The Path to Becoming Immortal

After the God-Slaying Spear pierced into the body of Immortal Lord Luo Kun, it did not lose its momentum and went straight through his body.

But there was something extra on the tip of the spear, which was a soul belonging to Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

"Buzz..."

Only a dull buzzing sound was heard, and the God-Slaying Spear actually pierced the soul of Immortal Lord Luo Kun and nailed it directly in mid-air.

The God-Slaying Spear quietly nailed the soul of Immortal Lord Luo Kun in mid-air.

The tip of the spear that pierced the soul seemed to sink into the void, as if there was an invisible wall in the air.

At this time, the face of Immortal Lord Luo Kun's soul was full of fear, and both hands grabbed the gray spear that pierced his body firmly.

But as soon as it touched, it quickly let go as if it was electrocuted, as if it had touched something terrifying.

"Ah..."

The soul of Immortal Lord Luo Kun opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

He felt that his soul was like a child, unable to exert any strength, and his soul essence was being devoured by the spear on his body.

There was no doubt that when his soul essence was completely devoured by the spear, his clone would fall.

What frightened him was the deep feeling of powerlessness. He wanted to do something to get rid of this terrifying spear, but found that he could not do it at all.

Just now, he grabbed the spear with both hands, but his soul essence was flowing faster. The strange runes on the spear frightened him.

Then, the strange runes on the God-killing Spear also quietly moved towards the soul of Luo Kun Xianjun.

Luo Kun Xianjun watched this scene with his own eyes, but he could not stop it at all. He instinctively felt that when those strange runes were completely all over his body, it also foreshadowed his doom.

And his body, maintaining the previous posture, stood there quietly, with a lifeless silence in his eyes. The whole person was like a statue, but this statue lacked a bit of agility.

Ning Ping also looked dazed, watching the strange scene in front of him.

This is the God-Slaying Spear, and its power is so terrifying.

Even a strong man like Luo Kun Xianjun's clone, after being hit, had no room for resistance.

To be honest, after my energy was sucked out just now, I was still very worried.

I thought that with the opponent's terrifying strength, even if he was hit by the God-Slaying Spear, he might still have some room for resistance.

Maybe I will have to spend some effort to take him down.

Who would have thought that this God-Slaying Spear was so terrifying that the opponent couldn't even move after being stabbed.

Ning Ping felt a dryness in his throat, swallowed involuntarily, and then his eyes fell on Luo Kun Xianjun who was struggling in vain.

He looked at me with great fear in his eyes, opened and closed his mouth in vain, and there was begging in his eyes.

No, his eyes were not only begging, but also regretful.

As for what he regretted, Ning Ping naturally had no idea.

Maybe he didn't do his best to deal with himself?

Or maybe he underestimated the determination of the resistance of the cultivation world.

After losing a lot of soul, Luo Kun's soul became transparent, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

In the desperate eyes of the other party, the runes on the God-killing Spear spread all over the other party's body, and then the strange runes slowly climbed on his face.

The runes finally spread and covered the other party's face.

"Ah..."

Luo Kun's soul opened his mouth, as if roaring silently, and his eyes were extinguished and turned into a dim gray.

At this time, the God-killing Spear and the soul nailed in the air, like ashes after burning, began to collapse completely, drifting around, and finally turned into invisible.

As soon as this side disappeared, the strange scene appeared again.

Ning Ping also opened his mouth at this time, and couldn't close it for a long time.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the God-killing Spear that had just disappeared appeared together with the soul of Luo Kun, the immortal who had lost consciousness, on the tip of the spear.

It even retained the appearance of nailing it in the void.

Just when Ning Ping was extremely shocked, the strange runes on Luo Kun's soul began to completely collapse along with his soul.

The countless rune fragments that broke apart directly turned into extremely pure soul power and merged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

An extremely comfortable feeling also spread from the depths of the soul to the whole body.

"Hu..."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ning Ping's soul looked up to the sky and howled, making an extremely pleasant groan.

Ning Ping felt it with an intoxicated face. This feeling was so comfortable that he couldn't stop, and he just wanted to indulge in it all the time.

The God-killing Spear once again quietly floated in the sea of ​​consciousness, motionless.

He tried to communicate with it, but it didn't move at all, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

After a long while, Ning Ping came back to his senses. After looking around, he stared at the place where the God-Slaying Spear disappeared in front of him.

Did the clone of Luo Kun Xianjun fall just like that?

Was he really killed by himself?

For a moment, Ning Ping's mind was also in a mess.

The sudden silence in the formation at this moment also confused all the monks in the monument.

"Why... why is there no movement?"

"Huh... could it be... could it be that the Holy Lord escaped?"

"How did they fight? Why is it so quiet now..."

"She shouldn't have left yet! Look, the light is still there..."

"Maybe that's the opponent's magic weapon that was left behind!"

"Is it possible that the Holy Master was killed by fellow Daoist Ning!"

"this......"

Not only were the others puzzled, but even Hu Buwei, Dianji and the others were still the same.

Isolated by the realm of light and the flame barrier, no one could see what was going on inside at this moment.

"This... Mr. Hu, Fellow Daoist Ning should be okay!" Dian Ji said with a slightly trembling voice, turning to look at Hu Buwei who was standing aside.

While he was paying attention to all the changes in the formation, he also tried hard to explore the details of the battlefield, but he was unable to detect even half of it.

Hu Buwei, who had always held the jade slip in his hand, also shook his head with a puzzled look on his face.

"He's fine! And he feels pretty good... Why is there suddenly no movement..."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!" After hearing this, Kong Lingzi let out a long sigh of relief.

Among the few people, he and Hong Shi were the calmest.

Especially Hong Shi, his expression hardly changed from beginning to end, as if he had everything under control.

"Monk Hong, what do you think?" Hu Buwei thought hard and turned to look at the person he trusted the most.

"You'll know just by looking at it!"

When Hu Buwei heard this, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and simply pretended that he didn't ask.