The Path to Becoming Immortal

Xiu Ran stared at the handwriting in front of him, and his mood became extremely complicated in an instant.

Why did she come here?

What did she find here?

......

"Hey... why don't you tell me anything?"

Thousands of thoughts turned into a long sigh, and Xiu Ran turned his head forward, no longer thinking about the handwriting.

With a move of his feet, he stepped directly into the hall.

"......"

Xiu Ran was stunned, and he still didn't feel the pressure that Ning Ping said.

That's right, not a bit!

Until both feet landed steadily in the hall and stood beside Ning Ping, Xiu Ran still didn't react.

"Ning Ping! Why don't I feel anything? This... what's going on?"

Xiu Ran turned his head and looked at Ning Ping in great surprise.

But at this moment, Ning Ping stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open, still trying his best to resist something.

He didn't react to Xiu Ran's words at all.

In addition to doubts, Xiu Ran had to find the answer himself, and his eyes also looked around the hall.

A very strange feeling also emerged from Xiu Ran's heart, but he couldn't tell what it was for a moment.

Finally, Xiu Ran focused his eyes on the figure and walked forward involuntarily.

Just when Xiu Ran finally stopped in front of the figure sitting cross-legged on the white jade bed, nothing happened.

Just when Xiu Ran finally saw the figure sitting cross-legged, his face showed an extremely shocked expression and he was completely stunned.

"What...what's going on? Who...who are you?"

This person was wearing a simple robe and had an upright posture. His face was clearly outlined, as if it was carefully carved. His forehead was broad and his eyebrows revealed an extraordinary temperament.

On his face with his eyes closed, there was no sadness or joy, revealing a kind of indifference that transcended the world.

In the center of his forehead, there was a faint bloodstain.

And these are not the point.

The point is that this person actually looks very similar to Xiu Ran, but the person sitting there has no breath on his body, like a statue.

Xiu Ran was just a weak remnant soul, and he felt that a breeze was about to blow him away.

"Is he really the Qinglan Immortal Emperor???"

Xiu Ran came back to his senses, and his eyes left the other party with difficulty, looking around in confusion.

Inexplicably, at this moment, he actually felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart, as if he had been here before.

"How could this be? Why do I seem to know this place? I have never been here before..."

Xiu Ran looked around in disbelief, and the familiar feeling became clearer and clearer.

Finally, his eyes fell on the white jade bed, and when he reached out and gently stroked it, the refreshing coolness made him feel more familiar.

It seemed that he had practiced on this piece of white jade for an unknown period of time.

His eyes fell on the Dharma body of the Qinglan Immortal Emperor again, and at this moment, he actually gave Xiu Ran the illusion that he was looking at himself.

Unconsciously, Xiu Ran was also attracted by the other party, as if he was in a trance.

Feeling the extremely familiar feeling from the other party, a chaotic information also kept growing in his mind.

Just when Xiu Ran fell into an inexplicable state, the extremely powerful pressure in the hall was quietly weakening.

Ning Ping was struggling to hold on when he suddenly sensed this change and felt lighter.

After a long time, when the pressure weakened to a certain extent, Ning Ping was able to pay attention to other things.

Suddenly he found that Xiu Ran was standing in the depths of the hall, facing the figure on the white jade.

However, when he felt the terrifying pressure, Xiu Ran seemed to be fine.

He seemed to be in a state of meditation at this moment, and he didn't know if he had encountered anything.

Fortunately, although the aura of the other party was fluctuating violently, he didn't look very dangerous.

Of course, at the moment, even if the other party was dangerous, he couldn't help.

The pressure in the hall slowly subsided, and Ning Ping finally sat down cross-legged after persisting to a certain moment.

Ning Ping's breath was also extremely weak at this moment. Seeing that Xiu Ran was not in any danger, he did not go forward to disturb him and simply recovered on his own.

Only when his strength was restored could he face the danger that might be faced next.

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, the temperature in the entire hall suddenly began to drop sharply.

Ning Ping knew that at this time, the Ancient Sword Star had also begun to enter the frozen stage.

He sighed in his heart, and it was completely too late to leave here for the time being. The current situation could only be left to nature.

Fortunately, it should be fine under the protection of the formation shield here, and this low temperature can still be handled by himself.

Ning Ping simply stopped caring about whether he could leave or not, and concentrated on recovering.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Ping suddenly had a thought in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xiu Ran.

At this time, Xiu Ran's shadow, which had been fixed, finally moved. After so long, he looked more illusory.

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I will die in the evening! Unfortunately, this truth is not the same as that truth! So that's how it is..."

As Xiu Ran spoke, he turned around silently.

His eyes swept over Ning Ping, and then fell on Wu Chuxun's handwriting on the palace door, and an extremely complicated expression appeared on his face.

Ning Ping looked at him intently, but his heart suddenly tightened.

Xiu Ran was still Xiu Ran, but he naturally exuded a great pressure.

This pressure was not directed at him, but was naturally exuded by himself, but even so, it still brought Ning Ping a great pressure.

And more importantly, Ning Ping was very familiar with this pressure. It was under this pressure that he suffered a great loss before.

"Senior Xiu Ran..."

Ning Ping stood up and greeted him, frowning slightly, and called out with concern.

"Senior Xiu Ran..." Xiu Ran murmured in his mouth, but suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly on his face, and then said to Ning Ping with an unfathomable face.

"If I tell you that I am Qing Lan at this moment! Do you believe it?"

While speaking, Xiu Ran slowly moved his feet, revealing the figure behind him.

"Ah..."

When Ning Ping saw the figure behind Xiu Ran clearly, he couldn't help but burst out with a cry of surprise.

Then, his eyes kept scanning back and forth between Xiu Ran and the cross-legged figure.

"How come you two..."

Seeing that the two looked exactly the same, Ning Ping's mind was in a mess.

Combined with his inexplicable words just now, he was even more confused.

"After I came in, I suddenly had some more memories..."

Xiu Ran glanced at Ning Ping, and his eyes fell on the person on the white jade with a complicated look.