The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Sister Chuxun! Did you expect that I would come here?"

"I remember there seemed to be some missing curtains..."

"And Xiaoling, Xiaoding, those two girls..."

"It's so hard for you to hide this from me!"

"That guy Mr. Hu must know something. He is so evasive when it comes to Sister Chuxun..."

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At this time, Ning Ping forgot Wen Renjian's instructions and carelessly touched everything in the thatched cottage.

I also have an impression of the silver mirror. It was placed in the same position at the beginning, and several women often decorated themselves here.

Putting the silver mirror back to its original place, Ning Ping waved his sleeves, turned around, came to the table next to the waterside pavilion, and sat directly on the floor.

With a raise of his hand, a set of exquisite tea sets was placed.

Drinking tea and looking at the beautiful scenery, Ningping felt that he had not been so relaxed for a long time.

"Okay! Sister Chuxun, it's time for me to get to work. You can't let me come back empty-handed after coming here!"

The tea had faded, and Ning Ping stood up, waving his sleeves and the desk in front of him was suddenly empty.

"That's right! Sister Chuxun, please give me a hint on how I can successfully obtain the Xuanyue Sword Technique!"

But what was returned was still silence. Ning Ping shook his head with a wry smile and jumped out of the waterside pavilion without looking back.

"Hey, why are you so stressed?"

As soon as he escaped from the wooden fence, he felt an abnormal feeling and his whole body sank suddenly.

Then he realized that although there seemed to be no air restriction here, the pressure was very great, and there was always a huge force trying to pull him down.

But fortunately, being able to fly slightly in the air is much better than not being able to fly before.

After knowing what was going on, he stopped delaying, turned around, and flew away behind the thatched cottage.

Immediately, he directly unfolded his spiritual consciousness and swept forward, and suddenly found that his spiritual consciousness was also suppressed very severely.

In front of his eyes, there are endless mountains, and the aura of heaven and earth is so rich that it is as if he is in a vein of top-quality spiritual stones.

After flying for several hours, Ningping suddenly stopped at the top of a mountain, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Didn't Senior Wen once say that this place is a desolate ruins! There are evil spirits and living dead everywhere? How is this..."

With great doubts in his heart, Ning Ping fled forward.

After a while, an extremely majestic city came into view.

The tall walls of the city, the rows of buildings in the city, the people coming and going at the city gate, and the guards at the gate wearing dazzling armor, don't look like ruins at all.

"Illusion!" Ning Ping stared at the extremely real scene in front of him in stunned silence, and two words immediately came to mind.

But from beginning to end, I didn't notice any trace of the illusion. You must know that the law of illusion itself is definitely not weak.

Even if there are some traces of the illusion, it is impossible to escape his own eyes, but the current situation is a direct slap in the face to himself.

"Qinglan City!" Looking at the two words exuding endless coercion on the huge city gate, Ning Ping froze on the spot.

Could it be that this was the fairyland of the past!

Ning Ping reacted suddenly.

After hesitating for a long time, Ning Ping flew towards the city.

Even though they were still far apart, they noticed an aura of no-fly restrictions. After lowering their bodies, they kept looking at the people around them.

The clothes of these people are very exquisite, and the aura of each of them is extremely powerful.

When he was looking at others, his too simple clothes also attracted the attention of many people, but they all just glanced past.

Indifference, caring about things that don't concern themselves, this is Ning Ping's evaluation of the people in front of him.

But maybe it’s because it’s an illusion!

Ning Ping thought like this and soon followed the crowd to the city gate.

The city gate is a hundred feet wide and hundreds of feet high. There are two rows of guards standing on both sides, exuding a heart-stopping and terrifying aura.

I feel that as long as the other party raises his hand, he is not able to compete with him.

In response, Ning Ping became more restrained.

"Where's your ID token?"

Just when Ning Ping wanted to follow others through the huge city gate, a guard covered in radiant armor appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the other party was holding the sword at his waist with one hand and staring at him indifferently.

It felt like a high-altitude god looking at an inconspicuous ant.

Of course, I am that poor ant at this moment.

"answer……"

Following the urging of an ethereal voice, when the sound reached his ears, it was like a thunder, causing Ning Ping to come back to his senses instantly.

"Ah! Token? I...I don't have one!" Ning Ping was momentarily panicked by this accident. He didn't know how to address the other person, and his face became ugly.

Even if you feel that this place is supposed to be an illusion, you have no doubt that if you offend the other party, you will never get any favors, and the other party will never have any mercy on you.

"Come here!" The light-armored guard glanced over, then said two words lightly, turned around and walked somewhere.

The words of the light-armored monk seemed to have some kind of magic power. Unknowingly, Ning Ping followed him to the side of the passage.

There was a depression in the stone wall of the passage here. The two guards who were originally standing here glanced at Ningping with indifferent expressions, and then withdrew their gazes without caring.

"Put your hands up! Say your name silently in your heart!"

The guard turned slightly sideways and gestured.

Ning Ping took two steps forward and saw a one-foot-wide hole on the stone wall, from which a faint formation wave was emanating.

Ning Ping's heart moved, and he gently placed his palm on it, and a trace of spiritual consciousness spread out, and he even wanted to take the opportunity to explore the formation.

But as the spiritual consciousness spread, a breath suddenly penetrated into Ning Ping's body from the hole, and quickly circled around.

Even Ning Ping didn't have time to realize what the breath was, and the breath quickly shrank back.

Then, there was a slight flash in the hole, and a token suddenly condensed out.

"Take it, this is the token representing your identity, don't lose it! Go in!"

At this time, the guard's eyes looking at Ning Ping finally eased a little, and the whole person suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Powerful!

This was Ning Ping's only feeling.

During the whole process, Ning Ping did not notice any fluctuations in the space at all. There was no trace of how the guard appeared and disappeared just now.

Following the crowd, Ning Ping finally walked into the city.

Ning Ping held the white jade token in his hand, and scanned it with his spiritual sense. The information stored in it was very simple, Qinglan City Ning Ping.

Seeing that there was nothing else strange, Ning Ping put the token in his arms and then began to observe.

Looking up, the whole street was very wide, spotless, and bustling with people coming and going.

All the buildings he saw were built very beautifully, and the materials used were also unprecedented for Ning Ping.