The Path to Becoming Immortal

Along with the loud rumbling sound, Ning Ping raised his hand and shot out another soul-eating arrow.

At this time, the opponent already had a psychological shadow on the small black arrow.

As soon as he got close, Zhao Ming disappeared from the spot and transformed into countless weapons to attack him.

The blow missed, Ning Ping tightened his grip on the Xuanyue Sword, and the sword array spread out again, facing the opponent.

"Boom boom boom!"

Continuous explosions sounded.

After receiving the soul-eating arrow just now, Zhao Ming was obviously much weaker at this time.

Not wanting to have a head-on confrontation with Ning Ping, he actually started to fight.

At this moment, Zhao Ming began to feel anxious. The previous metal cage was restrained by the opponent's Soul Refining Mountain.

After being frustrated one after another, I suddenly found that even trying to escape seemed difficult to do.

But even if he surrenders, he will naturally never accept his fate.

After blocking Ning Ping's continuous attacks, he turned over a handful of pills and threw them into his mouth, using the pills to quickly restore the energy in his body.

Seeing the other party's actions, Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly.

Ning Ping was extremely reluctant to use the necromancy spell and flame barrier. It was still unknown what danger he would face next.

It's always a good thing to have more trump cards in your hand.

When he saw the elixir in his opponent's hand, he became calm.

After sending out a spiritual thought with Hu Buwei, Ning Ping flashed and stopped chasing the other party. Instead, he returned to the Soul Refining Mountain.

With the whole body's energy surging, the Soul Refining Mountain also swelled slightly again.

At the same time, the entire formation also began to shrink. After a while, Zhao Ming's space for movement was greatly restricted, and he was blocked in a corner of the formation by the Soul Refining Mountain.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this time, Zhao Ming's face was as heavy as water, and he directly backhand blasted towards the formation.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and turned to look at Ning Ping, who was approaching quickly.

As he approached, Ning Ping raised his hand and fired several soul-eating arrows from several directions.

I saw that Zhao Ming also responded immediately, and the weapons densely packed around him were once again greeted.

Ningping Hongyun's spiritual eyes were also activated with all their strength at this time, and all the other party's movements instantly slowed down a lot.

Immediately after a thought, the soul-controlling pill backdoor was activated, and then Xu Huo Liaoyuan was activated with all its strength.

It was obvious that the opponent's eyes were slightly distracted, and the entire oncoming weapon had a feeling of being out of control.

Taking this opportunity, with the help of Hongyun's spiritual eyes, the soul-eating arrows bypassed the opponent's weapon and directly disappeared into the opponent's body.

"snort......"

Zhao Ming also came back to his senses at this time. He snorted secretly and at the same time, his expression changed drastically. While his soul ignited a raging fire, it was constantly being pulled away by the strange black arrows.

There was a sharp pain deep in his soul, which almost made him faint.

Ning Ping's entire body was mobilized at this moment, and a clear dragon's roar also came from his body.

"Moo..."

An extremely solid dragon head also condensed on the fist, and then punched out directly.

At the critical moment, a thick metal shield was also thrown out by Zhao Ming.

"boom......"

The Tongtian Fist hit the giant shield firmly, and under the overwhelming force, the entire giant shield exploded.

"Huh..." Just as the giant metal shield exploded, Ning Ping's second punch struck again.

For the second punch, the pair of dragon eyes on the dragon's head stared at the opponent coldly. At this time, the opponent no longer had time to react and defend himself.

"Ah..." Zhao Ming's eyes widened, he shouted loudly, and his whole body became gleaming with golden light and turned into a metal body.

"Boom..." The Tongtian Fist struck Zhao Ming's chest in a flash.

"puff......"

Zhao Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a terrifying power continued to rage in his body, just like an uncontrollable dragon writhing in his body.

"Bang..." The body also directly hit the large shield behind him. The huge earthquake caused chaos in the body.

But what frightened him was that before the riot in his body had subsided, the opponent's figure flashed out, and that terrifying punch came out again.

"boom......"

"ah......"

Suffering another heavy blow, Zhao Ming's originally brilliant complexion also faded and turned into ashes.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a look of fear in his eyes, and there was a continuous muffled sound in his body.

Ning Ping did not continue to pursue, but instead retreated directly back to the Soul Refining Mountain.

His face was also pale at this moment, but it was the result of overdraft of strength.

Three consecutive punches were the result of a slight recovery just now, otherwise he would only be able to throw two punches at most.

"Ning Ping, I still underestimate you. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

At this time, Zhao Ming's whole body began to tremble violently, roaring sounds continued to come from his body, and his hair moved without any wind, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"ah......"

"Crack..." But then he couldn't say anything anymore, and a crack suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Then, the cracks quickly spread throughout the body, like a broken porcelain bottle.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ming's eyes froze, and he stared at Ning Ping intently, but his eyes had lost their luster.

"boom......"

Just at this moment, Zhao Ming's entire body suddenly exploded.

"Moo..."

A dragon-shaped phantom also condensed from the exploded body, and disappeared after circling a circle.

Ning Ping stretched out his hand, and the opponent's storage bag also fell into his palm, and he put it away with a flip of his hand.

Two figures also appeared silently beside Ning Ping at this time.

"My goodness, is this your Tongtian Fist?" Hu Buwei looked at his opponent who turned into ashes, with a look of shock on his face.

"Tongtian Fist..." Hong Shi muttered beside him.

The two suddenly realized that the boy in front of them, who had once given them some pointers, had actually stood at the same height as themselves.

"That's right! It's Tongtian Fist. How come you two are interested?"

Ning Ping smiled faintly, and at this time, he also felt weak in his body.

Tongtian Fist is not a top-secret skill, but it is extremely difficult to practice it to a deep level.

Moreover, it is secretly in harmony with his own Hunji Dongxu Sutra, which is why it has the current power.

"Forget it, this kind of technique is not suitable for our way!"

Hu Buwei was very satisfied when he heard Ning Ping's words, but he still declined directly.

There are many good techniques, but the best ones are the ones that suit you.

"That's good, we finally got rid of these guys!"

"But next, I'm afraid we will meet people from the Holy Land in front..."

Hong Shi stared at the front with a little worry.