The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Very good! You dare to draw your sword at me!"

Su Yijian smiled faintly, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master, I can't help myself!" Xu Haolin took a deep breath, and his eyes turned into a fighting spirit.

"Fellow Daoist Su, I'll leave this to you!"

Ning Ping glanced at Su Yijian, and then quietly flashed into the sword formation.

For Xu Haolin, it was the best thing to hand it over to Su Yijian.

With Su Yijian's joining, Shen Qingyao certainly had no problem at all.

However, in the entire battlefield, the one who felt the most relaxed was Yuner.

I saw her petite body shuttled among the crowd of monks in the holy land without any fear.

She didn't use any magic weapons, but just got close and punched.

No matter what the opponent's cultivation level was, they basically lost the ability to resist or exploded and died under one punch.

What surprised Ning Ping the most was that there was not much fluctuation of Yuanli on her body, which meant that she only used the power of her body.

Shuttled through the sword formation, Ning Ping nodded secretly in his heart after a while of his consciousness moving slightly.

Xu Haolin just now had a bright red on his forehead and fell to the ground.

Su Yijian stared blankly for a moment, sighed and flashed to the other side again.

With the continuous attack of the holy land monks, with his own recovery ability and the continuous replenishment of the soul, there was no problem in maintaining the sword formation.

Even the consumption in the previous battle was replenished.

However, others could not do it as easily as himself.

No monks have fallen yet, but their auras have also weakened a lot.

Even if the pills are taken one after another, it can't make up for such a large consumption.

As time goes by, I am afraid that they will end up being consumed.

Looking at the holy land monks who are still pouring in from a distance, they seem to know nothing about death.

Ning Ping knew that he couldn't continue like this. When their energy was exhausted, he would be unable to resist.

"It's unknown how long this battle will last. Everyone take turns to recover. Those who need to recover should come to the center of the sword formation!"

As the voice reached everyone's ears, several people immediately retreated and flashed into the formation.

He sat down cross-legged without any hesitation, threw a few pills into his mouth, and immediately began to recover.

Ning Ping also flicked his fingers one after another, and a spirit gathering formation was also set up in the formation.

In this way, the pressure of the entire sword formation increased instantly.

Ning Ping also moved his mind at this time, and one after another soul splits came out and greeted in all directions.

After the previous breakthrough, Ning Ping once again cut his soul several times, and the number of soul splits has reached 64 at this moment.

Although the strength is only 60%, it is enough to deal with those low-level holy land monks.

Soul splits are invisible things, and ordinary magic weapons cannot resist them at all.

In a moment, screams shook the sky, and countless monks from the holy land fell helplessly. However, they did not retreat at all under the support of their minds.

With the addition of dozens of souls, the pressure on everyone was instantly relieved.

Ning Ping's souls were rarely revealed in front of people, and this move also made everyone look sideways.

There was an even more unfathomable feeling about Ning Ping's strength.

At this time, the whole sword formation exuded a strong smell of blood, and countless monks had died here.

It was like a bloody slaughterhouse.

This battlefield was like a giant beast in the abyss. Even if more people were added to it, it was still extremely greedy.

After the strongest attack before the Soul Refining Mountain, the weapon spirit Du Nie had been weak and asleep.

But with the continuous replenishment of the soul, it has also awakened. Under his urging, the efficiency of absorbing the soul is also much higher.

Next, Ning Ping only needed to focus on killing, and there was no need to distract himself from controlling the Soul Refining Mountain.

Wherever he passed, there were corpses left on the ground.

Ning Ping's clones were not sent out. The battle group of Mahayana monks in the distance, the subsequent outcome was unknown, and he had to deal with different situations.

Having more strength on him was more or less a guarantee.

However, as the killing continued, the clone condensed by the killing intention was revealed unconsciously.

I don't know when, Ning Ping was wearing a black robe at this moment.

But upon closer inspection, it was not completely black, but a very deep reddish brown, which looked like black at first glance.

I don't know if it was due to dried blood, because Ning Ping's face was also covered with blood at this moment.

The Xuanyue Sword in his hand had been replaced by the Molten Ink Dark Blood Knife, which he had refined himself, that is, the Ink Knife.

Because Ning Ping felt that it was more enjoyable and direct to chop and kill with a knife.

It can also vent the killing in his heart. As for whether he holds a sword or a knife, it doesn't make much difference to Ning Ping.

At this moment, Ning Ping feels like he has returned to the Forgotten Swamp, the scene of his crazy killing.

That is where he was born!

This equally crazy killing is like celebrating his birthday or a gift to himself.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

There are a lot of people in the Holy Land, hundreds of millions, and there are countless people above the Nascent Soul Stage!

Ning Ping did not feel numb, only endless excitement!

Excited to the point that a shake of the hand could harvest more than a dozen fresh lives.

The entire battle group had changed unconsciously, and the original illusion had disappeared.

Instead, a formation more suitable for killing was formed, and everything in the field was revealed.

In the distance, Yu Tianxiao, the head of the Holy Land, had hidden behind people early, staring at Ning Ping who was madly harvesting and killing with a look of shock.

This was the Shi Yi that he was familiar with before! Is this his true nature?

Recalling the smiling face and the cheerful and talkative appearance in the past, Yu Tianxiao also felt a chill in his heart.

For this battle, he originally thought that he would win no matter what.

There are so many people in the Holy Land, even if they have to consume, they must consume these people in front of them to death.

Now, Yu Tianxiao hesitated.

Although he hesitated a little, looking at the battle group where the Holy Lord was in the distance, which was constantly blasting with shocking roars, Yu Tianxiao regained his confidence.

With the Holy Lord, the final winner must be the Holy Land without a doubt.

"Ning Ping, what's wrong with you? Do you want to take a break?"

Shen Qingyao, who had been keeping an eye on Ning Ping, also showed deep worry in her eyes.

"No! I'm in good condition, I'm fine!"

Ning Ping's eyes were replaced by a touch of red, and he showed a bright smile in the direction of Shen Qingyao.

While talking and laughing, he swung the ink knife in his hand, and several heads flew up directly.

A trace of imperceptible light red mist also merged directly into Ning Ping's body unconsciously.