The Path to Becoming Immortal

After this battle, only one in ten of the scattered immortals who came to support from the Sea of ​​Tranquility survived, and the casualties were extremely heavy. Nod.

There are only more than a hundred scattered immortals left at this moment, and each of them is seriously injured, as if they will disappear at any time.

Of course, there are also some sects that have suffered extremely heavy casualties, and there are even many sects that have been wiped out.

There are also the demon clan. After this battle, there are only two big demons standing in the hall at this moment.

Yuan Qi, whose body is the blood-eyed demon ape, and the purple lightning thunder roc who had fought with him and finally made peace.

Ning Ping also nodded to them one by one, and found that he had not been with them for a long time.

In this battle, not only many big demons died, but also He Ling and Zixian, who he was familiar with, died in this battle.

As the main force protecting the array base, under that terrifying attack, it was precisely because of their powerful demon bodies that the array has been able to maintain its power and persist until his arrival.

I thought of the drinking on the holy island of the demon clan.

I also thought of Gui Ying. When he left, he said that he had left a jar of good wine for me. I would go and get drunk when I have time.

I also saw that the people of Xuanyue Sword Sect had fewer familiar faces than before.

The few familiar faces left in the crowd were looking at me excitedly.

Several of my disciples under Yinjian Peak, Qi Yan, Yuan Deheng, and You Changsheng were also among them, standing in a prominent position.

Ning Ping smiled slightly and nodded to them one by one.

At a glance, the people present at the moment were the remaining strength of the entire cultivation world.

Ning Ping turned around and walked up the steps again. He was also the protagonist of the day.

He raised his head slightly, looked forward again, stabilized his mood, and said loudly.

"Fellow Taoists! We won this battle again!"

The low voice instantly spread inside and outside the hall and spread throughout the monument.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

A sound like a tsunami suddenly resounded throughout the monument.

This day is also a grand event for the monument, and it is also a memorable day for the entire cultivation world.

Everyone screamed as hard as they could, venting the emotions that had been suppressed for a whole year.

Many cultivators also screamed and shed excited tears.

This battle was too difficult, and there were too many dead and injured cultivators.

After statistics, it was found that in this battle, as many as one million cultivators died.

Many sects either had no one alive, or only a few people left.

Until a long time later, Su Yijian, as the person who hosted the grand event this time, released a little pressure from his body and spoke.

"Elder Ning, that old thief from the Holy Land...!"

The seemingly small voice also spread throughout the monument, and all the voices immediately quieted down.

This also expressed the doubts in everyone's hearts, and everyone listened with ears perked up.

Most people speculated that the Immortal Lord Luo Kun had fallen at the hands of Ning Ping, and of course other speculations naturally existed.

After the war, no one came out to make a definite statement.

Today, during this grand event, it is just right to make this public! To comfort people's hearts!

Ning Ping responded with a brilliant smile and spoke without hesitation.

"As everyone wishes! That Luo Kun dog thief has been killed by us! We have achieved a complete victory!"

"All Taoist friends, did you hear clearly, that Luo Kun dog thief has been killed by us!"

Although Ning Ping's voice also spread throughout the monument, Su Yijian still shouted, and instantly pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

For a moment, as all the cultivators roared, the monument raised a murderous intention, and the fighting spirit soared to the sky.

After several people agreed that the matter of the escape of the remnant soul of the Immortal Lord Luo Kun was still kept secret.

At this time, the cultivation world needed morale and a long period of recuperation.

Even if they knew the truth, it would be useless except for causing trouble.

If Luo Kun Xianjun really had such great ability and made a comeback in a short time, the entire cultivation world would not be able to resist.

Besides, Ning Ping and others naturally had plans for the next step.

Ning Ping was also overwhelmed at this moment, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

Seeing that everyone had almost vented their emotions, he raised his hands and pressed them slightly, and after they calmed down, he continued with a solemn face.

"Many of our fellow Taoists have left, but it is precisely because of their departure that we are here safely today!"

Then Ning Ping pointed to the broken and crumbling monument outside the hall, and continued loudly.

"Look, will the monument fall? No! Absolutely not! Because we are here!"

"The monument will last forever!"

"The monument will last forever!"

"The monument will last forever!"

Feeling the same, everyone shouted again, this time for the fallen Taoist friends and for themselves who are still alive.

"Come on!!! Let's drink a cup together! Let's pay tribute to those fellow Taoists who died for our cultivation world!"

Ning Ping made a backhand move and grabbed a wine glass on the table behind him.

"This first cup is for the fellow Taoists who know about it in the afterlife!" Ning Ping flipped his hand, and the wine in the cup turned into a bright wine line and sprinkled under the steps.

"Cheers to the fellow Taoists!"

Everyone looked sad, and also sprinkled the wine in their hands on the square, mixing with the blood that had long dried up.

Ning Ping's breath relaxed slightly, and a soft breath swept across the entire square instantly.

Then, lines of wine shot out from the wine bottles on the table in front of everyone, and everyone filled their wine glasses with their own hands.

This slightly exposed hand made everyone secretly moved. This not only requires strong cultivation, but also an even more powerful soul to control it so accurately.

When everyone's wine glasses were filled, Ning Ping raised the wine glasses with both hands and shouted boldly.

"This second cup, we did it!!!"

"Dry!!!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together!

After finishing the cup, Ning Ping looked around with a solemn expression, clasped his fists, and then turned around and sat on the futon behind him.

Then, Hu Buwei rewarded him for his merits in this battle.

After a long time, a war that affected the fate of the entire world of cultivation really came to an end during this monumental victory celebration.

Later generations also collectively referred to this war that lasted for hundreds of years around the monument as the Battle of the Monument.

This battle not only established the victory of the world of cultivation, but also freed the entire world of cultivation from the fate of slavery.

It is no exaggeration to call it a turning point in the fate of the entire world of cultivation.

While all the monks were celebrating in the square, a group of heads entered the hall.