The Path to Becoming Immortal

With a thought, the killing intent penetrated Ning Ping's body like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Under the sword energy, the city wall collapsed, and then everything it passed was turned into ruins.

Along the way, regardless of gender, age or young, everyone they saw turned into a ball of blood mist under the sword energy.

Seeing this, the courage that had just emerged in the leader's heart was instantly drained away, and his heart was full of desolation.

How could he stop this? How could he stop it! The man in front of him was a bloodthirsty and peerless beast.

In the end, his heart collapsed. No matter how many people there were, they were just souls under the sword of the other party.

"Escape for your lives!"

A loud shout spread throughout the sky above Linqiu City, and the whole city was in chaos again in an instant, with scattered people everywhere.

Begging for mercy and crying were everywhere.

"Escape... Where to escape..."

Ning Ping chuckled, moved his body directly, and moved quickly.

The formation was broken, and the divine sense probed deep into the ground of the attic, but found that there was a formation blocking it.

The leaked demonic energy was still very rare. If it weren't for his extraordinary divine sense, it would be very difficult to detect it.

"Shua shua shua..."

Under the sword energy, those figures flying in the air fell one after another, and then turned into blood mist under the sword energy.

In the killing intention, Ning Ping had no mercy at this moment, and the more he killed, the more excited he was.

In the blood flying, his whole body was covered with blood, and the original white robe had become a bloody shirt!

"Ning Ping!" At this time, Ji Wanning, who was far away, was secretly shocked, and a voice transmission sounded in Ning Ping's heart.

"Don't worry, I'm fine! These people are not worth dying, I'll tell you in detail later!"

After comforting Ji Wanning, Ning Ping's figure moved around the entire Linqiu City.

And the holy land monks who were responsible for the encirclement looked at each other.

This was a comprehensive and overwhelming massacre, and the person who attacked was only one person.

They thought that the newly promoted Purple Sword Elder was very powerful, but they didn't expect him to be so fierce.

They didn't even intend to miss a single one. Some people who rushed towards them were killed by the sword energy of the terrifying Stone Elder in a flash.

As a result, they dared not attack, and even retreated slightly, with a trace of fear in their hearts.

They were afraid that the Qiu family would break through and get close to them, so they had to attack.

That would violate the taboo of the Purple Sword Elder, and they didn't dare to think about what punishment would come.

In an hour, the entire city had turned into ruins.

There was only a magnificent attic in the center of the city that was still standing, and the demonic energy fluctuations deep underground were becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, the three monks in front of the attic were tightly pressed together with a look of fear, and the sword energy was constantly circling around their bodies.

Of course, these people also consciously drove them here, and they were basically the leaders of the Qiu family.

At this time, a blood-red figure appeared, turned his head with a smile and whispered to a beautiful spirit bird on his shoulder.

"Yaoyao, these people bullied you, right? Or you should stop doing it and let me do it?"

"Senior! Spare my life!" Suddenly, one of the three people knelt down on the ground with a plop, begging for mercy.

Being suddenly interrupted, Ning Ping frowned slightly, looked over, but didn't know that he was like a bloodthirsty beast at this moment.

"Humph! Stupid! Do you think it's useful to beg for mercy now?"

At this time, a square-faced man shouted, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the person kneeling on the ground.

"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the long sword in the hand of the square-faced monk suddenly broke into pieces.

"Haha, his life and death can only be decided by me!" Looking at the square-faced man with a look of horror, Ning Ping sneered.

"Do you think I'm really afraid of death? Let me tell you! None of the people in your holy land have a good ending. They are all just making wedding clothes for others! You all will not die well!"

"Oh? Go on!" Ning Ping's eyes flashed slightly, and his chin raised slightly with interest, indicating that the other party should continue.

"Haha! You people in the holy land have the supreme place for cultivation, but unfortunately you are just a group of puppets! Haha, ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous!"

"You still think you are the best! You are just a group of poor people without brains!"

"Hey, it seems that what you said is really good!" Ning Ping nodded seriously.

"You..." The square-faced monk was stunned when he saw that the other party actually agreed.

While speaking, Ning Ping's spiritual consciousness also explored deep underground in the attic.

"Go on! Our Holy Land is not a place where one person has the final say. Just say whatever you want to say! For example, what do we want to do in the Holy Land? Tell us what you want to do."

Ning Ping encouraged him.

The square-faced monk was slightly stunned and suddenly lost for words, his eyes flickering.

"Hmph! I won't say anything. I'll let you die in ignorance! What a pity! I won't see the day when you living dead die."

Ning Ping also agreed with the other party's statement about living dead.

The Qiu family undoubtedly knew some secrets of the Holy Land.

But unfortunately, judging from the other party's expression, they probably knew very little. They probably only knew that some people in the Holy Land were controlled by the Holy Light.

I already knew all this. As for the ultimate goal of the Holy Land, there is no doubt that they probably didn't know it either.

So Ning Ping grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth on his face covered in blood.

"If you don't want to talk anymore, then it's my turn!"

That terrifying smile shocked the people across from him, and they couldn't help but take half a step back, almost hitting the sword energy behind them.

"What is that under the attic behind you? It can't be some treasure!" Ning Ping raised his chin and gestured.

"You..." At this time, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed!

"Let me guess! There should be an altar inside! It seems that there is another person who is trying to let the demon descend into his body! By the way... Is it possible to complete the possession in a few days?"

"You...impossible, impossible! There is obviously a formation..."

The square-faced monk suddenly shut up in the middle of his sentence.

The three of them looked at Ning Ping as if they were looking at an extremely terrifying demon.

"Nothing to say? I am not wronging you by colluding with the demons now!"

"Stop talking? Okay, forget it!" Ning Ping shrugged indifferently, showing a smile.

At this time, the sword array suddenly changed, and the entire surrounding area instantly turned into mist, and people outside could not see the figures of a few people at all.

At this moment, even the three people could not see clearly the figure of Ning Ping opposite them.

Just as the three of them were horrified, the monk who was kneeling down to beg for mercy was suddenly enveloped in a sword energy and dragged to Ning Ping.