The Path to Becoming Immortal

While recovering, Ning Ping also went over the extremely dangerous battle that had just happened in his mind.

He rushed to the scene just in time, just forcing him back into the formation.

If he had been a little slower, it would have been hard to say how this battle would have ended.

There was no formation outside to trap him, so he might have had no choice but to use the fire barrier on the dragon ball in advance.

Without the consumption in front, it was hard to say whether the fatal blow of the God-killing Spear could produce such a significant effect.

In fact, he still had some means that he had not used.

For example, the Soul Escape Technique and the life-saving secret method Crow.

In the opponent's light field, in the endless light, using the secret method of Crow might increase his own consumption.

This also indirectly shows the power of the field. In the opponent's field, his lightning field was completely suppressed by the light field used by the opponent.

For this, he did not find it strange at all. The opponent was the direct disciple of the Thunder Immortal Emperor, who was the ancestor of playing with thunder.

This battle was also simulated on the way. Although there are some discrepancies in some details, I am generally satisfied.

For example, when I arrived, his men were all killed, and his strength did not seem to recover to the level I imagined.

Or, my God-killing Spear, this powerful secret method, really gave me a pleasant surprise.

If it weren't for this method, whether I could take advantage of the opponent is really hard to say.

But then again, if I didn't have a certain degree of confidence, I certainly wouldn't fight the opponent head-on, that would be purely courting death.

Of course, things are unpredictable.

No matter how powerful my God-killing Spear is, in the end, one of his residual souls still escaped, which I didn't expect at all.

"Immortal... is really cunning!"

After fighting with this Immortal Lord Luo Kun several times, Ning Ping also deeply felt that the methods of this upper realm immortal were so many that it was really hard to guard against.

It's really not an easy thing to really kill the opponent. You know, this is just a clone of the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

If this clone is so difficult to deal with, then what about his real body...

Ning Ping thought carefully and realized that he had no chance of winning no matter what.

One force can defeat ten skills. Any means and strategies are futile in the face of powerful strength.

This is also the truth that Ning Ping summed up after constant confrontation with Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

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A year passed in the blink of an eye!

The mess in the monument formation was also completely renewed.

But the towering monument was still covered with cracks and looked broken.

Dian Ji and his son were also constantly repairing the formation, but it was just a simple repair on the surface.

At this moment, the monument formation actually had little effect left.

But fortunately, although the monument was broken, it still stood.

Everyone knows that the Mahayana cultivators known to the entire cultivation world are currently in seclusion in the monument.

Among them is the person who has obtained the key to this battle, Ning Ping, Fellow Daoist Ning.

Because of their presence, everyone felt at ease.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, and they are the tall people in everyone's eyes, the pillars in their hearts.

On this day, the square in front of the monument hall was full of people.

This was a grand celebration.

Countless monks were sitting cross-legged neatly, so dense that they seemed to cover the entire square.

Sitting in front were the leaders of various forces. At this moment, they were sitting upright, closing their eyes and resting.

And behind them, there were many younger generations with excited faces. They kept stretching their necks to look at the monument hall with the door wide open, with expectant expressions in their eyes.

There was also a group of monks with a very special aura on them. They were the scattered cultivators of the Sea of ​​Tranquility.

However, even though it had been a full year since the war, everyone's face still showed a trace of fatigue.

Some monks' faces were still pale, and the aura they exuded was extremely unstable.

There were four empty seats at the head of the steps at the entrance of the hall, waiting for their turn.

On one side of the huge steps, Dian Ji and his son were sitting behind them.

On the other side, Ning Ping's mother Ding Xiu Yue and Gu Xiao were beside her.

At this time, Ding Xiu Yue turned her head slightly and gave a questioning look to Gu Xiao, who had arrived early.

Gu Xiao smiled slightly and nodded calmly to comfort her.

At this moment, at the entrance of the hall, four figures suddenly appeared with a distortion of space.

In an instant, all the people who were originally sitting stood up and bowed to the head of the hall.

"Greetings to the Great Elder!"

"Greetings to the Great Elder!"

"Greetings to the Great Elder!"

The sound of cheers instantly drowned the entire monument.

"Fellow Daoists, no need to be polite!"

Hu Buwei smiled, raised his hand and waved, a gentle breeze swept over everyone, and all the people who were saluting stood up straight.

Then, everyone looked at the head seat with sparkling eyes.

Everyone's face flushed and became extremely excited.

The protagonists of today, Ning Ping, Hu Buwei, Hong Shi, and Kong Lingzi, appeared at this moment.

The four of them are all monuments, and even the supreme elders of the entire cultivation world.

Ning Ping's eyes were also fixed on a woman at this time, that was his mother Ding Xiu Yue.

He walked down the steps directly and grabbed the other's hands tightly.

"Mother!"

"Yeah, yeah! Good, good! I'm glad you're okay!"

Ding Xiu Yue's eyes immediately showed a mist, and she reached out to touch Ning Ping's cheek, nodding slightly.

"Brother Ning!!" A crisp voice that had been suppressed for a long time also pulled Ning Ping's mind over.

"Yun'er!" He reached out and rubbed the other's head hard.

This was not a good time to reminisce about the past. Ning Ping took a breath, patted the other's hand lightly, and then looked around the hall.

His eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, giving people the feeling that Ning Ping was communicating with everyone at the same time with his eyes.

Just this one move made some people with high cultivation secretly shocked.

Among them was Su Yijian. When he exchanged glances with Ning Ping just now, he could feel the relief and gratitude in his eyes.

There was also Zhou Weiyi, the leader of Fenghun Pavilion. In Ning Ping's eyes, he also felt the long-lost friendship of mutual support.

Ning Ping also noticed that a young cultivator behind Zhou Weiyi had a cold face, but his eyes were unusually bright.

His cultivation was not bad, and he had reached the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit.

After taking a deep look at each other, Ning Ping and the others nodded one by one.

Finally, his eyes stopped on the group of casual cultivators in Ningjinghai. After looking at them for a while, he nodded deeply.