The Path to Becoming Immortal

Xiong Pengjing, his master and his apprentice stood there in shock, staring at the exposed eyes in a daze, and looking behind the monster in horror.

Out of curiosity, Ning Ping also came behind the few people, and at a glance, the monster also came into view.

The monster was squatting on the ground, with white hair all over its body, except for a circle of gray-black hair around its neck.

The whole body was covered with blood that had solidified into black, and some places still had some remnants of flesh and blood hanging on it.

The hairless face was bloodless and pale, like a dead person.

The head stretched forward, with a human face, but no nose; there were four limbs, but the five fingers were all claws; there were ears, but they were triangular and grew back against the head.

The slightly opened huge mouth, which was split all the way to the roots of the ears, was full of sharp teeth, and at this moment, there was also a broken hand in it.

Ning Ping was horrified when he saw it. How could such an image be called a divine beast...

It's more like calling it a white-haired zombie. This is how Ning Ping defines this monster.

Seeing the severed hand in its mouth, and then seeing the back of the monster, he was even more frightened.

Behind the monster, there were densely packed corpses. The entire large corner was piled up with corpses in all directions, forming a human body Jingguan.

There were many familiar clothes among them, but at this moment, their original appearance could no longer be distinguished. They had been smashed into a bloody mess.

The whole pile of corpses, 100,000, or 200,000... It was so scary to see.

A horrifying thought also rose in his mind.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Xianfan Bridge that he couldn't see at all, and then stared at the black mark on the ground.

Now that he was much closer, he could see it faintly.

Then he realized that this was not black at all.

It was obviously all blood and flesh dyed red, and the dark after condensation, plus the dark here, so it looked like black.

Where did this blood and flesh come from? So many people entered the Xianfan Bridge, but how many appeared in the square? Where did they go?

It seems that this is the answer! Those who disappeared fell from above and died here, and were smashed into a mass of blurred flesh and blood.

Or it can be said that they became the food of the monster in front of them.

Needless to say, this should be the lair of this monster, and these corpses must have been collected by the monster in front of them and piled up here.

During the observation, a blue-gray face also came into view. Fan Fenghua was among them.

Ning Ping didn't know why he would die here. When people die, the lights go out, and finally there is one less powerful enemy.

He was also very confused in his heart. Logically, it is very easy for a Yuanying cultivator to pass through the Xianfan Bridge.

"Ah..." At this time, the cultivator surnamed Huang exclaimed in shock, but then he covered his mouth tightly with one hand.

"Heh... Heh..." The white-haired zombie made a sound like claws scraping iron, tilted his head slightly and looked at the monk surnamed Huang who had just made the sound.

And the two thin and empty nostrils twitched, sniffing the smell of several people.

Suddenly, the white-haired zombie looked at the cliff behind the few people with doubt, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

For this reason, Ning Ping was secretly shocked. It seemed that the other party had noticed him. He didn't expect that the white-haired zombie had such a keen sense of smell.

You should know that I have tried my best to restrain my breath. It is no exaggeration to say that it is not easy for even a monk in the God Transformation Stage to easily discover me.

"Master, what should we do? Otherwise, let's go out first!" The monk surnamed Tang on the side also trembled at this time and whispered.

"It's too late, get ready to fight, don't be afraid of the master!" Xiong Pengjing showed a trace of struggle in his eyes, but it was replaced by madness in the end.

"Crack... Crack..." At this time, the white-haired zombie's mouth slightly closed, and a broken hand in its mouth was instantly bitten off and swallowed into its stomach in the blink of an eye.

"Ah..."

Just when Ning Ping was planning to retreat for safety, suddenly, the monk surnamed Huang couldn't stand this horrible scene and ran out directly.

"Hu..." The white-haired zombie was stimulated and looked at the fleeing monk surnamed Huang fiercely, and then disappeared on the spot.

Next, he didn't see how he made any moves, and instantly appeared in front of the monk surnamed Huang.

Only then did Ning Ping realize that this white-haired zombie was actually two feet tall and looked extremely strong.

"Ah..." The monk surnamed Huang was too unlucky, and he directly bumped into the white-haired zombie and screamed.

The white-haired zombie was unmoved, and grabbed the monk surnamed Huang's shoulders with both claws.

"Crack..." Just a slight pinch, the shoulders were broken, and the monk surnamed Huang's arms also drooped down.

"Ah... Master, save me..." A scream came out of the monk surnamed Huang, echoing in the canyon, and he completely forgot the idea of ​​fighting back.

At this time, the white-haired zombie narrowed his eyes, lifted up the monk surnamed Huang who was twisting violently and in vain, and sent him to the huge mouth.

In horror, Ning Ping stepped back repeatedly, and retreated directly to the huge black line under the Immortal Bridge.

"Master... Master..." The monk surnamed Huang was completely in fear at this moment, and kept struggling.

"Crack... Crack..." The white-haired zombie opened its huge mouth and directly stuffed the monk surnamed Huang's head into its mouth.

The jagged teeth closed lightly, and the whole head shattered like a fruit, and the call for help from the monk surnamed Huang also stopped abruptly.

After eating the head, the white-haired zombie's huge mouth full of blood rubbed slightly, stabbed a few times, and then threw it away casually.

The body of the monk surnamed Huang turned into an arc and became one of the corpses.

"Don't stand there, do it..." At this time, Xiong Pengjing also realized the seriousness of the matter and grabbed the claw-shaped magic weapon in his hand.

I saw Xiong Pengjing's figure flashed and rushed to the white-haired zombie.

The white-haired zombie's eyes flashed, and he raised his claws and swept out, but Xiong Pengjing was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage after all. He twisted his body slightly in the air and let go of the white giant claws.

Then, the magic weapon in his hand raised a claw and hit the waist of the white-haired zombie fiercely.

"Puff..." But disappointingly, the monster did not move at all after the claw hit.

The white hair on the white-haired zombie directly blocked the attack, and the claw magic weapon didn't even break the opponent's hair.

"Why are you still standing there, waiting to die!" The attack was ineffective, Xiong Pengjing tapped the monster with his toes and dodged to the side.

The claws in his hand also shuffled and retracted, and when he raised his hand, a sharp sword appeared in his hand again.