The Path to Becoming Immortal

But then, Ning Ping noticed something was wrong.

That is, the fat monk surnamed Yan did not consume much energy as time went by.

And his attainments in formations were also quite good, and he actually understood formations better and better.

Fortunately, he was controlling the formations himself, otherwise, the monk surnamed Yan might have broken out of the formations long ago.

It seemed that relying on the formations to defeat the opponent was probably wishful thinking.

He even had to worry about when the opponent would break out, so even if he escaped, it would be much more troublesome.

At this time, a terrifying lightning suddenly fell from the sky in the formation.

The monk surnamed Yan's eyes flickered and deduced, but he remained motionless, allowing the seemingly terrifying lightning to hit him.

"Haha..." The monk surnamed Yan laughed wildly, and looked around at the unrecognizable illusion with disdain on his face.

That expression seemed to know that Ning Ping was hiding somewhere.

"Ning Ping, you are indeed good and talented. If you continue like this, there will be no good results for you."

At this time, feeling that Ning Ping was at his wit's end, the monk surnamed Yan became more calm.

"If you remove the formation and follow me, I can forgive you. You have such a good talent, I can even recommend you to enter the Holy Land. If you are worried about safety, I can swear to guarantee your safety with my heart of Taoism. What do you think!"

Ning Ping heard that the other party's expression was extremely sincere. If he had not just killed a person from the Holy Land and had always been wary of the Holy Land, he might have believed the other party.

"It's a pity that Yu Tianxiao kept shouting that he wanted to kill me, otherwise I really wanted to go with you. I didn't expect that there were so many people in your Holy Land! Alas..."

Ning Ping's heart moved, and the changes in the formation also stopped, as if he was moved by the other party's words.

Since the other party has such a mind, it is also a good thing to know some of the situation of the Holy Land from him.

"Of course. My holy land is a place that all cultivators in the world yearn for. As for the grievances between you and Elder Yu Tianxiao, it is not a big deal with Elder Zijian mediating!"

The cultivator surnamed Yan saw that the attack of the formation stopped, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly, revealing a smile.

When he mentioned Elder Zijian, Ning Ping had roughly figured out some of the situations in the holy land during this period of time.

There are three types of elders in the holy land, Elder Zijian, Elder Jinjian, and Elder Yinjian.

It is rumored that there are only five Elder Zijian, and at present, only Bai Henong has been seen.

There are not many Elder Jinjian, and I heard that there are only dozens of Elder Jinjian. At present, I have only seen Yu Tianxiao as Elder Jinjian.

It is rumored that Elder Jinjian, like Elder Zijian, rarely goes out and walks around, and usually cultivates in the holy land.

Elder Yinjian, also known as the guardian elder, is also the most active outside.

The four people who were seen around Yu Tianxiao before were the Silver Sword Elders who were his guardians. This monk surnamed Yan was one of them.

Even the Silver Sword Elders, their cultivation had at least reached the Nascent Soul Stage and were all monks who had enjoyed the opportunities of the Holy Land.

These also formed the backbone of the Holy Land.

Other monks were called guardian disciples. Even these ordinary monks in the Holy Land had extraordinary talents.

In some sects, they could be regarded as core existences.

"Can Yu Tianxiao and I really put aside our past grudges?" Ning Ping's surprised voice came into the ears of the monk surnamed Yan from the formation.

"With your talent! Of course there is no problem! I can guarantee you this."

The monk surnamed Yan puffed out his chest and said it without hesitation.

After hearing this, Ning Ping was secretly shocked. For no other reason, the other party actually mentioned that with his talent, he could solve the life-and-death feud between him and Yu Tianxiao, and even with the Holy Land.

"What do you mean? Is it just because I have good talent? Is it related to the opportunity in the holy land?"

At this time, Ning Ping's heart moved and he took the initiative to ask.

"Haha, Ning Ping, you are not only talented, but also very smart!"

The monk surnamed Yan probably didn't expect that the other party would think of something else. He couldn't help but praise him and then confirmed it.

"That's right, with your talent, you must be qualified to get the opportunity of the holy land. Those who have obtained the opportunity of my holy land will be a family in the future. Since we are a family, there is no grudge. Don't you think so?"

After hearing this, Ning Ping was even more suspicious. Why does this sound like a cult?

As a result, he became more worried about Ji Wanning, so he continued to ask.

"How could this be? I hope you can help me solve this puzzle!"

"Haha, you will know this after you get the opportunity of my holy land. Don't worry! The opportunity of the holy land will only bring you endless benefits, and there is no harm at all."

At this time, the monk surnamed Yan seemed to have noticed Ning Ping's suspicion and said generously.

"Look at my cultivation. This law of fire is derived from the opportunity of the holy land. It has improved so much. You know, it's only a few hours! Otherwise, I don't know how many years I would have wasted if I practiced by myself! If I miss such an opportunity, it would be simply..."

After speaking, the monk surnamed Yan shook his head helplessly, as if he felt that there would be no such monk.

"How could it be so magical!" Ning Ping exclaimed.

"Hmph, what's so surprising about the path of cultivation? I can only say that I have little experience. Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to follow me or let me do it myself!"

The monk surnamed Yan has also become impatient.

"Then let me think about it!"

"Hmph... It seems that you are just trying to make fun of me."

The monk surnamed Yan's face showed a trace of anger, and he no longer had the heart to talk to Ning Ping.

As his whole body's Yuanli was urged, a piece of fire suddenly appeared out of thin air all around.

"Open it for me!" Then he shouted loudly, and the flames in the sky turned into rolling waves, spreading in all directions.

"Boom boom boom..."

Suddenly, thunders came from the entire formation, and the entire formation was actually shaken.

There was no way. The gap between the cultivation level and the opponent was too large. It was already precious that Ning Ping could persist until now under the current cultivation level.

At this time, Ning Ping did not intend to continue to consume the opponent. If he continued to consume like this, it would be hard to say who would consume whom.

He just flipped his hand and a fiery red pill appeared in his hand.

Then he focused his eyes and threw it directly into his mouth.

This was the Dragon Power Pill that he had just refined some time ago, a magical pill that could increase his strength in a short period of time.

As soon as the Dragon Power Pill entered his mouth, a huge breath surged into his whole body.