The Path to Becoming Immortal

The sound of slapping continued to ring out. Yun Xingzu looked miserable, closed his eyes and raised his hand to wave it on his face, then stood up and didn't want to stay for a moment, and turned away.

"Senior sister, why don't you kill them?" A woman suddenly asked in confusion.

"Huh?" The woman in front who was called Senior Sister turned her head and stared at the other party expressionlessly.

Seeing this, the woman suddenly lowered her head and stepped back, not daring to say a word.

"Let them go back and tell the people behind them."

"You go back first." The white-clothed woman called Senior Sister said lightly and walked forward.

"Yes!"

After the figure of the woman in front disappeared in the distortion, the four women who stayed in place came back to their senses.

Looking at each other, several people turned to the other side.

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The edge of the grassland.

The people in the City Lord's Mansion who had just rushed out of the swamp were all dejected.

"This is too much!" Yun Xingzu's face turned green, he gritted his teeth and muttered. He had never suffered such a great humiliation since he was a child.

"I don't know where those people came from?" One of the remaining commanders changed the subject, while others left the two people far away.

"Damn it, how should I know..." Yun Xingzu shouted, but then he felt that he was too out of control, and changed into a calm look in the blink of an eye.

"Let's leave here first, and we will know after the investigation."

This time, in order to hunt down Ning Ping, eight of the ten commanders came out, but now only one is left. Now I am still worried about how to go back and explain it in the future.

Thinking of this, the conversation with his father the night before leaving Guangming City also emerged in his mind.

"Xingzu, you have great talent. I named you Xingzu because we, the Guangming Yun family, have placed all our hopes on you."

"I have always been able to give you everything I want. Even the old ancestor is very optimistic about you. What about your cultivation? Look at other people. You are competing with those who are gifted, not ordinary cultivators."

"Although alchemy is important, the most fundamental thing is your own cultivation. Otherwise, you will fall into trouble in the future."

"...""

The earnest instructions are still ringing in his ears. Yun Xingzu endured the frustration in his heart and cheered up again.

No matter what, the rest of the things need to be faced.

At this moment, he had to bite the bullet and go back first. Time is running out. He still has to rush to Zhongzhou. Things over there cannot be delayed.

Turning his head and taking a cold look at the Forgotten Swamp that seemed to be devouring people, he turned around and climbed up the mountain. Flying away in a boat.

………………

After a moment of trance, Ning Ping seemed to have stepped into another world.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he suddenly turned around and looked back.

But all the people who were just beside him had strangely disappeared.

Suspicious, Ning Ping's heart was in a mess, and he rushed back.

But after a long time, he found in vain that he seemed to be trapped in an unknown formation.

Calculating the time he had walked, he should have walked out of this swamp a long time ago.

But no matter how he walked, he was still in this forgotten swamp, and the strange dead trees still did not decrease, but became more dense.

At this time, he couldn't help but regret it. If he had known earlier, he would not have been so rash.

He stopped where he was and looked around, while forcing himself to calm down .

Looking at the dead silence in front of him, he began to think.

Forgotten Swamp, it seems that entering here is really like being forgotten, and it seems that he has lost his way.

Although the scenery around is different, it looks almost the same.

He deliberately walked back to the way he just walked, but after a long time, he found a place he had never walked before.

You must know that Ning Ping still has enough confidence in his memory. When refining the elixir, he can detect those slight changes.

Moreover, in this small environment, there is no doubt that he seems to be lost.

This is definitely a kind of illusion! Ning Ping thought so in his heart after simply stopping.

But this hand is too big, or it is an existence that he has never understood.

Thinking of this, Ning Ping no longer dared to move easily, thinking hard A way to escape.

He even read through the "Repair of the Legacy Formation" again, but still found nothing.

Now where he was, looking around, there were all those monotonous white dead trees, without wind, standing quietly as far as he could see.

Depression, dimness, and silence were the main themes here.

Just as Ning Ping was standing there thinking hard, he suddenly seemed to find something in the corner of his eye.

A tree was moving!

Ning Ping suddenly turned around and looked, but found nothing, as if everything was an illusion.

But he knew it was definitely not an illusion.

With a leap, Ning Ping came to the dead tree that he had just thought was problematic and looked at it carefully.

This dead tree was not big, about the thickness of a thigh, and the skin was all rotten and fell off, revealing the white trunk inside.

The trunk had long been dried and had some cracks, and when it was knocked, it made a series of hollow sounds.

Looking up, the branches were still the same, but they were unusually tough.

Even the flying sword couldn't cut it off, leaving only a few marks.

Those long-dried branches were like tentacles, almost wanting to hug people.

After looking at it for a long time, it felt like my soul was about to be trapped in it.

"Hmm!" No, those dead branches seemed to want to hug him, as if they had awakened and were hugging him at this moment.

Ning Ping was shocked and retreated quickly, but those tentacles rushed towards him like living things.

This scene seemed familiar. Wasn't it just like when he devoured other people's souls?

As expected, at this time, he also clearly sensed a strong fluctuation of the soul.

Ning Ping found that even if he retreated quickly, he still had an unavoidable weird feeling, and those dead branches entangled him.

As soon as those dead branches entangled him, they tried to penetrate into his soul. Ning Ping also clearly sensed the other party's weird intention.

However, unexpectedly, perhaps because he had the protection of the flesh furnace, those dead branches just scratched his body in vain, but could not shake his soul at all.

Maybe the action of the dead branches could not achieve success. Suddenly, those originally messy dead branches twisted in an instant, and new buds sprouted from the branches of the dead branches.

Looking closely, the ends of these new buds kept wriggling, more like tentacles.

As soon as the tentacles appeared, they drilled into Ning Ping's skin.

Seeing this, Ning Ping's heart, which had just calmed down, was shocked and angry. Could it be that he wanted to swallow me before he would stop?

Being cautious, Ning Ping performed the swallowing technique in his body.

Suddenly, a strange gray energy was pulled in and directly absorbed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hmph..."

Ning Ping's face suddenly turned pale and he groaned uncomfortably.

Just now, as this strange energy penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness, an extremely chaotic thought filled the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and his head almost exploded.

The power of the soul was also quickly consumed, like a dead tree decaying.

Chaos and dead silence, just like this forgotten swamp.