The Path to Becoming Immortal

Now, after being struck by the Death Curse, he had no choice but to use a dead wood staff to gain life, and he could barely survive until now.

"Tell me how to enter that secret room! Maybe I can help you relieve your pain when I'm happy!"

After Ning Ping knew the whole story, he made a rough judgment in his mind and asked directly.

"impossible?"

Hearing what Ning Ping said, Master Kuteng's eyes suddenly showed surprise, his body moved slightly, and his long sleeves slipped down inadvertently.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me! You have to think clearly before you say anything!"

Ning Ping smiled calmly and fixed his eyes on the other party.

"Impossible! Unless you help me get rid of the hidden dangers first, you can just give me a small piece of the root of the Wuwu tree!"

Master Kuteng flatly refused, acting like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

Of course, he quietly took a step back, asking for only a small piece of the original half of Qi Wushugen.

"Hey! Why bother? I didn't want to be rough with you!"

As he said that, Ning Ping raised his hand slightly and gave the opponent a false grab.

At this time, the other party had no ability to resist at all. One of his arms was lifted up by an invisible force, and then a ring was detached from the fingertips.

"You...you don't have to die!" Master Kuteng's expression suddenly changed, and he cursed angrily.

Ning Ping ignored the other party's yelling and scolding, grabbed the storage ring that flew back, scanned it with his consciousness, and found that it also had the soul mark placed by the other party.

Considering the strength of Ning Ping's soul at this time, as well as his formation skills, it was easy to break through this mere soul mark, even if the opponent was a Mahayana monk.

With the thrust of a divine soul force, the divine soul mark on the ring was broken in just a moment.

"Hmph...I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" Master Kuteng roared with a ferocious look on his face.

With the anger in his heart, his breath became chaotic again, but when he opened his mouth, no blood came out.

Ning Ping glanced at the other party with disdain. It seemed that his guess was good. There should be something he needed inside.

That is what Master Kuteng said before, that he had obtained a jade slip earlier.

Naturally, the other party would not give up such a precious thing. He must have carefully carried it with him.

Sure enough, his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the storage ring and a simple jade slip with the characteristics of the fairy world appeared in the corner.

In addition, there are many spiritual medicines, spiritual stones and the like.

"Is this why you are so anxious?"

Ning Ping turned his hand, and a jade slip appeared on his palm.

"You..." Master Kuteng was so nervous that his voice trembled a little.

Ning Ping smiled and shook his head, his consciousness swept away, but then he frowned secretly.

There was only a formation inside, and there was no way to enter the secret room as he said.

This formation is not complicated. With just one glance, Ning Ping already knew it.

In fact, even if it doesn't exist, after some deductions based on the existing frameworks around me, it won't be a big problem to construct it.

At this moment, a strange smell suddenly penetrated into the skin from the jade slip.

Ning Ping's soul was extremely sensitive and he immediately noticed the abnormality, but he couldn't stop it at all.

With a shocked look on his face, he looked sharply at Master Kuteng.

At this moment, the Kuteng master was muttering something in his mouth, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

As soon as this strange aura entered the body, it immediately appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a tarsal poison, entangled in his soul.

But as soon as it came into contact with the soul, the God-killing Curse emerged on its own initiative and swallowed it up completely.

Ning Ping suddenly froze on the spot. After carefully checking his body, there was nothing abnormal at all.

The weird aura just now seemed to have never appeared at all.

What is that thing? What effect does it have? What does it want to do?

At this moment, I don't know anything.

"Haha! You have been hit by my withered bone curse! Only I can lift it. Now we are even! Ahem..."

Master Kuteng endured the physical discomfort, but still laughed and coughed crazily.

The face was also filled with a happy smile at this moment.

"You should never take the initiative to look for me! You shouldn't be greedy! Now we can have a good talk! Hehehe~!"

Ning Ping looked at the other party with a strange expression, and then slowly cooled down, gritting his teeth.

"What is the Dry Bones Curse you are talking about?"

"This place is called Living Wood Forest, but it also has another name---One Hundred Thousand Living Woods!"

Master Kuteng was very happy at the moment. He slightly adjusted his posture to a comfortable position and spoke lightly.

"Haha, although it is called one hundred thousand living trees, it is only one hundred thousand, one million is about the same! There is a person buried under each of these trees, and this entire forest of living trees is actually nourished by the vitality of living people! Of course, , According to my guess, the ultimate purpose is to cultivate Naqi Wushu!"

As he said this, Master Kuteng showed an unprecedented trace of unbearability in his eyes, and he glanced at the location where the Wu tree was originally located.

When Ning Ping heard this, his eyes showed confusion, and he didn't know what the relationship between the two was, so he continued to listen in silence.

"If a living person dies in such a way, it will naturally breed resentment and will not stop until death! This Dry Bones Curse is what I learned based on this!"

"What will happen if you are hit by this curse?" Ning Ping said coldly in a deep voice.

Master Ku Teng smiled strangely at this time.

"Those who are cursed by this curse will lose their vitality quietly. No medicine can cure them until they die! Boy, you are not bad. You are the second person to try this curse. This is my trump card! Hehehe..."

"I am the second..."

Listening to the other party's description, Ning Ping felt very familiar.

When his eyes swept over the dead trees around, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Yan Xinghe, his daughter with his wife Dong Yi---Yan Fei.

Yan Fei's death was caused by a strange curse, and she died of exhaustion.

Yan Xinghe also refined countless spiritual medicines for this reason, trying to save her, but he was still helpless.

Finally, he created Yi Fei Dan, wanting to save his wife Dong Yi and miss his daughter.

But unfortunately, Yan Xinghe didn't save anyone in the end, and he ended up with a broken heart.

"Yan Xinghe!"

Ning Ping blurted out when he thought of this.

But he also found a problem in his heart. The matter of Yan Xinghe happened at least 100,000 years ago.

During his existence, the cultivators who can live to the present day are probably already exhausted!

"How do you know!"

But to Ning Ping's surprise, the extremely surprised voice of Master Ku Teng reached his ears.