At the beginning, he was injured by just a slight exploration.

Just when Ning Ping saw that the other party was about to collapse and wanted to take it back, suddenly there was a new change.

I saw that the layers of restrictions that Ning Ping had set on the broken sword Li Qiu were constantly collapsing.

And under the surge of those black lights, those rusty spots began to peel off, retreat, and continue to merge.

Finally, a drop of bright red blood slid down from the broken sword.

Ning Ping saw this, his eyes suddenly focused, and he raised his hand without hesitation, and a jade bottle shot out, collecting the drop of blood into the jade bottle.

An extremely huge will instantly rushed towards Ning Ping, even facing this drop of blood.

Ning Ping seemed like a child at this moment, facing a towering cold-blooded giant, with no room for resistance.

"Om..."

The soul image quietly emerged behind him again at this moment, and with a surge of energy, he wanted to compete with that will.

Unstoppable~! The will was too strong.

Even with the blessing of the soul image, Ning Ping seemed to be hit by a mountain head-on.

Surprised, Ning Ping seized the time, dancing his hands repeatedly, and layer after layer of restrictions were hit on the jade bottle one after another.

After a long time, Ning Ping collapsed to the ground with his whole body exhausted. The jade bottle was wrapped by countless restrictions, and finally the will was isolated in it.

"Strong! Really too strong, is this the strength of the Immortal Emperor? The strength of a mere drop of blood?"

Ning Ping carefully put away the jade bottle with lingering fear. This is a drop of blood of the Immortal Emperor.

There is no doubt that it is probably as valuable as the dragon blood and dragon pill.

Although I haven't figured out how to use it now, I may be able to use it in the future.

Not to mention, counting carefully, I really got a lot of benefits from this Thunder Immortal Emperor.

For example, the thunder pattern is a good treasure. I simply ignore the rhythm of thunder in this world.

Just based on this point, I got many benefits, and I used the thunder to kill people everywhere.

It also gave me the origin of thunder, which is the most important point.

At this time, Ning Ping, who finally recovered, had time to look at the immortal evil spirit.

I immediately saw a surprising scene.

The sword in the hands of the Undead Evil Spirit disappeared, and was replaced by the broken sword Li Qiu.

But now, except for the hilt, there was no sign of a broken sword.

The sword body was replaced by a black and transparent ice sword.