The Path to Becoming Immortal

Thinking of this, Ning Ping felt a palpitation in his heart even though he had just talked about this with everyone for a long time.

Then, Ning Ping looked inward again, and his brows furrowed deeply again.

The only trace of Yuanli in his body, and the dried-up soul, looked like a desert.

Now he looked like an ordinary person.

The killing clone was still in a deep sleep at this time, and he also got some information from the killing clone that he didn't know before.

At that time, he was disturbed by the nightmare, and his consciousness was extremely weak.

Unexpectedly, the killing clone also played the most critical role in this crisis.

It was the killing clone's resistance that gave Ning Ping some time to react.

The killing clone sensed the abnormality when the nightmare began to devour the vitality.

He also tried to wake up Ning Ping's body, but unfortunately failed.

When the vitality was constantly fading, it was the killing clone that combined with the soul to launch a counterattack.

Unfortunately, because the nightmare's means were too strange, it only reduced the speed of life passing away.

However, it was precisely because of this that Ning Ping gained crucial time to escape.

It was not until Gu Xiao took out the bronze mirror and let Ning Ping recognize himself that the killing clone made a last-ditch effort, bursting out all its potential, and made Ning Ping completely sober.

This is how he quickly found a way to escape and let Yuner bombard him with all her strength.

At this time, the killing clone was even worse, with no Yuanli in his body, and he was completely in a dead silence.

"That nightmare is really powerful!" Through the information sent by the clone, Ning Ping's fear of nightmares has increased by a whole lot.

It doesn't matter whether this weird thing is a nightmare or something else.

Anyway, what can be determined is that it is definitely not an ordinary illusion, a demon in the heart, or a demon.

Ning Ping's own practice is the law of illusion, especially after he comprehended the Nine-Curved Phaseless Formation, it is difficult to deceive himself with illusions.

In the entire cultivation world, anyone can go astray or develop a demon in their heart, but Ning Ping is the only one who cannot. He has strong confidence that he can resolve it.

"Thanks to you this time!"

Looking at the sleeping killing clone, Ning Ping smiled.

The clone that he had spent a lot of effort to refine before really played a significant role many times.

"Haha, then recover well! Later, you should practice well!"

At this moment, Ning Ping also let go of his knot and decided to continue to improve the cultivation of the killing clone in the next time.

In the last battle in the holy land, the killing clone swallowed a huge amount of killing intent, and now most of it has not been refined.

With such a huge amount, it is estimated that even if it is used for cultivation to ascend, it will probably be no problem.

Before, due to the concern about the clone's independent consciousness, the cultivation of the killing clone was also consciously suppressed by himself.

Especially after experiencing the incident with Yu Tianxiao's clone, the worry became even stronger.

However, in this crisis, the killing clone played a key role.

"He is my clone, and naturally part of my strength! Who cares what happens to him in the future!"

Ning Ping murmured, and couldn't help laughing.

This scene at the moment really has a sense of self-reconciliation.

Then, Ning Ping looked at himself again, and the layer of karma black fog that only he could see was still hovering on the surface of his body.

"Hey, this is really troublesome!"

Now, it can be confirmed that this crisis should be caused by the karma entangled in the body.

But there is nothing to do about it.

This nightmare is so weird, it comes and goes without a trace, without any signs, it can be said to be impossible to guard against.

This time I got through the crisis by luck, what about the next time?

Then, Ning Ping shook his head slightly, sighed secretly, and stopped thinking about it.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes again, and began to continue the long practice recovery.

In the secret room next door, Gu Xiao also smiled.

"Huh, this guy, I don't know what he thought of, he actually laughed!"

Seeing Ning Ping close his eyes again and fall into deep cultivation, Gu Xiao also closed his eyes again with peace of mind.

............

After recovering a little, Ning Ping did not continue to cultivate in the Tianyan space.

Instead, they returned to the immortal boat together, and after another drink together, Ning Ping stayed in the immortal boat to continue cultivating.

That's because time passes too fast in the Tianyan space. If the ascension calamity is triggered too early, he is far from ready.

Of course, it is still far from completely transforming the Yuanli in the body into pseudo-Xianyuan, it is just a worry.

On the other hand, the theory of compensation for the heavenly calamity that Kong Lingzi had comprehended before has caused some concerns about this.

After all, there is still a lack of understanding of the way of heaven in the Tianyan space.

Anyway, now my life span is completely enough to squander, and there is no worry about this at all, so it is more appropriate to practice outside.

............

Two hundred years had passed since the cultivation in the Immortal Boat.

On this day, a secret room in the cabin that had never been opened for hundreds of years suddenly opened.

Ning Ping, dressed in a blue robe, walked out.

I saw that he had a long breath and a strong aura, but then, with a thought, he disappeared into the invisible, like an ordinary person.

However, on that slightly thin face, his eyes were shining, revealing his extraordinaryness.

Until today, Ning Ping has truly recovered completely.

Ning Ping swept his consciousness and found Hu Buwei who was controlling the fairy boat at the bow. He smiled and disappeared from the spot.

"Mr. Hu, you have worked hard all these years!"

"Haha, as soon as I sensed your breath, I knew that you must have recovered!"

Hu Buwei laughed loudly, and he was very happy to sense the strong aura faintly emanating from Ning Ping.

As soon as the voice fell, a group of figures appeared one after another.

"Brother, you are fine!" Yuner's small figure flashed and rushed to Ning Ping.

Before Yoona arrived, a shadow swayed slightly, and Yaoyao landed on Ningping's shoulder, pecking Ningping's neck affectionately with her little mouth.

"Wow..."

Agui also rushed over at the same time, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, just humming beside Ningping.

Ningping saw them grinning foolishly, and this retreat really felt like a long-lost reunion.

"Haha! Congratulations, Brother Ning!" Kong Lingzi laughed and saluted as soon as he appeared.

Although they were on the same boat, it had been hundreds of years since they met again.

"Not bad, you are in good spirits, and it seems that you have fully recovered!"

Hong Shi looked Ningping up and down with a shining look.

For a moment, everyone gathered together again.