The Path to Becoming Immortal

In recent years, among the most sensational events, the Xuanyue Sword Sect, as an old-fashioned sect, Ning Ping's becoming the elder of the Hidden Sword Peak is definitely one of them.

However, as the main person involved, Ning Ping rarely shows up. In addition, the continued fermentation of the Heaven-Covering Pill, the opening of the Qinglan Secret Realm, and the related opportunities in the Holy Land quickly overwhelmed the fact that Ning Ping became the elder of the Hidden Sword Peak.

As for whether he became famous or not, Ning Ping certainly didn't care at all. At this moment, he didn't even look at the other person.

"What is there to introduce? Don't you know? You keep staring at my Xuanyue Sword Sect all day long. Aren't you tired!"

After Xu Hongbao finished speaking, Ning Ping's voice transmission actually sounded directly in his mind.

"Be careful of this person, this person is Qiu Yangyu, he has already reached the stage of transformation, and his strength of the rain of flowers in the sky is really not weak!"

"Well! I know!" Ning Ping was still quite surprised at Xu Hongbao's initiative to transmit the voice at this moment.

"Of course I have to pay attention to it! For example, as a friend, whether you can break through the Spiritual Transformation Stage, I am also very concerned about it!"

As Qiu Yangyu said this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. It seems that he was very unhappy about being repeatedly counterattacked by the other party, but after he finished speaking, his face was full of joy.

Hearing the other party mocking him for not having broken through the Spiritual Transformation Stage, Xu Hongbao's eyes also turned cold.

"Hmph! You don't have to worry about my breakthrough!" After saying this, he turned his head and ignored the other party.

"You have to be careful when you enter the secret realm later. Although there are not many people in my Xuanyue Sword Sect, they are very united. The provocation of my disciple to you before was just a small matter, so don't take it to heart!"

Just as Ning Ping was sensing the increasingly weak gale in front of him, Xu Hongbao's voice transmission came again.

"Don't worry, it's just a small matter, it's already passed! Brother Xu, don't worry about it."

Hearing Ning Ping's words, Xu Hongbao nodded slightly.

At this time, Ning Ping's heart moved slightly. The originally chaotic strong wind in front of him seemed to be tamed at this moment, blowing towards this side.

The original turbulent wind also weakened again, and the impact on the spiritual consciousness also dropped sharply.

"The secret realm has begun!" At this time, Ning Ping was not the only one who noticed the abnormality.

With a loud shout, the entire huge crowd began to rush forward.

In the distance, some items were also thrown out along the wind. There is no doubt that these are the things brought out of the secret realm by the strong wind, but it is hard to say whether they are natural treasures.

"The blessing is starting! Everyone, go!"

Seeing that there are constantly objects being thrown out, the hesitant steps of the crowd were instantly ignited.

"It's a magic weapon!" Accompanied by exclamations in the distance, a fight also kicked off.

"Okay, everyone, we are going too!" At this time, Xu Hongbao, the oldest person present, also raised his arms and called, and all the people of Xuanyue Sword School also started to move.

One by one, they turned into streaks of light and flew towards the Qinglan Secret Realm.

"Elder Shi, I wish you all the best on this trip. I hope to see you in the Holy Land in the future!" Just as Ning Ping was about to leave, a voice suddenly came to his ear.

Turning his head, he saw Yu Tianxiao in the distance smiling at him calmly.

Ning Ping also nodded to him secretly.

"You guys pay more attention to safety!" Ning Ping turned his head and told Qi Yan and the others, and then he moved and flew to the wasteland ahead.

"Yes, Elder Shi, you should be careful too!" Qi Yan and the others had just spoken, but Ning Ping's figure was already a hundred feet away.

As soon as he entered the range of the Qinglan Wasteland, his body felt heavy, and then he felt a pressure in his soul.

The space here is also unusually strange. It is stable, but the breath of the space law is very chaotic, giving people an extremely contradictory feeling.

After trying secretly, he couldn't perform space shift at all. There was no doubt that the space crack couldn't be opened.

Moreover, the higher he flew, the more tired his soul felt under the strange strong wind, and the more energy he consumed.

In this way, everyone kept a distance of several feet from the ground and flew forward.

At this time, the whole wasteland was full of black people, but some people with low cultivation stopped as they went deeper.

As objects were thrown down from the air, there were also waves of crazy grabbing.

Various natural treasures continued to emerge, and the fighting between the cultivators became more and more unscrupulous, with various magic flying all over the sky.

At this time, who cares what sect you are from, the good things should be grabbed first, and the powerful people who were standing and watching behind him had no intention of stopping it at all.

In the divine consciousness, most of the flying objects were useless, but there were also some natural treasures with rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Ning Ping also noticed the things flying in his direction, most of which were worthless.

At this time, the gap gradually became apparent. After going a few miles deeper, only the cultivators above the Jindan stage were left.

Under his feet was the cracked ground, which had become a gully a hundred feet deep.

The drowsy feeling in his soul began to show.

Ning Ping's consciousness also spread out in all directions, but he found that the same consciousness was suppressed very strongly, and the detection range was only about ten miles.

At this time, he found that behind him, many people in the holy land were following him in the distance, but they looked calm and had no intention of fighting for the flying objects.

Among the people from Taiqing Sect in front of them, several of them occasionally sent their spiritual senses to Xuanyue Sword Sect, and Ning Ping's powerful spiritual sense immediately sensed it.

At this moment, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and looked into the distance. A piece of ore emitting blue light flew towards the crowd behind him.

"Treasure! This is mine!" At this moment, only someone in the crowd could be heard shouting.

But then, several sharp blades were encountered, which also attracted a burst of exclamations.

All the nearby cultivators took action and immediately became a mess.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

After screaming, cultivators continued to fall into the ravine.

"All donors, you must not start killing recklessly. Peace is the most precious thing! There will be treasures in a while!"

"Who do you think you are! Get out of here!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came to Ning Ping's ears, and his face suddenly became strange.

Turning his head, it was the monk Wusheng, who else could it be.

I really didn't expect that the other party would come to join in the fun. Of course, it was not convenient for Ning Ping to greet him at this moment.

Moreover, thinking of the other party's nosy spirit, Ning Ping really didn't want to provoke him.

Now they have entered the range of ten miles deep into the secret realm. At this moment, a group of Jindan cultivators have also stopped one after another. It seems that this is the limit they can reach.