The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Don't think that I don't know about some of the dirty things in your Holy Land! Some sects don't want to get too involved with your Holy Land, but their end is not that good!"

Staring at the monk's unmoved expression, Ning Ping continued.

"I heard that some talented comrades did not want the opportunity of your Holy Land. They rejected your so-called kindness, but they ended up in a state of ruin. Even the sect behind them was not spared."

Of course, what Ning Ping said was not without purpose. It was obtained through his own investigation and Gu Qingzhi's mouth.

"Haha! That's because those low-class people don't know what's good and what's good. The opportunity in our Holy Land is so sacred that they dare to refuse it! It will be difficult for such people to achieve anything in the future. It would be a shame to die!"

After hearing Ning Ping's words, the monk was surprised and laughed enthusiastically.

"Oh! Then why is it so difficult for others to make a difference? Do they still have to get the opportunity of your holy land?"

"Hmph!" When it came to the Holy Land, the monk suddenly seemed to have forgotten Ning Ping's pressure, and his face became disdainful.

"Then have you ever heard of any monks from other places who have ascended? In the past hundreds of thousands of years, only in our Holy Land has Elder Zi Jian ascended to the Immortal Realm. If he cannot ascend to the Immortal Realm, how can he do anything?"

"Haha, you seem to be far away from your ascension. Isn't it too early to think about your ascension now?"

Ning Pingping sneered.

"We monks seek immortality, but if we can't see it, how can we ask for it?"

"If you want immortality, you should ask for it yourself! Why do you need charity from others?" Ning Ping said with a faint smile.

"It seems that you are determined to go against my Holy Land! I advise you to wake up in time, let me go as soon as possible, and go back to the Holy Land with me to ask for forgiveness, so as not to make a mistake."

At this moment, the monk's eyes had lost the awe of Ning Ping, and he even threatened him outright.

"Haha! Just kill you. It's not like I haven't killed anyone from the Holy Land before."

Ning Ping chuckled and said indifferently.

"Hmph, you have only killed some ordinary disciples! If you dare to kill me, try it. If you kill me and let you escape to the ends of the earth, the people of my Holy Land will definitely bring you to justice."

"Oh? Unfortunately, I killed two people who seemed to be elders of Yinjian some time ago. One seemed to be named Yan, and what was the other's name?"

As Ning Ping spoke, he stared at the other person with a half-smile, but he was secretly frightened in his heart.

From what the other party said, as long as he killed someone at the elder level of the other party, there seemed to be some way to find him.

No wonder someone came so quickly after killing those two people from the Holy Land that day.

"What? Were you the ones who killed Elder Yan and Elder Luo?" This time, the monk's expression finally changed, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"What? Can't you kill me? Aren't I fine now?" Ning Ping opened his hands calmly, as if he wanted the other party to see clearly.

His eyes were fixed on the changes in the other person's expression.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

The monk's expression kept changing, and finally he turned grim. The entire Nascent Soul instantly experienced chaotic fluctuations. As the power of the Soul surged, the Nascent Soul also began to expand.

"Hmph! You want to self-destruct in front of me!" Ning Ping's spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and in an instant, the power of the soul swarmed out, directly piercing the opponent's Nascent Soul.

At this time, the opponent's Yuanying, which was still expanding, seemed to be punctured in an instant, and the chaotic aura also dissipated.

"You..." The monk's face turned pale for an instant, and he couldn't even think of self-destructing at this moment.

"Boy, my Holy Land will not let you go. You are dead. Anyone who opposes my Holy Land will not die well!"

Ning Ping sighed inwardly, it seemed that he couldn't ask anything else.

Then, with a calm expression, he flicked his finger, and a ray of purple light shot directly into the opponent's Nascent Soul.

"Zizzi..." There was a slight sizzling sound, and the Nascent Soul instantly froze.

Zi Lei's power was controlled just enough to make the opponent completely lose his ability to resist.

Ning Ping's eyes lit up, and then he stretched out his hand and pressed directly on the head of the Nascent Soul, performing Soul Search.

Countless messy pictures flashed through one by one, but no useful information could be assembled at all.

Even many things involving the Holy Land seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog.

This feeling is just like Basano, the demon clan, told me about the fairy world before, but couldn't express it.

Then, there was a picture inside that also attracted Ning Ping's attention.

It was a scene in which there were many white-robed monks sitting cross-legged around a group of dharma in the center.

Some monks were sitting in the formation in the center, and then a pillar of light rose from the formation and pierced the nine heavens.

Immediately after that beam of light, there seemed to be a reaction from the Nine Heavens, and a ray of light fell from the Nine Heavens.

Immediately, the light group dispersed and sank directly into the heads of the monks sitting cross-legged in the formation below.

At this moment, an extremely obscure light group suddenly appeared strangely deep in the monk's soul.

As Ning Ping paid attention, the light ball became brighter and brighter, and then it directly entangled itself in Ning's consciousness.

This light group exudes an extremely peaceful aura, giving people a non-threatening feeling, which is exactly the same as the light group in the soul-searching scene just now.

If he hadn't been searching for souls now, it would have been extremely difficult to detect this anomaly.

Even if he didn't feel alert, he certainly wouldn't let this weird thing succeed.

"Hmph!" Ning Ping snorted coldly and retracted his palm. Of course, he would not use the Soul Devouring Technique at this time.

A purple light suddenly lit up in Wei Li's palm.

Instantly, a destructive purple thunder raged in the Nascent Soul.

The entire Nascent Soul was strangled and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"Oops!"

But then, when the Nascent Soul was wiped out by himself, Ning Ping was shocked.

Suddenly he found that the strange ball of light that he had just dispersed was directly condensed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

And as soon as the strange ball of light condensed, it suddenly merged into the Yuanshen.

Ning Ping was shocked and sat cross-legged in the Tianyan space, mobilized the power of the Yuanshen in his body, and began to search carefully in the entire Yuanshen.

After a long time, Ning Ping opened his eyes with a solemn face.

At this time, Yaoyao flapped his wings and landed on Ning Ping's shoulder, tilting his head and staring at Ning Ping closely.

"I'm fine! Don't worry, you go play first, I still need to study."

Sensing the worried message from the other party's consciousness, Ning Ping smiled and comforted him.

Yaoyao nodded his little head and flew away directly, but his eyes were still fixed on Ning Ping.

Ning Ping felt helpless in his heart, looked at the body of the monk under his feet, and kicked it directly.

The corpse suddenly flew towards Agui who was also staring at him at the moment.

"Get rid of it!" Then he gave a cold order, and then flashed into a secret room and continued to close his eyes.