The Path to Becoming Immortal

All the monks stationed at the monument left one after another.

Only a few guards were left.

The monument formation, which covers an area of ​​a thousand miles, only opened the core area around the monument.

It seemed that everything returned to normal in an instant.

Of course, the monument trial. It was reopened again.

For a while, the quota for the monument trial became the most popular object of competition in the cultivation world.

Just when many people were worried about whether the remnants hidden in the holy land would suddenly attack.

At some point, a rumor spread quietly.

It is said that this senior Ning Pingning had entered the holy land alone not long ago and killed all the monks in the holy land without leaving a single one.

Finally, before leaving, he completely destroyed the entire holy land.

In a hidden pavilion outside the monument square, two guards had just finished their patrol and were sitting together for a drink. The logo of the Xuanyue Sword Sect was embroidered on their lapels.

The two men, one tall and one short, were talking about this very matter.

"No way! Our Supreme Elder killed hundreds of millions of people in the entire Holy Land alone? This... How is this possible!"

The short monk opened his eyes wide, with an unbelievable look on his face, and the wine glass he had just picked up was also put back on the table.

"Hey! Could it be that I lied to you? Do I need to? Besides, Senior Ning is the Supreme Elder of our Xuanyue Sword Sect, how could he do such an exaggerated thing to discredit the Supreme Elder!"

The other tall monk was very satisfied with the other party's reaction, smiled lightly with disdain, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Seeing that the other party still looked unbelieving, and even looked at him with a little contempt, he suddenly smiled mysteriously, lowered his voice and whispered.

"This is not nonsense, I have an absolutely credible source of information!"

"Oh?!!! Tell me, I want to see how credible it is!"

The interest of the short monk was immediately aroused.

After all, Senior Ning is also from Xuanyue Sword Sect. He is so powerful and they are from the same sect, so it is naturally a matter of great honor.

"I happened to be on duty at the garrison that day, and I heard the conversation between Master Gu of the Gu family and the Grand Elder. Otherwise, how dare I talk nonsense about such a big thing! If you don't believe me, you can go and ask in person if you are brave enough!"

"Ah! You mean...Su...Grand Elder?" The short monk was moved when he heard it, and stood up in a flash, and was three feet tall.

"What are you doing? Sit down!"

The tall monk glanced around and reached out to push the other party back.

"We have several supreme elders in Xuanyue Sword Sect, of course it's Senior Su! Now you believe it!"

"This... this... what they said is definitely true! I didn't expect Senior Ning to be so strong!"

The short monk was shocked at first, and then his eyes flickered with excitement.

"Don't forget! The supreme elder has a clone, do you still remember the name?"

The tall monk calmly poured another glass of wine into his mouth.

"You mean--Xue Tu!?" The short monk thought for a moment and blurted out a name.

"That's right! It was Xue Tu. I heard that the Taiqing Sect came out in full force and besieged our Xuanyue Sword Sect together with many other forces. It was the power of the Supreme Elder alone who killed tens of thousands of invading enemies, forcing them to return empty-handed and finally flee in panic!"

"Also, in the last holy land war, the Supreme Elder went deep into the holy land as an insider, killing tens of millions of enemies in that battle! He even triggered a heavenly tribulation and killed the Immortal Lord Luo Kun, leaving only a trace of his soul!"

"Ah... Didn't they say that the Supreme Elder killed hundreds of thousands of enemies in the last war? How come there are so many..."

"Hehe! You don't understand this! This is just for publicity, so that everyone doesn't think that my Supreme Elder kills too many people!"

The tall cultivator showed a look of contempt and whispered mysteriously in the other's ear.

"Think about it! Before, my Grand Elder could kill tens of millions of enemies in a rage. Now that he has broken through to the Mahayana stage, it would be easy for him to kill the hundreds of millions of remnants of the Qingguang Holy Land!"

"Yeah! That's right! Why didn't I think of it!? With the strength of the Grand Elder, killing those holy land trash is just like killing chickens and dogs!"

The short monk was completely convinced, and his eyes were shining.

"Alas... It's a pity that I didn't participate in that battle. If I could fight the enemy side by side with the Grand Elder! It would be wonderful..."

"Cough... cough..."

The tall monk was choked by a mouthful of wine, and coughed for a long time before he recovered.

"Forget it! With your cultivation... You are not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Grand Elder!"

Who knew that the short monk really thought about it seriously and said seriously.

"That's right! I'm not worthy of carrying the shoes of the Grand Elder, but I'm more than enough to kill a few remnants of the Holy Land!"

"Come on! You'll die if you don't brag for a day! Come on, drink two more cups, and you can kill a few more later!"

For a while, the two began to argue endlessly.

And the name of Xue Tu, inadvertently, once again resounded throughout the cultivation world.

...........

The Monument Hall.

On weekdays, as an important place of the monument, no one would dare to enter rashly.

And today, Ning Ping, the original body of Xue Tu, appeared in the hall.

In the empty hall, a person walked in at this time, Wang Jian of Fenghun Pavilion, the clone of Yu Tianxiao.

The monotonous footsteps echoed in the empty hall until they stopped in the depths.

Wang Jian's face was puzzled, uneasy, and a little admiring.

"I don't know what the senior has sent, please give me your instructions. I will do it for you at all costs!"

As soon as he stood still, Wang Jian clasped his fists and bowed respectfully.

But Wang Jian found out from the corner of his eyes that the high-ranking senior Ning Pingning was still staring at him indifferently, and didn't pay any attention to his words at all.

At this moment, he was also shocked to find that if he hadn't seen the other party, he would probably think that he was the only one in the hall.

This was undoubtedly because the other party's cultivation strength was much higher than his.

Wang Jian saw that the other party didn't reply, and he was also very embarrassed for a while. He maintained a respectful posture and didn't know what to do.

After a long time, Ning Ping's voice came out from above, and with this voice, Wang Jian instantly fell into the ice cave.

"Should I call you Wang Jian? Or is it more appropriate to call you Yu Tianxiao?"