The Path to Becoming Immortal

The first thing to try was to use the soul to merge into the formation.

"Boom..."

With a roar, Ning Ping's soul merged into the formation smoothly with the help of the fluctuations of the formation.

But to Ning Ping's regret, the shield here did not give him the opportunity to break the formation.

The entire control shield's formation nodes all point to the hall behind him, which is the center of this formation.

And after the bombardment just now, it is also a delusion to want to break the formation with tough means.

"It seems that if you want to leave, you still have to go in! It's good to go in, and if there are any benefits, just accept them together, but don't be polite."

After listening to Ning Ping's description, Xiu Ran also summed it up accordingly.

Perhaps it was because of Wu Chuxun's handwriting on the door of the hall. In his words, he did not have a good impression of the owner of this place, just like Ning Ping.

"It seems that it is indeed the case!"

Ning Ping stared at the figure in the depths of the hall solemnly. It seems that he still has to face the terrifying pressure again!

This time, the recovery was very thorough, and all aspects reached the peak state.

"Go! After all, he is just a dead man!"

Seeing Ning Ping standing in front of the stairs again, Xiu Ran encouraged him from behind.

As a master of formations, he was naturally also very interested in the Nine-Bend Formless Formation.

More importantly, there were words left by Wu Chuxun on the door of the hall, and he also felt hostility towards the person inside.

He also wanted to see if Wu Chuxun had left anything else in this hall.

Ning Ping then stepped onto the stairs again without hesitation.

In an instant, a familiar strong pressure pressed on him again.

Ning Ping walked forward steadily, and almost without stopping, he stepped directly onto the three stairs and stood in front of the door of the hall again.

The next step forward was equivalent to facing the power of the Immortal Emperor.

Ning Ping calmed down, his eyes suddenly focused, and he stepped in.

"Boom..."

The terrifying pressure seemed to have found an outlet, and it pressed directly on Ning Ping's body.

This time, because he was mentally prepared in advance, Ning Ping did not kneel down, and he held on.

"Ning Ping, hold on! Remember that he is just a dead man, everything is an illusion!"

Seeing Ning Ping trembling all over, Xiu Ran outside the hall was also anxious.

But what he said was in vain.

At first, Ning Ping vaguely heard a sentence, but later his whole soul was full of endless humming, and he could not be distracted by the sounds from the outside world.

The other party was a dead man, and Ning Ping naturally kept reminding himself of this, but the other party was too strong.

In the eyes of his soul, the other party just sat quietly in the depths of the hall, just looking at him quietly.

There was no emotion or information revealed from his body.

Just looking at him quietly.

But even if he looked at him so plainly, the invisible pressure was like a mountain, pressing on him without any cover.

The soul was instantly stimulated, and it also persisted hard.

The breath in the pressure was very complicated.

Not only was it the superiority of the superior, but it also contained the killing intent of life and death.

Although he did not express any emotions, Ning Ping felt obvious contempt in this pressure.

It seemed that all the secrets and tricks in his heart were seen through by the other party at a glance.

All his preparations and psychological construction were like child's play in front of the other party.

Under the desperate resistance, the Yuanli and soul power in the body were also consumed at a very fast speed.

It seemed that a gust of wind blew around the whole body, and the clothes and hair fluttered.

"Hmph! You are just a dead man! Just based on this, you want me to surrender? It's a good idea!"

Ning Ping burst into a silent roar in his heart, raised his head and looked straight into the depths of the hall, and then raised his other foot and stepped in!

At the same time, the soul image also raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar. The main body took a step forward at the same time and stood in the hall.

"Boom..."

The invisible pressure instantly came from all directions and completely covered Ning Ping's body.

It seemed to be questioning why he was disrespectful to him and what right he had to disrespect him.

For a moment, the breath in Ning Ping's body also weakened rapidly, like a dying fish struggling in vain on the shore.

"Oh no! It seems that this is more dangerous than I imagined!"

Seeing Ning Ping's entire body enter the hall, his trembling body showed that he was under unimaginable pressure at the moment.

"I didn't expect this kid's soul to be so powerful. It seems that I underestimated him before!"

Feeling the extremely powerful breath, Xiu Ran was also shocked.

Seeing that Ning Ping couldn't take the next step for a long time, Xiu Ran became extremely anxious at this time.

"What should I do!"

Then, sensing that Ning Ping's aura was getting weaker and weaker, as if he was going to die in the next moment, he became even more restless.

"Ah... Never mind! I don't have many days left to live. I will return to heaven and earth anyway, so I might as well accompany you to go crazy for the last time! If I can't help, don't blame me in the future!"

Xiu Ran sighed, and then laughed at himself, as if laughing at himself for not knowing his own limitations.

Of course, there was a trace of regret. If he had known earlier, he would not have encouraged Ning Ping to take risks easily. If he had deduced it carefully, he might have found a more reliable plan.

After Xiu Ran made up his mind, he smiled faintly and stepped directly on the stone steps in front of the hall.

"..."

The expected terrifying pressure did not appear, and Xiu Ran did not even feel it.

"Huh... What's going on?"

Xiu Ran felt it carefully and was sure that there was really no effect.

Then he glanced at himself in confusion, and then carefully looked at Ning Ping in front of him.

But seeing Ning Ping's violent trembling body, it was so real.

"This... Is it because I am just a remnant soul?"

In doubt, Xiu Ran had to attribute this to himself.

It seemed that he and Ning Ping in front of him were only different in this regard.

However, this seemed a little wrong, which was beyond his cognition.

"Who cares! Since there is no impact, that's the best!"

Unable to figure it out, Xiu Ran simply stopped thinking about it.

He took another step forward.

Still no impact.

Xiu Ran's mind moved, and he simply stood at the door of the hall, just one step away from Ning Ping in front of him.

At this time, the handwriting left by Wu Chuxun on the door of the hall became clearer and clearer.