The Path to Becoming Immortal

At this time, Ning Ping inexplicably thought of someone in his mind, Qingqing.

Thinking of this, his heart was even more sad.

Qingqing's experience was very similar to that of the old woman, but Qingqing had already died.

If Qingqing was still alive, she would surely be extremely eager to take this Yifei Pill!

When he looked at the old woman again, his heart was even more painful.

"Hey, have you thought of how to get out?" After a long silence, Ning Ping suddenly remembered something more important.

"Hmph~" Who would have thought that the woman in white snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention, and even felt a murderous intent in her eyes.

Ning Ping's heart was inexplicably tense.

"Hey, don't mess around." He said, taking a few steps back and came to the side of the old woman.

Seeing this, the woman in white showed a sneer on her face, and then stood up and went to the small building.

Seeing her actions, Ning Ping's heart moved and thought of the alchemy room on the side of the small building, as well as those books, and the yellowed ancient book, and his face was immediately tangled.

After thinking about it, he followed him with determination.

There was no forbidden formation in the small building, and the woman in white walked straight in.

"Hey, what's your name? I can't keep calling you hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Ning Ping."

When he arrived at the door, Ning Ping carefully tried to greet the woman in white, looking at him from time to time.

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you."

The woman in white had a strange look on her pretty face, but then she became angry and said coldly.

"I said, I don't seem to have offended you. Besides, I was almost killed by you before."

Ning Ping felt extremely wronged. I just reported my name, and I provoked you again?

"You..., shut up, or I will kill you now."

Hearing the mention of the past, the woman in white suddenly blushed on her ivory-like delicate face, with a look of shame and anxiety, and a trace of panic in her eyes.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, okay." Ning Ping immediately shook his hands and kept silent.

His heart moved, and then his face showed a strange look, thinking, could it be that she also saw the scene between him and her.

Seeing that the other party walked quickly to the alchemy room beside him, Ning Ping followed him immediately. Anyway, according to what she said just now, at least she would not kill him now.

But then Ning Ping was disappointed. He scanned the books inside with his spiritual sense, and found that they were not what he thought at all. They were all some ordinary poems, songs, travel notes and essays.

Without finding anything, the woman in white went out with a stern face.

Ning Ping looked for a while and found nothing, so he could only sigh secretly: I am lucky if I get it, and I will die if I lose it!

When he came outside, he saw the woman looking at the stone well non-stop.

Thinking that his Tianyan Ding was still inside, Ning Ping walked over helplessly, wanting to see what was going on.

As soon as he came to the stone well, a breath of death was detected.

Looking down, there was a calm water surface several feet deep, but the spiritual sense found that it was full of extremely strong death.

A monstrous death intention came over, and Ning Ping was so scared that he quickly cut off his spiritual sense to avoid getting into trouble.

Frightened, Ning Ping quickly retracted his spiritual sense, but did not see the figure of Tianyan Ding at all, but he could still sense that it was still at the bottom of the well.

It really deserves to be called the place of death. It seems that the death energy of the entire formation is connected to this place.

I don’t know how long it will take for Tianyan Ding to come out.

"What is the name of your magic weapon?" At this time, the woman in white suddenly said the first sentence since they met again.

Ning Ping was slightly stunned, and at a glance, he found that the other party was looking at the bottom of the well seriously, not looking at him at all.

"Well, it's just a stone tripod, nothing special except that it is sturdy." Ning Ping responded casually. Tianyan Ding involves too many secrets, of course, it is not easy to say more.

"Heh~" The woman in white glanced at Ning Ping with a sneer on her face, as if she saw through what Ning Ping was thinking.

He continued, "Don't worry, I don't want to kill people and steal treasures."

"Hehe~" Ning Ping was slightly embarrassed, and he covered up the matter with a laugh.

At this moment, there was a sudden wave in the well, and then a shadow flew straight to Ning Ping, then sank into his body and disappeared.

Ning Ping was delighted, it was the return of the Tianyan Ding, and at this moment, the Tianyan Ding in the sea of ​​consciousness was bronze.

But there was no other abnormality.

"Hehe~" Ning Ping smiled embarrassedly, and walked towards the direction where the old woman was lying.

This move, without a doubt, was ridiculed by the woman in white.

"Hey, this is the center of the formation, did you get anything good?" Suddenly a familiar voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was Old Hu, but his voice still revealed a deep sense of fatigue.

"You recovered?" Ning Ping said in surprise, and his words also showed deep concern.

To be honest, I was still very moved by Old Hu's previous act of escaping danger at the expense of his origin.

"I have recovered a little, but I don't know how long it will take to recover to my previous state. Alas~"

Old Hu sighed deeply, but then continued to ask: "Tell me quickly, is there anything good here?"

Ning Ping was speechless for a while. He didn't expect that this guy would not care about anything after waking up, just thinking about whether he got any good things.

Needless to say, he already knew the surrounding environment here through his spiritual sense.

"No! Nothing." Ning Ping said with regret at this moment.

"What a pity. I remember that this place was once a place where a very powerful alchemist lived in seclusion. If you can inherit his legacy, you will be blessed."

Ning Ping only felt deep regret for this.

"But it's not bad. You actually condensed a lot of killing intent." At this time, Hu Lao seemed to remember something.

"Killing intent? Are you talking about the black ink ball in the Tianyan Ding?..." Ning Ping instantly thought of the ink ball.

As he said, he simply explained the origin of this thing.

"What ink ball? This is not something that can be easily obtained. You can derive some, which should be the specialness of this place."

"Otherwise, no matter how long you kill, you can't get it. For some cultivators, this is something they dream of."

Hu Lao seemed to think that Ning Ping didn't care, and his tone became high.

"Then what's the use of this killing intent?" Seeing that he said it was so precious, Ning Ping became curious.

"You are at a low level now, and it's useless to tell you. It will be useful in the future."

It seemed that he was unhappy with Ning Ping's contempt just now, and he also kept it a secret.

"Hey, why is your soul power so low? No, there is something else in your soul, fire essence!"

"Hey, don't mention it. When you were sleeping, I almost died. It was in an underground lava lake..."

So Ning Ping described the scene of fusing fire essence in detail. Even now, he still felt palpitations when he recalled it.

"Haha, you are really lucky. This is very useful for your alchemy."

At this moment, Ning Ping recalled the scene of Yan Xinghe making alchemy, and his heart was warmed.