The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Hey... I can't help it. I can't pee in the same pot as your Holy Master. You have to give it a try for some things!"

Ning Ping shrugged helplessly, but he was paying attention to his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

At this time, countless monks from the Holy Land gathered around the light pillar and sat down cross-legged in silence.

A pair of eyes full of hatred were fixed on Ning Ping.

With one glance, everyone's cultivation levels were also reflected in his eyes.

Fortunately, except for Yu Tianxiao, there are no more Mahayana monks, and even there are only a few monks in the Fusion phase.

Ning Ping felt a little relieved. It seemed that these consecutive losses had also damaged the strength of the Holy Land.

After hearing Ning Ping's words, Yu Tianxiao still shook his head in confusion.

"The power of the Holy Lord is beyond your imagination. Come to our side. I will fight to the death to plead with the Holy Lord for you!"

As he said this, Yu Tianxiao showed unbelievable sincerity on his face.

"Haha! Yes, you are still a friend! It's indeed a good thing to be friends with you!"

Ning Ping laughed loudly and looked at Yu Tianxiao with great satisfaction.

"What do you think? The Holy Lord is magnanimous. As long as you sincerely convert, he will never make things difficult for you!"

As if seeing a glimmer of hope of persuading the other party, Yu Tianxiao couldn't help but become more eager.

Ning Ping glanced at the other party calmly, then raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

"Immortal Lord Luo Kun, what! Are you just going to avoid seeing me? Why don't I just surrender to you? There are so many people, I'm scared to see them!"

In just this moment, the figures around him could no longer be seen at a glance, as if all the Holy Land monks had gathered here.

But none of them made the slightest sound, giving people an extremely strange feeling, and they didn't know what was brewing.

But at this time, Ning Ping didn't have much worries. There was a flame barrier around him, so he was naturally not afraid of the other party's sudden attack.

The sound echoed throughout the airspace, but there was still no response from the other party.

"Haha!!! I almost killed you last time. Are you so afraid of me now?"

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Ning Ping's heart moved and he continued to speak.

"You avoided it, you're still recovering now, are you! How about it? You haven't recovered yet! That's right, you just escaped a trace of your remaining soul, it's only a hundred years! How can you successfully recover your strength?"

Looking at the countless pairs of angry eyes around him, Ning Ping smiled lightly without caring.

"If you surrender to me, I will also promise to let you live! I am famous for keeping my word!"

"Insolent!!! Stop talking nonsense!"

At this time, Yu Tianxiao suddenly shouted and interrupted Ning Ping.

"Hmph!!! Don't think that I will show mercy to you just because you have been kind to me before! Ning Ping, are you really seeking death? If you are really seeking death, I will help you!"

After saying that, he stared at Ning Ping with a livid face. His expression was exactly the same as that of other Holy Land monks.

"Oh!!! Do you think you can beat me?"

Ning Ping glanced at Yu Tianxiao up and down with interest, with a hint of disdain on his lips.

"Are you still far behind? Don't forget, your holy master was killed by his own hands!"

"Nonsense! How can you be the opponent of the Holy Lord? My Holy Lord can destroy you with just one finger!"

A trace of panic flashed in Yu Tianxiao's eyes.

Could it be that the Holy Lord's extremely weak return last time was really due to Ning Ping's action...

Although I have speculated this way, I have never seen the Holy Lord with my own eyes, so I cannot be completely sure about this matter.

I have personally experienced the methods of the Holy Lord, and I can improve my cultivation to the Mahayana stage out of thin air.

If that wasn't a miracle, what else could it be? Just because Ning Ping can kill the Holy Lord, this is nothing else but nonsense.

Thinking of this, Yu Tianxiao became more and more determined.

The other party must want to anger the Holy Lord in order to achieve this guy's unknown purpose.

right! That's right! That must be the case.

"Haha! It seems that you are convinced that your Holy Lord is invincible?!"

Ning Ping sneered, looking at the other person with a slightly pitiful look.

Glancing at the dense crowd, every one of them had firm expressions on their faces.

Unexpectedly, under the control of the holy light, these people would follow Immortal Lord Luo Kun so blindly.

At this moment, Yu Tianxiao's face suddenly turned into incomparable respect, and his eyes kept flashing.

Seeing this, Ning Ping's heart moved slightly and his eyes froze sharply.

Immortal Lord Luo Kun! ! ! He must be talking to Yu Tianxiao at the moment.

Ning Ping waited silently, looking like he was not in a hurry at all.

However, my heart was completely tense, ready to take action at any time.

At this time, due to the passage of time, the flame barrier's existence is almost up.

I'm afraid that just when the flame barrier disappears, a fierce fight will inevitably begin.

While Ning Ping was observing vigilantly, suddenly, a low moan slowly sounded from all around.

All the monks seemed to have received some instructions. They opened and closed their mouths and muttered something, like some kind of prayer, but they seemed to be listening carefully, but they could not distinguish what was said.

But this murmur, when countless Holy Land monks uttered it at the same time, was like a huge wave sweeping around.

At some point, Yu Tianxiao quietly sat down on the altar and murmured the same.

The omnipresent sound waves had no attack power, but they made Ning Ping feel irritated.

This unexplained irritation immediately made Ning Ping more alert.

After a while, the flame barrier finally dissipated after a slight shake, turning into a dim bead that Ning Ping quietly took into his body.

At this time, the light curtain formed by the light column separated Ning Ping from the countless holy land monks outside.

"No, although I don't know what they are doing, I can't let them continue like this."

Ning Ping flipped his hand and grabbed the Xuanyue Sword in his palm.

As the Yuanli surged throughout his body, a giant sword dozens of feet long, as soon as it condensed, slashed towards the light curtain in the distance.

At this time, after many proofs, the light curtain formed by the light column is extremely hard, especially in the holy land, it is probably more powerful.

But Ning Ping naturally wanted to try it, at least to make some noise, interrupt them, and see what they were doing.

"Boom..."

A loud noise rang out as the giant sword slashed the light curtain. It was indeed extremely solid. It shook slightly and then recovered.

Seeing this, Ning Ping looked outside. It seemed that no one heard the loud noise at all. The low murmur came again just one hour after the loud noise.