The Path to Becoming Immortal

Thinking like this, this idea also grew wildly in his mind.

Ning Ping had only seen the strength of the Immortal Emperor once.

That black thunder that fell from the sky, with just one strike, killed all the people in the remaining Immortal Mountain.

As for the existence that surpassed the Immortal Emperor, what kind of scene of strength it was, there was no way to imagine.

Ning Ping did not feel powerless because of this, but instead aroused a fighting spirit in his heart.

He also secretly established a strong self-confidence for himself, and one day he would also cultivate to such a height.

After looking around again, he saw the direction of the Qiwu tree and flew out.

This time, Ning Ping was going to do one thing first.

That was to bury all the bones of the Yanxian people in the Living Wood Forest.

First, the breath emanating from the bones, intuitively told himself that it should be good for the Killing God Curse.

Second, that was a deep pity for the Yanxian people.

The kind of unyielding emanating from the bones had emerged from the bottom of his heart many times before.

I really hate the feeling of being suffocated under compulsion.

After sensing the same emotions in those skeletons, I felt a sense of empathy.

As for what Emperor Qinglan thought, Ning Ping did not consider it at all.

It was not even important what Xiu Ran thought.

After reincarnation, Xiu Ran's temperament did change greatly, and he even showed disapproval of the actions of his predecessor Emperor Qinglan.

However, things are unpredictable. If he had not fallen, how would he choose or how would his thoughts change after he completely integrated all the memories of Emperor Qinglan.

As the saying goes, a dying man's words are good!

No one can know this, and no one can guarantee it. As long as they are human, they will change.

Often all the choices of a cultivator are subtle changes based on their current position.

As the saying goes, the butt determines the head, maybe that's the case!

Including myself, naturally!

For example, before, when I was persecuted by the Yun family, I often had the idea of ​​killing all the members of the Yun family.

But when I used the Soul Control Pill Technique to control the life and death of the entire Yun family, my state of mind also changed subtly.

At that time, I was in an absolutely dominant position and looked down at the Yun family from a high position.

At that time, I also felt that indulging in slaughter would not bring me much pleasure.

So I looked at a bigger challenge, rather than letting them fall into the siege of the entire cultivation world.

It would be better to let them become my big helper and fight against the Holy Land together, which would be the best solution.

Anyway, the Yun family was under my control afterwards, and they could not make any waves.

There were also various other choices, which seemed to be the best solution at the time.

I am afraid that even if I were to start over again, I would still make the same choice.

Of course, it is also because of this that everyone has a unique life.

While thinking about these miscellaneous things in his mind, he stood in front of the living wood forest again after a while.

Seeing the endless dead trees without any vitality, it formed a desolate scene.

Then thinking about the fact that under each tree, there was a person who had been buried alive.

This large area of ​​living wood forest also made people feel extremely bleak and desolate.

Ning Ping walked to a dead tree and felt it carefully.

In such a cold weather, everything seemed to be completely frozen, and all the breath did not leak out at all.

But Ning Ping knew that under the dead tree, there was a skeleton belonging to the Yanxian tribe, lying quietly here for many years.

"I can't do much, I can only let you reincarnate peacefully!"

Ning Ping raised his hand as a claw and grabbed the bottom of the tree root.

"Bang..." A dull sound came from his fingertips.

The soil covered with a layer of white frost was frozen as hard as a magic weapon under the extreme cold.

With one claw, it only penetrated a few feet deep.

Seeing this, Ning Ping nodded slightly, as if he had thought of this scene long ago.

Then, with a flip of his hand, the Xuanyue Sword flew out, and in a flash, it quickly circled around the root of the dead tree.

Then, Ning Ping raised his hand and waved it gently, and the huge dead tree was immediately thrown to the side with a large ball of soil below, revealing a curled skeleton below.

"Ah..."

A familiar feeling of extreme unwillingness came again.

Ning Ping sighed lightly, turned around and walked towards the next dead tree.

A soul also walked out of the body, and came to the bottom of the deep pit in a flash, raised his hand and gently touched it.

A faint murmur echoed in the air again.

But this time, Ning Ping's state of mind was as solid as a rock, and his emotions were as calm as water, as if he was doing something extremely ordinary.

A faint breath also floated out from the skeleton, and then merged into Ning Ping's soul.

This time, it was clearly sensed that this breath was directly integrated into the God-Slaying Curse, and there was no sense of disobedience, as if it should be here.

As the breath on the skeleton dissipated, the bones seemed to lose all their energy, quickly lost their luster, and finally turned into a pile of ashes.

After doing all this, Ning Ping's soul nodded gently to the pile of ashes, and then waved his hand gently, and a cup of new soil was buried again.

Looking at the raised pile of soil, Ning Ping looked thoughtfully at the dead tree thrown to the side.

Ning Ping pointed his fingers into a sword and shot out a sword energy. Then, in a flurry of wood chips, the original dead tree was cut into a thick and huge wooden board.

Then, with Ning Ping's mind moving, the wooden board fell in front of the pile of soil and became a tombstone.

The tombstone has no name! But there is someone under the soil, named Yanxian.

After doing all this, Ning Ping's soul walked towards the next fallen dead tree.

In this way, dead trees fell one after another, and new piles of soil and tombstones appeared behind Ning Ping.

"Ah... It's them!"

At a certain moment, when Ning Ping repeatedly sensed those unwilling and complex emotions, Ning Ping suddenly thought of a scene.

That was in the Qinglan Secret Realm, before the last encounter with the evil spirit of Xuanyue Immortal Lord in the Mirror Realm, deep in the crack outside the isolated island.

The large group of people I saw, I still remember clearly the cold eyes they looked at me.

It was also unwilling, of course, there was also deep humiliation and disgust.

"It turned out to be them! No wonder!" Ning Ping was extremely shocked.

Under such circumstances, it is no wonder that they call themselves the Immortal Hating Clan, no wonder they have deep disgust and strong hostility towards immortals in their eyes.

After reorganizing his mood, Ning Ping took a deep breath and got busy again.