The Path to Becoming Immortal

It was not just Shen Qingyao who discovered Ning Ping's abnormality.

There were also several elders of Xuanyue Sword Sect, such as Su Yijian, and Luo Heng of Luoshen Sect, who had already noticed it.

So Su Yijian and several other elders of Jianfeng, after a brief exchange, immediately took measures.

That is to drive away the holy land monks on Ning Ping's way one by one, or directly kill them in advance.

But in this way, Ning Ping immediately felt unhappy!

"What's wrong with you? Why are you competing with me for business!"

Ning Ping smiled on his bloody face, and was very dissatisfied with this.

"Ning Ping, stop for a while! Or just hold the line!"

Su Yijian stood in front of Ning Ping, frowning slightly.

As he spoke, he also took the opportunity to recover.

"Don't worry! My clone is just a little special. I know what you are worried about."

Ning Ping responded seriously while controlling dozens of sub-swords and sword energy to continue killing.

But even if he can still use the killer skill, he always feels that such killing is far less satisfying than directly cutting with a knife.

"Hey! Then you should be careful and don't lose yourself in the killing!"

Su Yijian took a deep breath and said helplessly.

It is not easy to stop this matter by force, and of course they can't worry too much.

Because what is needed at this moment is killing, either others die or you die.

At this moment, several fellow monks from the outside world have been seriously injured and are recovering in the formation.

"Okay! No problem, you are also exhausted, you come to hold the formation! Let me do it! Hehe!"

Seeing that the other party did not intend to continue to stop him, Ning Ping couldn't help but smile, and his eyes had already glanced around.

Su Yijian saw Ning Ping's expression in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The victory or defeat of this battle depends on this move, so just let him go.

After thinking about it, his figure swayed slightly, and he also came to the formation and began to recover, and his consciousness also covered the whole field to replace Ning Ping's role.

Su Yijian also had some understanding of the sword formation, but not as deep as Ning Ping. In terms of power alone, the two are now on par.

Seeing Su Yijian replace him in the sword formation, Ning smiled.

He smiled because no one would come to stop him.

Ning Ping smiled happily, but with the blood stains on his face, it was a bit scary.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up, showing an extremely excited expression, and the sixty-four souls smiled slightly and rushed out.

The souls were unstoppable, and a black ink knife condensed in the hands of each soul, and heads fell to the ground wherever they passed.

Ning Ping's body followed closely and directly killed into the crowd of monks in the holy land.

His nimble figure shuttled through the crowd, and the ink knife waved out pieces of ink.

Behind him were only broken limbs and debris all over the ground, and the whole air was filled with visible blood mist.

In the blood mist, a faint red mist also continued to flow into Ning Ping's body.

The aura of the clone condensed by the killing intent became stronger and stronger. Every time he killed one more person, he was one step closer to the fusion stage.

Originally, after the main body had reached the fusion stage, as long as the clone merged with the main body, after a period of fusion, the clone's cultivation would naturally break through to the fusion stage.

Because the realm of perception itself has already broken through, there is no need to perceive it separately.

But in this way, in the killing, the absorption of countless killing intents made the process evolve faster.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Slowly, Ning Ping's eyes turned blood red, emitting a strange light.

Thousands of people!

Tens of thousands!

One hundred thousand!

Ning Ping didn't know how many he had killed!

He was also very sober, and of course he knew what he was doing!

It just felt that the more he killed, the more excited he was. Every time he killed one more person, his strength would increase a little bit.

Past experiences also passed through his mind one by one.

Along the way of cultivation, the ruthlessness of the cultivators, the selfishness of the cultivators, the unwillingness of the cultivators...

Nothing was covered, just nakedly displayed in my heart.

As these thoughts emerged, they were like a fierce auxiliary material in my heart, making Ning Ping's killing desire even stronger.

Especially in front of me, this so-called holy land, the so-called holy lord Luo Kunxianjun.

What basis do they have to suppress the entire cultivation world, and what basis do they have to decide the life and death and ascension of all cultivators.

Yes, it is based on their strength! But at the moment, my strength is stronger than these puppets.

Puppets, yes, all these people in front of me are puppets!

Puppets without self-thinking, puppets that make wedding clothes for others! Puppets that voluntarily accept poisoning and sacrifice their self-consciousness.

Such puppets deserve to die! All of them deserve to die!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The ink knife swung out a black silk that was hundreds of feet long, and it raged in the crowd without any scruples.

Everywhere he passed was a mess, and there was no complete person.

Ning Ping was always covered with a lingering red mist, which became brighter and brighter.

All the souls were absorbed by the Soul Refining Mountain one by one.

Du Nie had recovered completely without knowing it, and was controlling the Soul Refining Mountain with great spirit.

All the souls were dragged into the Soul Refining Mountain one by one.

A huge, rolling stone mountain stretched across the sea of ​​consciousness, and countless inky black souls on the mountain were constantly dragged into the rocks.

A dull whisper echoed throughout the mountain.

Indistinctly, those voices conveyed various emotions.

Fear, fear, unwillingness, begging for mercy, anger...

But these voices were in vain, all the souls were dragged into the rocks, and there was no reincarnation.

In the Soul Refining Mountain, after the Soul Refining Mountain removed the dregs and retained the essence, a trace of extremely pure soul power was also transferred to the Soul Refining Mountain.

This is what the real Soul Refining Mountain should look like, it should be the natural enemy of all souls.

A few days later.

In this cruel and crazy killing, the monks of the Holy Land were afraid.

Looking at the blood-red figure, grinning and harvesting lives in the crowd.

Even with the spiritual support of the Supreme Saint in their hearts, they were still afraid.

Slowly, some monks of the Holy Land retreated in fear. It was true that they had faith in their hearts, but between life and death, they still chose to retreat.

"Xue Tu! He is Xue Tu!"

At some point, in a terrified roar, everyone thought of the former Xue Tu.

The defeat was like a landslide. No matter how crazy the rear guards wanted to go forward and win everything for the Holy Lord in their hearts.

However, under the emotional collapse in the killing, they also saw the red figure that everyone feared.

All the monks were basically recovered again under Ning Ping's full support.

So everyone took the opportunity to counterattack and kill.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

Amid the shouts of killing, all the monks in the holy land were completely defeated and retreated.