The Path to Becoming Immortal

This cultivation level improvement was like flying, and it seemed endless.

It was not until then that Yu Tianxiao finally reacted. The Immortal Lord Luo Kun in front of him was not trying to take his life, but to give him an opportunity.

Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy surged in his heart, and a blush appeared on his face.

Then, he looked at the Immortal Lord Luo Kun who was staring at him with a smile.

From the other party's eyes, he also saw disdain and ridicule.

'Yes! In the eyes of the other party, I am just a small figure. If you really want to murder me, why bother so much! One thought is enough! '

"Puff..."

A sound like the sound of nature sounded in Yu Tianxiao's wild thoughts.

Mahayana period!

Yu Tianxiao was stunned. In his imagination, the extremely difficult Mahayana period was easily broken through.

There is no so-called bottleneck, no shackles that are difficult to break! In the holy light, everything disappeared.

In his own cognition, this was like a miracle, but this miracle was so real in himself.

It was not until the palm on his head left that Yu Tianxiao reacted and knelt down in mid-air.

"Thank you for your help, Lord! I will always be your servant in the future!"

"Haha! Get up! Just do your job well in the future! I told you that as long as you do your job well for me, this benefit is not worth mentioning in my eyes!"

"Lord, don't worry, for your business, I will sacrifice my life!"

Yu Tianxiao responded with a firm face.

At this time, the sky above suddenly changed, and the heavenly tribulation of breaking through the Mahayana period came as expected.

"Okay! Let's go through the tribulation first!"

Immortal Lord Luo Kun looked up, then waved his hand and flicked out a sleeve.

A stream of Yuanli immediately rolled up Yu Tianxiao, and then he was thrown out.

The direction he flew to was exactly the place where Ning Ping's clone Shi Yi had survived the catastrophe.

After a while, the sky in the distance was covered with thick dark clouds, and then thunders of catastrophe struck one after another.

After sending Yu Tianxiao away, Immortal Lord Luo Kun no longer paid attention to him, and turned his head to look at the formation that was still being constructed.

As he watched, his eyes gradually turned cold, with a hint of complexity mixed in.

He kept muttering.

"Ning Ping... I didn't expect you to be so difficult!"

"I really hope your strength can be improved, otherwise it would be too boring!"

"God-killing Curse! You are so good, you actually merged it..."

"And the inheritance of Immortal Emperor Qinglan, it's all mine, I'll keep it in your hands for the time being!"

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Monument!

This is where the original Holy Land Academy was.

Now, the original appearance is completely invisible. Looking over, only a continuous mountain range can be vaguely seen.

There is also a monument that seems to pierce the sky, standing among the mountains, which is extremely eye-catching.

The entire thousand-mile range has been gradually included in the restricted area.

The monument formation has also been expanded several times and completely covers the thousand-mile range.

Deep in the monument formation, there is a hall that originally hung a plaque of the Holy Land Academy, and it has long been replaced with the word monument.

A group of cultivators with strong auras also flew out of the hall at this moment.

It seems that an important meeting has just ended at this moment, and the faces of each cultivator who left are extremely solemn.

If Ning Ping was here, he would also find that these people are all people he knows well.

Su Yijian, Shi Yangxu, Luo Heng and others are among them, and it can even be found that Zhou Weiyi, the master of the Fenghun Pavilion, is also among them.

At this time, there are still a few people left in the hall, Dian Ji, Gu Dang, Gu Xiao, and even Ning Ping's mother Ding Xiuyue are in the hall.

Of course, the people on the main seat are the most eye-catching in the hall.

Hu Buwei, who rarely shows up, is now sitting on the main seat, and beside him is Kong Lingzi, the former Lord of the Sea of ​​Tranquility.

However, they all look heavy, as if they are facing some huge problem.

"Mr. Hu! The breath on the jade slip..."

At this time, Gu Dang, who is still a mountain of flesh, finally broke the silence in the hall.

"No problem! Ning Ping's soul fluctuations are still stable!" Hearing Gu Dang's voice, Hu Buwei came back to his senses from his meditation.

With Hu Buwei's words, everyone obviously felt the atmosphere relaxed.

Gu Xiao, who always kept a calm face, also had a slight light in his eyes, and a touch of joy also climbed onto his face.

Especially Ding Xiuyue, she inadvertently exhaled a long breath, and then felt that she seemed to be a little out of control, and turned into a calm face again.

However, her slight changes were seen by Hu Buwei.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, how about you keep this jade slip!" Hu Buwei flipped his hand and pinched a jade slip with his fingertips.

"No, no! You can keep it, Hu Lao. I said, as long as we know that the boy is still alive, it's enough!"

Ding Xiuyue directly refused, without a trace of pretense on her face, and then smiled at Gu Xiao.

"Gu Xiao, go out with me, let them discuss it! We won't get involved!"

"Okay! Okay, Aunt Ding!"

Gu Xiao's eyes flashed with joy, and he went up to Ding Xiuyue and took her arm, and the two of them said goodbye to everyone and left.

As soon as the two of them left, the entire hall fell into deathly silence again.

"The thousand-year period is coming soon. I really hope that boy is fine and can return smoothly!"

Hu Buwei walked slowly to the entrance of the palace, and as his voice came out, he also attracted everyone's attention.

"Little friend Ning, it will be fine for sure! I have already arranged for manpower to take over!" Kong Lingzi answered directly.

At this moment, Kong Lingzi's body was extremely solid, and he had actually condensed his true body.

There is no doubt that this is the Dharmakaya condensed by taking the Wanluo Dharmakaya Pill given by Ning Ping.

"Well..." Hu Buwei nodded slowly.

Care leads to chaos, and it is perfect to put it on Hu Buwei at this moment.

Even though I had a strong feeling in my heart that Ning Ping, that kid, shouldn't be trapped, but even so, I still couldn't feel completely at ease.

Putting aside the worries in his heart, Hu Buwei looked at Kong Lingzi thoughtfully.

"The space here has been experiencing inexplicable fluctuations recently. According to your estimation, how much time is left?"

It turns out that all the high-level monks were gathered together today precisely because of the unusual fluctuations in the space near the monument recently.

Where is the monument? That is the teleportation formation that connects to the Holy Land.

The existence of the monument was precisely for the purpose of suppressing the Holy Land.