The Path to Becoming Immortal

Only the derivation of the pills left now, the derivation of the Li'e Pill was left, and the others had been refined.

Of course, the Changtian Pill and Nirvana Pill, because there was no spiritual medicine, could not be refined at all, otherwise they would definitely be a trump card to save his life.

After dealing with these, Ning Ping finally looked at the split soul that was fusing with the killing intention.

The condensation of the clone, this is the top priority at the moment.

Needless to say, the benefits of the clone, whether it is for future realm breakthroughs, the stability of the heart of Tao, or for one's own safety.

That is an extremely important trump card for himself.

After looking around, Ning Ping's main body came directly to the split soul of the killing intention, and the relevant formations and the huge soul source incense were also placed beside him.

After making all preparations, he took a deep breath and sat down behind the split soul.

As he sat down, a strong power of the original spirit surged out and poured into the split soul, ready to start the fusion with all his strength.

With a thought, the soul rushed into the dark mass of killing intent.

As Ning Ping was wrapped in the killing intent, he felt an extremely bloodthirsty killing intent surged into his heart.

At this moment, a crazy killing intent was growing wildly in his mind, and he felt that everyone in the world was a person who could be killed.

Ning Ping's main body suddenly opened his eyes, and his face turned pale in an instant as he tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

His eyes also turned blood red, and he even grinned involuntarily, which was also a manifestation of being out of control.

Ning Ping was shocked, and quickly pursed his lips, and his eyes slowly closed again.

Kill!

Kill!

But the killing intent in his soul seemed to be growing endlessly.

Ning Ping knew that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he would fall into killing and never wake up.

So with a thought, the fire spirit and purple thunder in the Yuanshen were startled and began to fight against the killing intent.

But in less than an hour, both the fire spirit and the purple thunder were defeated and assimilated by the killing intent.

At this time, Ning Ping thought of the killing spell, but it was unmoved no matter how he urged it.

It was as if it didn't exist at all, and he was helpless about it.

Just when Ning Ping wanted to give up temporarily, the thunder pattern in the Yuanshen suddenly lit up.

It turned out that under the disorderly and crazy growth of the killing intent, it also eroded the thunder pattern.

As if it was provoked, the thunder pattern flashed violently, and a thunder that seemed to come from the ancient times flashed directly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boom..."

The invisible roar shook the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and the killing intent also retreated under this endless power.

Even if the killing intent retreated from the occupied soul area, it had already left its own traces.

Refining and fusion finally made significant progress.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes suddenly opened, his hands danced continuously, and one soul seal technique after another was cast towards the killing intent.

In just a few breaths, the entire killing intent was wrapped in countless techniques.

This is also the most convenient place to have a split soul to cultivate a clone.

If there is no split soul, then a part of the soul must be forcibly separated, and the entire ritual time is extremely long.

The soul seal technique contains the imprint of one's own soul. Under the simultaneous action of the inside and outside, it can also speed up the process of refining the clone by unknown times.

After doing all this, Ning Ping stopped sweating profusely, and his heart was full of fear.

I didn't expect that this ritual of refining the clone would be so dangerous. Of course, this is also related to the fact that his clone is refining the killing intent.

At this moment, not only the power of the soul, but also the Yuanli in his body is almost gone.

He also hurriedly recovered.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to flow into his body from the surrounding spirit gathering array.

At this moment, the soul source incense beside him also had a pure soul power, which was continuously integrated.

After a long time, when he was almost recovered, Ning Ping opened his eyes again.

As his hands flew again, the soul seals flew densely towards the killing intent that was constantly twisting.

A year passed quietly.

On this day, Ning Ping's body stood up, and the killing intent that was originally a ball in front of him now had a human form.

It can also be said that at this moment, most of the killing intent has been integrated into the split soul, and the split soul is wrapped in a thin layer of killing intent.

At this moment, Ning Ping has been continuously opening up the perception, refining and integrating the killing intent for a whole year.

Now he looks thinner, but his eyes are getting brighter.

After continuously and intensively playing the soul seals, the Yuanshen is becoming more and more condensed.

When they came to the weapon refining room, the palm of the Hun Tian Demon Ancestor had changed greatly, and it already looked like a long sword.

At this moment, there was a ball of solution on the furnace, which was the rare refining material that had been refined long ago. Under the control of the soul, it was constantly merging into the palm.

Under the continuous pulling, a sword embryo also appeared.

After all the refining materials were fused in, Ning Ping walked forward, stretched out a finger, and a drop of blood essence was forced out from the fingertips instantly.

This is also the key to refining this magic weapon. It must be refined with one's own life essence.

The magic weapon refined in this way can communicate with each other more and can be controlled more freely.

As the blood essence dripped in, it quickly spread to the entire sword embryo.

Suddenly, a sense of familiarity emerged from the sword embryo, and there was a faint feeling of telepathy.

Seeing this, Ning Ping couldn't help but smile.

However, at this moment, it was just a key step. Then, there was another long refining process.

After there was nothing else to do, he returned to the refining clone.

Countless soul seals and spells were cast one after another, and a new round of sacrifice and refining began.

However, unlike before, the speed of casting spells now was more than twice as fast as before.

The meridians, internal organs, mouth, eyes, ears and nose were also condensed.

Another year passed in the Tianyan space.

At this time, the sacrifice of the clone had come to an end.

A young man who was exactly the same as Ning Ping's original body, with pale skin and slightly thin, sat in front of him with his eyes closed.

At a certain moment, the eyes of the clone in the sacrifice suddenly opened.

But what was strange was that there were no pupils in those eyes. The entire eyeball was completely black, which was very scary.

And a heart-pounding murderous intent also emerged from the eyes.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes also opened suddenly, looking directly into the other person's pupils, and even with a thought, the whole person directly merged with the other person into one.

A memory that belonged to Ning Ping was also directly merged into the clone at this moment.