The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Unfortunately, I am also the one who wants to destroy your holy land!"

Ning Ping smiled brightly as he spoke.

Countless sword qi shot back from all directions and directly penetrated into his body.

At this moment, the surroundings in the formation became quiet, which also foreshadowed the fate of others.

"Why do you want to attack the holy land and me? I, Di Yuanju, don't seem to have sinned against my fellow Taoists! Besides, my holy land's holy master is dedicated to the vast number of fellow Taoists, why do you do this!"

Realizing that Ning Ping was using the opportunity of talking to him to strangle others, Di Yuanju also gave up his fantasy.

It would be better to fight to the death before, so that he could get a glimmer of life with the help of others.

At this moment, his vigilance towards the person in front of him has reached its peak.

"It is true that you have not sinned against me, but the problem lies with your holy master, there is nothing I can do!"

Ning Ping explained with a blank expression, and his Yuanli began to surge.

"Wait! My holy land never fears others..." Just when Di Yuanju was about to say something, Ning Ping's figure on the opposite side disappeared strangely.

At this time, the space beside him was slightly distorted, and a fist suddenly hit him.

Fortunately, he was also on guard at this moment. With a thought, a huge axe flashed and blocked in front of him.

"Bang..."

The fist hit the huge axe directly, but a strange force hit the opponent's body without any hindrance.

This is Ning Ping's unique strange force that simulates the opponent's Yuanli fluctuations.

In an instant, the Tongtian Fist hit the opponent's body.

"Ah..." Di Yuanju exclaimed, and his face suddenly changed.

The Yuanli in his body immediately responded, trying to calm down the raging power in his body.

While the opponent was struggling to calm down, Ning Ping continued to punch several times without stopping.

Along with it, there were also a flash of black arrows.

Faced with the continuous attacks and the violent fluctuations in his body, Di Yuanju did not dare to resist and retreated quickly, but his face suddenly changed.

Just at this moment, a dark blue arrow flashing with a terrifying arc of electricity suddenly appeared from the void and sank directly into his back.

"Zizi..."

For a moment, Di Yuanju was immediately wrapped in lightning, his entire soul was stunned, and there was a moment of blankness in his mind.

Although he recovered in the blink of an eye, he could no longer dodge the punches from the front and the black arrows that made him palpitate.

"Boom boom..."

After a series of sounds, a sharp pain came from his soul.

Before he could make any moves, his mind turned into a blank.

At this time, Ning Ping's figure reappeared, and his breath gradually calmed down.

"It seems that he is still not very durable! Fusion stage, not bad!"

After Ning Ping broke through the fusion stage at this moment, and obtained the Soul Refining Mountain, although his soul did not completely devour the opponent, his soul was strengthened again.

From the attack just now, it can be vaguely sensed that even if he only shot the Soul Devouring Arrow, the opponent might be unable to resist.

After clearing everything, Ning Ping's mind moved, and the thick fog around him rolled back, and everything around him turned into a clear light again.

In the big formation, there were still many people standing sparsely at this moment, but without exception, they were all silent, staring at Ning Ping, who was smiling at the moment, with a look of horror.

"You are safe, fortunately you controlled your hands!"

At this moment, in the big formation, except for these few people who were scared because of cowardice and dared not to take action at all.

There were also people lying in all directions, but these people were all people from the holy land without exception, and there were some people who dared to resist in a hurry.

After Ning Ping finished speaking, his mind moved, and the entire formation was instantly withdrawn, turning into a formation plate and collected.

"What? Do you still want to stay here?" Seeing that everyone dared not move at all, Ning Ping shouted unhappily.

"Senior... Senior, are you really willing to let us go?" At this time, someone in the crowd finally asked cautiously.

"That's right! You are not from the Holy Land, and I, Ning Ping, am not a bloodthirsty person, so of course I won't touch you!"

Ning Ping grinned, but this smile also had a bit of ferocious taste in the eyes of the other party.

But of course, Ning Ping himself didn't know this.

"Then more... more seniors!"

Finally, there were brave people who carefully bypassed Ning Ping and slowly moved away.

For fear that the action would be too big and anger the killing god in front of him.

After walking a distance, they flew away with all their strength, for fear that the other party would regret it again.

Ning Ping was suspended in the air, staring at Longxi City. No one dared to act rashly at this moment.

At this time, the Mahayana monks were fighting fiercely in the air.

Wu Chuxun still looked calm and composed, and even made people feel that there was a sense of playfulness in it.

On the other hand, Yun Jian and the square-faced monk were fighting a shocking battle.

As Mahayana monks, it was not so easy to kill the other party quickly.

The two were surrounded by hurricanes.

The square-faced monk kept condensing stone walls to block the wind blades coming from all directions.

In addition to taking the time, he pinched his fingers and made huge rocks of dozens of feet fall from the sky.

Yun Jian had no choice but to directly activate the hurricane to destroy the huge rocks one by one, or sweep them to the side.

At this time, Wu Chuxun, who was far away, glanced at Ning Ping.

Then his aura changed slightly, and his eyes focused on the purple-faced monk who was trying to condense all his strength to fight.

The purple-faced monk opened his hands violently, and all the fire spirits within a thousand miles were mobilized.

The temperature in the entire airspace rose sharply, and many buildings in Longxi City were inexplicably ignited.

As he urged, a long spear in his hand was thrown into the air.

Countless flames condensed from the void and then drilled into the spear.

In a blink of an eye, a giant spear thousands of feet long, burning with blazing fire, condensed from his head.

"Kill..."

He only roared and pointed fiercely at Wu Chuxun in front of him.

At this time, the towering spear on his head moved violently, pulling out a tail flame, and stabbed forward in a flash.

After launching this full-strength attack, the aura of the purple-faced monk was unknown to be weakened.

But even so, Wu Chuxun on the opposite side still had a calm face, as if the target of the powerful flaming spear was not him.