The Path to Becoming Immortal

Ning Ping thought that this might be a place of imprisonment, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Looking up at the sky, it was now obscured by fog.

Perhaps, they who once lived here should often look up at the fairy mountain high above.

Perhaps, that fairy mountain is also their spiritual sustenance, a place they yearn for extremely.

Or, it's a place they hate!

At this moment, Ning Ping could not help but think about the deep pit in front of the evil spirit of Xuan Yue Immortal Lord when he was in the Mirror Realm.

Those desperate and disgusting eyes, even thinking about them at this moment, I feel a chill in my heart.

How much hatred there is to make them have such hateful eyes!

Just because they are called the Immortal-Yan tribe!

"It's definitely more than that!" Ning Ping shook his head solemnly and slowly.

Is that why they were imprisoned here? Maybe...

It is estimated that no one would want to be imprisoned by others and restricted to this small area ----- becoming someone else's material!

Ning Ping also thought about the forest of whispering monuments he had built with his own hands, and the Immortal-like people who were buried alive under every living tree.

"What kind of person is this Immortal Emperor Qinglan?"

Ning Ping was also filled with doubts. Could it be that all the immortals in the upper world were so complex and diverse?

The faces of Qingyou, Qinglan, and Xiuran also circulated in Ningping's mind.

Some may be cold and merciless, some may be righteous and aloof as immortals, or some may be affectionate, compassionate and compassionate...

This completely different personality made Ning Ping never have a completely clear judgment about this person.

"Haha! Never mind him! It's just a dead person!"

Ning Ping couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth slightly, chuckled disdainfully, and slowly fell down.

I really have less and less good impressions of Immortal Emperor Qinglan!

Ning Ping did not believe that the corpses under the forest of whispering monuments were of their own free will.

Or, these secrets are left in other people's hands.

As they continued to fall, the aura of the Immortal-Yan clan became stronger and stronger.

When Ning Ping's feet landed on the ruins, the aura of the Xianxian Clan became even more substantial.

A desolate sadness also enveloped Ningping's entire soul.

Ning Ping's eyes became moist involuntarily, and his ears seemed to hear countless miserable and desperate howls.

However, a strong and unyielding fighting spirit soon emerged from the rich death aura.

Suddenly, the pitiful howls in the ears turned into an iron horse again, as if countless people were fighting bravely without fear of death.

Faintly, I seemed to hear a sound, and the deafening war drums resounded throughout the world.

While Ning Ping was in a trance, the God-killing Spear suddenly appeared quietly from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Eh..." The voice in Ning Ping's mind suddenly disappeared, and he stared at the sudden appearance of the God-killing Spear with a surprised look on his face.

As soon as the God-Slaying Spear appeared, the unique auras of countless Immortal-Yan tribesmen swarmed towards the God-Slaying Spear, as if they had found a home.

At the bottom of the entire pit, a whirlwind blew up under the influence of the breath.

The whirlwind kept spinning, and soon it turned into a huge and invisible hurricane.

The center of the aura hurricane is the God-killing Spear.

Countless faint auras are constantly blending into the runes on the God-Slaying Spear, making the God-Slaying Spear become more solid.

After a long time, the hurricane finally dissipated, and at this time, the unique aura of the Immortal-Yan tribe that was still clearly discernible in the deep pit completely disappeared.

"this......."

Ning Ping looked at the God-killing Spear still floating quietly in front of him in surprise.

With a thought in his mind, he grabbed the God-killing Spear in his palm. The strange feeling coming from his palm also shocked Ning Ping's heart.

Upon closer inspection, the God-killing Spear in his palm was emitting a metallic gray light. At first glance, it seemed that it had not changed.

Before, the God-killing Spear was an illusory object that was as light as nothing, but now, it felt as substantial as a magic weapon.

Holding the God-killing Spear in his hand, a tragic feeling flowed from the spear into his heart.

At this moment, give Ningping a feeling.

Even if there are thousands of troops in front of him, he has nothing to fear.

Even if an Immortal Emperor stood in front of him, he would still dare to stab the opponent with the spear in his hand.

The inexplicable God-killing Spear was also glowing with gray light at this moment, truly like a powerful thing capable of killing gods.

"snort!"

But then, as Ning Ping groaned, his face instantly turned pale.

With a thought, the God-killing Spear suddenly dissipated into the air and once again floated quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Ping stood there in surprise, just when he was holding the God-killing Spear and his fighting spirit arose.

The pseudo-immortal essence that had been completely transformed in the body also poured into the God-killing Spear. In just a few breaths, most of the immortal essence in the body was consumed.

You know, Ning Ping currently has a huge amount of Yuan Power in his body.

Even if such a strong Yuan Power consumes so much, then if one's own Yuan Power is slightly weak, he probably won't be able to activate it.

"Haha!" But immediately afterwards, Ning Ping's face was overjoyed again.

Through the unintentional attempt just now, Ning Ping discovered that if the God-killing Spear was activated like just now, it should be able to be used directly against the enemy.

Unlike before, you can only directly assassinate and devour the opponent's soul, but it will take a long time to use it next time.

By absorbing such a large amount of the aura of the Yanxian Clan this time, the power of the God-Slaying Spear has increased so much.

At this time, Ning Ping was very satisfied. He didn't expect to get such a harvest by accidentally going down to this deep pit.

You know, he originally just wanted to verify what he saw in the mirror world before and his own guess, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected opportunity.

"Thank you!"

Ning Ping deeply suppressed the joy in his heart, and then bowed respectfully to the people around him.

During the bow, Ning Ping's mood became heavy again.

The power of the God-Slaying Spear has increased greatly, but behind this great increase in power, it comes from countless lives of the Yanxian Clan.

"Ah..."

After bowing, Ning Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Thinking about how he could survive from powerful opponents many times, and even directly defeat them, this was due to the God-Slaying Curse of the Yanxian Clan.

So in excitement, a promise came out.

"If I, Ning, am lucky enough to survive, if I meet your Yanxian Clan, I will definitely regard you as my friends! I will never do anything to harm the Yanxian Clan!"

Just as Ning Ping made this promise, his entire soul was slightly shaken.

A chill that penetrated his heart also fell from the top of his head.

At this moment, Ning Ping felt as if his entire soul was sublimated at this moment.