The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Stop! Let's admit defeat!"

As soon as Master Hai Ji fell out in embarrassment, he exclaimed with a look of horror on his face.

"You can fight whenever you want and stop whenever you want. How can it be such a good thing!"

Ning Ping sneered and started to activate Xuhuo Liaoyuan.

"Ah..." Immediately, Master Haiji felt that his soul was inexplicably ignited, and with his panic, the burning became more and more intense.

Seeing the panicked look on the other side, Ning Ping immediately used his fingers to shoot out small black arrows one after another.

"Puff puff puff..."

Master Hai Ji had just thought of a way to deal with the soul fire, and was horrified to see several small black arrows shooting at him.

But he had no way to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the small arrow exuding a terrifying aura sank into his body.

"ah......"

A burst of indescribable pain emerged from his soul in an instant, and he couldn't stop another scream.

Originally, Sanxian could really have the upper hand if he faced Hu Buwei and Hong Shi with his void body.

But who knows, there is a variable called Ningping, which is designed to restrain their group.

Ning Ping ignored Master Hai Ji who was constantly struggling and twisting in the void, and stared coldly at Taoist Yin Yang.

The Yin and Yang Taoists over there were also suppressed by the surrounding thunder and lightning and the Soul Refining Mountain. They were unable to escape at all. They were firmly trapped in place and were constantly weakened.

"Guys! I'm so sorry, I can't see Taishan! I offended you all, I apologize to you!"

At this moment, Yin Yang Taoist watched his companion scream heartbreakingly from the corner of his eyes, and waves of chills emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"Why, are you still thinking of delaying time?"

Ning Ping looked up thoughtfully at the distant void ahead, and an extremely weak wave was captured by his powerful spiritual consciousness.

"Hmph~ Now that you know there are people behind us, why don't you let me go! I promise to let you leave this place later!"

Seeing that he was discovered, Taoist Yin Yang shouted with a fierce expression. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else. He only thought that the other party could let him go temporarily.

At this moment, the black mist outside his body was extremely thin, and most of his cultivation was in this ghost mist.

And his ghost mist was completely suppressed by the opponent's weird magic weapon.

To his horror, Master Hai Ji in the distance had become silent.

He also knew that he couldn't continue to waste it like this. If he couldn't wait for reinforcements, he might end up here.

"Open..." In desperation, Taoist Yin Yang shouted, and the endless black mist emerged from his body again. It seemed that he wanted to fight for his life.

In the black mist, countless painful faces emerged one after another, struggling to tear everything around them apart.

But there are dense thunder nets all around, which can defeat those ghosts all day long.

As long as he touches it, it will turn into nothingness. No matter how much he urges, he can never break through this cage.

This scene made Hong Shi on the side stunned. He looked much more relaxed than he himself.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for hundreds of years, Ning Ping's strength has increased so much.

My confidence in this trip has virtually increased a lot.

"Hey, he is really a monk from the Holy Land!"

Ning Ping ignored the other party, his eyes still staring at the fluctuations in the distance that were getting closer and closer.

In his spiritual consciousness, there is one person who clearly exudes the unique holy light that is only found in monks in the Holy Land.

There is an unobstructed view in the void, there is an empty space in front of you, but behind you is still an extremely spectacular void storm.

At this time, in the void tens of thousands of miles away, a group of dozens of people were approaching quickly, and they were much closer in a few blinks.

The leader, wearing a spotless white robe and a pair of cold eyes, stared at this side from a distance.

This person exudes a powerful aura, and at first glance he is definitely not the Sanxian he just saw.

"Ning Ping, it seems that he is really a monk from the Holy Land! This person's name is Zhao Ming, and his knowledge of the law of gold is powerful in all directions. I heard that he is also related to the Zhao family of Wanling City! However, the Zhao family has never admitted it. This was the reason for the last attack on the monument. people!"

Hu Buwei came closer quietly, his expression a little nervous.

Ning Ping was moved when he heard this. The Zhao family of Wanling City knew Zhao Xiuyong, the elder of the Yidan Alliance. He was from the Zhao family. He also had a place in the Dan Alliance by mastering the Sharp Edge Dan Jue.

Sure enough, there was a faint aura of soaring determination in the opponent's body, giving people an all-conquering aura.

"If you still don't let me go, I will beg you to spare your life!"

Sensing the tension between Hu Buwei and the two, Taoist Yin Yang was overjoyed and quickly threatened.

"Oh~! Is this the person you rely on?"

Ning Ping responded without squinting, and with a thought, countless thunder and lightning pressed directly towards the opponent.

When the other party saw that his group showed no signs of escaping, he stood still at a distance.

Zhao Ming only glanced at Taoist Yin Yang, and then directly focused on the three of him.

The dozens of other monks who followed them dispersed silently and surrounded them again.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, save me!" Being hit by thunder and lightning, Yin Yang Taoist was so anxious that he shouted for help without caring about his face.

"Quack!"

Ning Ping snorted coldly, and with a thought, several small dark purple arrows appeared around the opponent's body, and stabbed him in a flash.

"Zizizizi..."

As the purple lightning arrow exploded, the purple light shone brightly, and the Yin-Yang Taoist was instantly wrapped in lightning.

"Ah... Lord Zhao, save me!..."

Under the suppression and lock of the Soul Refining Mountain, he could not escape at all.

No one spoke, and they all confronted each other coldly.

The whole scene was filled with the heart-wrenching shouts of the Yin-Yang Taoist.

"This guy is really patient!"

Ning Ping muttered in his heart, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that you are useless! Then you should die!"

With a thought, the suction of the Soul Refining Mountain increased a few points.

"Hmph..."

The Yin-Yang Taoist was shocked, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes, and a fierceness also emerged.

He looked at Zhao Ming, who was watching calmly in the distance, with a face full of resentment, and completely pulled down the disguise on his face, saying hatefully.

"Hmph, as expected, none of you bastards can be trusted! Even if I die, I won't let you off easily!"

After saying this, his whole body began to tremble violently, and the thin black mist that was originally thin also surged out of his body.

A terrifying force was also brewing in his body.

"Hmph..."

Ning Ping snorted coldly, and only glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye.