The Path to Becoming Immortal

Even, Ning Ping's eyes flashed blue, and he activated his Hongyun Spirit Eyes to observe himself carefully.

I saw that Ning Ping's body was covered with a layer of black smoke that was invisible to the naked eye. If you don't pay special attention, it would be difficult to detect.

These black smokes are intermittent, like the poison of the tarsal bones, but they are not meant to kill.

"Karma?"

Ning Ping's eyes flashed with strange light, and suddenly a term appeared in his mind.

Looking carefully, these seemingly non-existent black smokes are not emitted from his body, and they have no effect on him.

But the spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, and it made him feel a little irritable, very slight, but clearly audible.

It was like countless resentful souls were entangled with himself.

"Is this karma entanglement?"

Ning Ping murmured thoughtfully.

This is basically consistent with the description in some classics. This is the karma that is contaminated by too much killing.

If Yu Tianxiao is still there, according to his words, it can also be called contaminated cause and effect.

But no matter what, it is not a good thing to be contaminated by karma, which is what all cultivators try their best to avoid.

"Humph, I was born for killing. How can I be afraid of your karma!"

Ning Ping sneered without comment, and then looked up at the depths of the holy land.

The next thing to do is another big thing.

That is to take down the holy land, that is, the Red Light Eclipse Sun Wheel, the life magic weapon of Luo Kun Xianjun.

Or--destroy it.

Let the entire cultivation world no longer have to worry about it.

Only in this way can Luo Kun Xianjun's body no longer be able to locate the location of the cultivation world, so that safety can be completely guaranteed.

Otherwise, with the existence of a magic weapon or an immortal weapon, sooner or later Luo Kun Xianjun may find a way to follow the trail.

By then, when that guy is fully prepared, I am afraid that the entire cultivation world will no longer be able to save the situation.

Ning Ping took a deep breath, flashed and turned into a beam of light and rushed out.

The direction forward was exactly the altar in the center of the holy land.

As he walked along, he used his spiritual sense to the fullest extent, and he could not see a single figure, not even a trace of any other life.

This place has become a dead place.

The whole land seemed to have been completely turned over, and there was no flat place.

The original waterfall on the cliff had also dried up, and it was completely unrecognizable. It had completely collapsed.

The countless attics above had also collapsed, and the cave where he had lived was naturally not spared.

Ning Ping stopped in a valley that was already in a mess.

In front of him, it was vaguely seen that it was the ruins of a collapsed house. This was the small courtyard where Meng Ling and her brother had lived.

To be honest, Ning Ping did not have much disgust for the native cultivators in the holy land. He only blamed the two sides for being on different opposite sides and being puppets of the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

He even had a little pity for them.

Except for the last invasion of the monument, most of the native cultivators in the holy land had only seen this sky in their entire lives.

It is true that this place is a holy place for cultivation, and it can even be said to be a paradise for cultivation that countless cultivators yearn for.

But looking at it from the other side, this place is also a huge cage.

Meng Ling and her siblings should have gone out to see the outside world!

I don’t know if they like it or not. After the battle of the monument, they may feel that the outside world is not so beautiful.

Because for them, the cultivators in the outside world are basically their enemies.

“Don’t blame me! Reincarnate well! Come back in the next life!”

Looking around, Ning Ping turned his head and continued to fly towards the altar.

In the catastrophe caused by the Evil Vein Pill, I am afraid that no one in the entire holy land can survive.

This also reminded Ning Ping of the Cutting Vein Pill and the Evil Vein Pill. The Evil Vein Pill has such a terrifying power.

Now, the terrifying power of the Evil Vein Pill has exceeded his expectations.

The Cutting Vein Pill is obviously better than the Evil Vein Pill.

The distance of the Evil Pulse Pill has a considerable limitation, and it is precisely the perfect place like the Holy Land that can fully exert its effect.

And what will the higher-level Evil Pill bring... Then the cultivation will increase again...

Thinking about it, Ning Ping's eyes shot out two rays of excitement.

"Okay, stop thinking about it!" As another thought came up, Ning Ping stopped thinking about it.

But now, although the recipe of the Evil Pill has been roughly deduced before.

But today, seeing the actual power of the Evil Pulse Pill, I have a new idea in my mind.

For the previously deduced Evil Pill recipe, there are many places that need to be adjusted.

Not long after, the huge altar was already in sight.

However, at this moment, the originally magnificent altar is now collapsed everywhere, like a huge mound of earth.

Ning Ping's figure flashed and landed on the altar.

At this moment, the altar is already in a mess, and the entire ground has been torn apart.

The completely changed altar made me feel emotional.

I have experienced so much here, such as the Holy Light Ceremony and the Holy Light War.

The altar used to be so holy and desirable.

After two great changes, it has become what it is today.

Fortunately, everything is over!

After a slight sigh in his heart, Ning Ping's mind moved and swept towards the torn fault cracks.

In the depths of those faults, a chill continued to emanate, and the further down he went, the more intense the chill became.

"Hey! Is this the power left by Sister Chuxun's attack?"

Sensing the vague sense of familiarity, Ning Ping was also shocked.

Even though thousands of years have passed, the scene of the ice-covered land when Wu Chuxun attacked still appeared in his mind.

He hurried here, of course, to see if the altar had been repaired in these thousands of years.

Then, Ning Ping expanded his mind to go deep into the ground and carefully explored it.

Sure enough, as expected, some traces of excavation below showed that the monks of the Holy Land had been constantly trying to repair the altar in these thousands of years.

Now it seems that it is not surprising that with the icy breath left, it is indeed not an easy task for the monks of the Holy Land to repair it.

Under Wu Chuxun's extreme cold, the soil and rocks deep underground were frozen as hard as steel.

To completely repair such a huge altar is simply an extremely huge project.

It is impossible to see the extent of the repair now, but there is no doubt that given time, the altar will be rebuilt sooner or later.

In that case, the news of this place must have been passed to the ears of Luo Kun Xianjun.

Judging from the current mess, there is no need to worry about this aspect.