The Path to Becoming Immortal

Fan Fenghua was extremely confused at this moment, and stepped onto the suspension bridge following Ning Ping in front.

"Boy, no one will come to save you now! Haha, let's see how you escape!"

But it's very weird here. The other person is right in front of you, but you can't catch up until the other person disappears in the mist ahead.

"Hey, Illusion Formation..." As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Fan Fenghua certainly had extraordinary experience and immediately noticed something unusual.

Immediately, he used his magic weapon, slashed and killed everyone he saw along the way, and moved forward quickly.

Even if he has the illusion of a new choice, he can break free after already understanding it.

But as soon as the familiar suspension bridge appeared in front of him, the boy he hated so much appeared in front of him - Ning Ping.

Humph, even if you are an illusion, I still want to kill you.

"Little thief, let's see where you run this time! Jie Jie..." Fan Fenghua laughed evilly.

With Yuan Li in one palm, he stepped forward and struck hard.

At this time, Ning Ping, who was in front of him, didn't even look back. A long black knife appeared in his hand, and he raised it with a sudden sound.

Fan Fenghua's consciousness moved slightly, and he found waves of familiar fluctuations coming from the long knife, and he was immediately furious.

It makes no sense. This must be the black gold blood-drinking knife that made him famous. He doesn't know why it has changed beyond recognition.

From this, I was secretly happy in my heart. Isn't this an illusion? It seemed like he didn't dare to look back.

"Boom..." I saw the palms of the swords intersecting, making a loud noise, and Ning Ping in front rushed forward without looking back.

Fan Fenghua followed closely behind, but this time, the opponent could no longer escape the lock.

"Father, we must kill him!" At this moment, a very familiar voice came from behind Fan Fenghua.

It was his son Fan Gaocai.

Fan Fenghua felt bitterness in his heart. Good son, let’s see how his father killed this man alive.

This is also an excellent opportunity. If it were anywhere else, I would really have to worry about it.

Thinking of this, Fan Fenghua didn't want to use the magic weapon at all. He flicked out his palm, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in front of him, and he grabbed the opponent with one hand.

Unable to avoid it, the other party became obviously panicked.

Even unwilling to do so, he turned around and rushed over with a look of grief and anger.

"Haha, you have no way to survive now, God has eyes!" Fan Fenghua was overjoyed at this.

As long as the opponent turns around, no matter whether he kills him or not, it will be difficult for him to escape from the Immortal Mortal Bridge.

The magic weapon in his hand was also waved out.

But at this moment, I saw that Ning Ping's body shape suddenly accelerated due to the surge of energy in his body, turning into an invisible shadow that was difficult to detect by me, and passed me by in an instant.

"Even if I die, I will kill your son again!" Ning Ping's voice came from behind him.

Fan Fenghua was furious in his heart. What's so scary about a mere illusion? If you break free once, you can break free a second time. Could it be that I, the mighty Nascent Soul, can still fall into it?

Immediately, he turned around and raised the magic weapon in his hand, about to chop it down, but he was stunned on the spot.

I saw that there were people standing behind me, densely packed, and everyone knew them.

The only difference is whether they are familiar with it or not, and there are even monsters that they have seen and killed.

All the creatures that had anything to do with him were in front of him, but all of them didn't know what he was talking about and stared at him meaningfully.

"Oops...what a powerful illusion!!!" Fan Fenghua was shocked and filled with boundless regret.

It suddenly became clear that what Ning Ping had just appeared was actually just an illusion. The so-called fight and all this were just an attempt to lure him back.

At this time, Ning Ping raised the strange black long knife in his hand, and under his gaze, slashed hard at the Xianfan Bridge under his feet.

"Crack..." In an instant, the entire Xianfan Bridge broke into two parts, and everyone on the bridge, including Fan Fenghua, fell downwards.

"don't want……"

Fan Fenghua exclaimed in horror, being dragged towards the abyss below with endless regret.

There is no doubt that there are air restrictions here.

While screaming, Fan Fenghua tried to stabilize his body, but everything was in vain. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the abyss below and was never seen again.

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"Huh..." Ning Ping breathed a deep sigh of relief as he stepped onto the other side of the suspension bridge.

"How are you? Are you okay?" At this time, a person in front came forward with a concerned look on his face, it was Yun Lingrui.

Ning Ping was slightly startled, but stopped cautiously, staring intently at the person in front of him.

"Haha, good boy, yes, quite cautious!" Yun Lingrui moved his fingers slightly, and a strong wind slid across the back of Ning Ping's hand, pulling out a blood stain.

The two stood like this. After a while, Ning Ping looked at the back of his hands and saw no change, and then he believed that he had indeed passed the Xianfan Bridge.

"The Xianfan Bridge is so powerful, I thought it was still an illusion." Ning Ping looked back with lingering fear.

I saw the Xianfan Bridge swaying slightly, still extremely ordinary, but after a long time, no one came out from behind.

"Haha, this is a bit reluctant for a low-level monk. It's already good that you can pass it so quickly."

Yun Lingrui looked overjoyed. Looking at the boy in front of him now, he couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Ning Ping nodded thoughtfully. After the Nascent Soul stage, the perception of various aspects is different. If they pass it, it should be much easier.

Then he woke up in his heart. There is no doubt that whether it is the Immortal Seeking Ladder or the Immortal Bridge.

It must be a means for Yuntian Mansion to select disciples, and they must meet certain requirements.

However, thinking about the difficulty of the Immortal Seeking Ladder and the defense of the Immortal Bridge, the standard of Yuntian Mansion for selecting disciples is too high.

"Let's go! Let's take a look in front!"

Ning Ping also retracted his thoughts after hearing this, and walked forward with Yun Lingrui.

There was another high step in the distance ahead, and above it was like a square, and there were faint voices coming.

Not far from the steps, a stone foundation slightly higher than the ground in front of him attracted Ning Ping's attention.

"What's the matter, did you find something here?" At this time, Yun Lingrui noticed Ning Ping's slight abnormality and smiled.

"Well, there is something strange here, as if something had been placed on it." Ning Ping saw the traces still faintly on the stone foundation and changed his mind.

"Haha, yes, you have been in that place before!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Ning Ping looked at Yun Lingrui in confusion.

"The Transmission Hall of Taixuan Sect?" Suddenly, a place appeared in his mind.

"Haha, you are really quick-witted. Yes, this is where the Transmission Hall was originally located."

Yun Lingrui laughed with satisfaction, then pointed to the stone foundation and continued.

"But it was not called the Transmission Hall before..."