The Path to Becoming Immortal

Just as the monks of the Holy Land surged forward in two directions, bypassing Immortal Lord Luo Kun like a tide.

Immortal Lord Luo Kun shone again, and countless rays of light in the Holy Land space surged again as if endless.

In a blink of an eye, another huge jade plate condensed behind him, and an aura of supremacy was also exuded, which was very majestic.

All the monks here consciously divided into two parts.

The Mahayana monks stood in a group, staring at the clone of Immortal Lord Luo Kun with full concentration.

The remaining dozens of monks quickly retreated and moved away, giving up the area where the Mahayana monks in front were fighting.

Then each stood in a certain position, forming a battle formation, and was ready to wait for the massive number of monks from the Holy Land to rush in.

"My fellow monks, my Xuanyue Sword Sect will set up a sword formation, and you can all attack as much as you want!"

At this time, the leader of the Xuanyue Sword Sect, Lin Hanxue, who was standing in the center, exchanged with Ning Ping and Su Yijian secretly, and shouted loudly.

All the remaining monks were full of murderous aura, without any fear.

In fact, it goes without saying that the remaining monks were standing in a group with Xuanyue Sword Sect as the core.

In particular, the elders of the several major sword peaks had already stood in the direction of the sword formation.

"Let's see if they can withstand the killing!"

Shi Yangxu of Taiqing Sect said gloomily, and looked at Ning Ping provocatively.

The killing of Taiqing Sect by Ning Ping's clone before still felt like it was just yesterday.

Ning Ping politely nodded and smiled at the other party, then flipped his hand and grabbed the Xuanyue Sword in his palm.

The imperceptible crack before had no effect on the current battle.

"Kill!"

The monks of the holy land were approaching.

Ning Ping's mind moved, and the swords swarmed out, one turned into two, two turned into four, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into sword energy all over the sky, and the sword formation was quietly laid.

As soon as the sword formation was set up, Yu Tianxiao was seen in the crowd of the other side, and the corners of his mouth could not help but smile slightly.

The overall strength of the monks of the Holy Land also fell into his eyes, and his heart was secretly relieved.

In the previous battles, the high-level monks of the Holy Land suffered heavy losses, and the Mahayana monks were almost killed or injured.

Fortunately, the number of monks in the fusion stage and the transformation stage was large, and they became the main force at the moment.

"Everyone, let's kill happily."

Longyin Sword Peak Xu Hongbao roared, tightened his long sword in his hand, and rushed out.

Then, with the surge of Yuanli all over his body, a dragon roar burst out, and a giant dragon flew out.

With this movement, everyone moved.

"Boom boom boom..."

The monks of the Holy Land surrounded from all directions, and they all attacked as soon as they approached.

At this time, Ning Ping's mind moved, and the sword formation suddenly changed, and everyone fell into an illusion.

All the attacks that had just been launched lost their targets due to the cover of the sword formation, and were avoided by all the monks, hitting the empty space.

The monks who rushed into the sword formation also fell into the illusion one after another, and the desert, the sea of ​​fire, and the ice and snow appeared one by one, dividing into small battlefields.

Those with high cultivation were lucky enough to remain calm.

Some monks with cultivation below the Nascent Soul stage were terrified.

"Don't be afraid! This is just an illusion, everyone just needs to work together to break it!"

As the voice of a monk from the Holy Land fell, the monks on his side also began to move.

"Shua shua shua..."

Figures suddenly flashed out of the illusion one after another, and shouts and screams were heard all over the place.

The monks from the Holy Land also fell down in groups.

Now the remaining monks are all above the Spiritualization Stage, and each of them has experienced hundreds of battles and has extremely rich practical experience.

The opponent has little ability to resist at all.

A Kui and Yao Yao were also called out again, allowing them to play freely.

Ning Ping himself shuttled around, relying on his powerful spiritual sense to monitor the entire sword formation.

He would appear wherever there was danger, trying to reduce casualties on his side.

Just as the full-scale fighting started here, a shocking sound came from the direction of another battle group in the distance.

There was no doubt that it was the group of Mahayana monks who were fighting with the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

As for the battle situation in the distance, Ning Ping had no time to pay attention to it. The current battle situation was what he needed to care about.

In the next battle, the monks from the Holy Land seemed to be endless and rushed in continuously.

Ning Ping was also under great pressure. Under the continuous impact, the entire sword formation was also under great pressure.

In this way, he could only maintain the basic illusion effect. As long as he could provide some help, it would be enough for his people.

Among them, those monks who had gone through the Holy Light Ceremony needed special attention. They were the ones who were good at fighting among the monks in the Holy Land.

They all had extremely rich practical experience in the outside world of cultivation, so they hid in the crowd and waited for an opportunity to move.

While constantly shuttling back and forth, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and disappeared.

In a certain place in the sword formation, four holy land monks were besieging Shen Qingyao, all of whom were at the initial stage of fusion.

"Bang bang bang..."

Shen Qingyao used the bottle in her hand to condense ice walls to block the attacks from all sides.

Among the four people, Ning Ping was familiar with one of them, that was Xu Haolin, Su Yijian's former disciple, and now one of the Golden Sword Elders of the Holy Land.

At this moment, just when the ice wall released by Shen Qingyao was breached again, a monk from the holy land raised his magic weapon with a grim smile and slashed at the back of Shen Qingyao's head.

At this moment, two sharp blades were attacking Shen Qingyao.

At this moment, suddenly, under the sword energy in the air, a shield with sharpness suddenly appeared.

"Boom..."

The monk who attacked suddenly hit the sword and shield.

Just when he was stunned, a sword light suddenly appeared beside him and flashed across his waist.

Shen Qingyao's original worries were put down, and he just blocked the two attacks in front of him. At this time, a scream came from behind.

"Ah..."

As a monk in the fusion stage, his physical body was severely damaged, and of course it was not so easy to die.

But what he encountered was Ning Ping.

At this time, a small black arrow flashed and sank into his head. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a face full of horror, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

"Be careful!" Ning Ping suddenly flashed out from the side and whispered.

With this change, the three golden sword elders on the other side also stopped with a defensive look on their faces.

At this time, a figure flashed out, it was Su Yijian.

As soon as Su Yijian's old figure appeared, he stared at his former disciple Xu Haolin.

"Master!" At this time, Xu Haolin's face changed slightly and he called out, but his feet did not move, and the long sword in his hand was held tighter.