The Path to Becoming Immortal

Yu Tianxiao was also a little scared in his heart. From beginning to end, his eyes were always on the red figure.

He felt the crazy behavior of the other party, felt extremely strange, and dangerous.

Whether it was Shi Yi or Ning Ping, he had had a lot of interactions with him.

He even had a feeling of mutual appreciation with Shi Yi, and the two of them had extremely tacit cooperation in the holy land.

He even used his hand to complete some of his arrangements.

But at this moment, he was already his enemy, a life-and-death enemy.

Of course, for him, whether it was Ning Ping or Shi Yi, he had no burden at all in killing the other party.

Especially Ning Ping's identity, if he could kill him, he would still have a little excitement and desire.

That was his own Dao heart!

Thinking of this, a scene that he had seen in the void once again appeared in his mind.

He had to die. Why did he have a cultivation level that was higher than his own? He was the pride of heaven, the talent of heaven, and the person favored by fate.

Unconsciously, the crack in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and turned into an obsession.

He must die!

When thinking like this, his mind was also in a trance, and his face kept changing.

At this moment, in a trance, Yu Tianxiao suddenly realized that the other party was looking directly at him.

What kind of eyes were those? Bloodthirsty and merciless. Although blood-red, they were extremely cold.

But strangely, he saw something else in the other party's eyes!

Surprised? No!

Worried? How could it be possible!

At this moment, a sense of crisis emerged in Yu Tianxiao's heart, and his face turned pale as his consciousness moved.

At this time, three powerful sword beams came silently from behind him.

Just now, his thoughts were surging, and he didn't realize it unconsciously. It might be too late to return to defense.

Will he die like this? It shouldn't be that serious injury is unavoidable!

But after being seriously injured, can he still survive this catastrophe? Yu Tianxiao had no confidence in this.

Thinking of this, a hint of helplessness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even ants try to survive, so even if they are seriously injured, they still have to fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Yu Tianxiao opened his eyes suddenly and raised his hand back.

The Heaven Shaking Bell hummed and flashed back to meet it.

At this time, he could only block two attacks, and there was still one attack left. He was prepared to take it hard even if he was seriously injured.

But what made him even more desperate was that he also noticed from the corner of his eye that Ning Ping, who he had been paying attention to, moved at this moment and was flashing towards him.

At this time, two loud noises came over.

"Boom boom..."

The Heaven Shaking Bell that was just sacrificed blocked the two attacks.

Just when Yu Tianxiao was in despair, he closed his eyes and prepared to endure the inevitable situation of being attacked from both sides.

Under the sword energy, a sword shield suddenly condensed.

"Bang..."

Yu Tianxiao suddenly realized that the fatal blow behind him did not come.

Just when he opened his eyes in surprise, Ning Ping, who was dressed in bright red, was standing in front of him.

"Mr. Yu! Please get out of the way!"

Ning Ping suddenly grinned and said calmly, as if the previous crazy killing scene had not happened at all.

Illusion! Danger! He is very dangerous!

Yu Tianxiao's heart trembled violently, and his whole body trembled slightly unconsciously.

"Hey! I might as well help him to the end!"

Ning Ping shook his head slightly, stretched out his arm, grabbed the opponent's shoulder, and then swung it violently.

In an instant, Yu Tianxiao's whole body was lifted into the air and flew directly out of the battle circle.

At this time, the three monks who had just taken action looked at Ning Ping with confusion.

Ning Ping just glanced at him lightly, without any explanation, and there was only a strong killing intent in his eyes.

The three monks immediately felt a chill coming, and without saying much, they nodded to Ning Ping from a distance and moved to kill.

They were puzzled by Ning Ping's actions, but there was no need to doubt it, his crazy killing had already explained everything.

Although puzzled, he had his own deep meaning, they did not need to delve into it, just ignore it!

Ning Ping finally stopped, watching Yu Tianxiao's fleeing figure from a distance, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Then the red in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the red mist on his body also merged into his body.

It was just that the color of the black robe on his body became darker.

His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and he glanced at his cultivation, and his eyes immediately lit up slightly.

In addition to satisfaction, the smile on his face became a little stronger.

At this time, the battle here was also coming to an end, and countless monks from the holy land were already in a crazy escape.

As far as the eye could see, the entire altar was like a receding tide, and the mess left on the mudflats.

The originally white altar could no longer be seen, with a thick layer of broken limbs and corpses everywhere.

There was also blood that had coagulated into dark brown!

But in the distance in the air, another battle group that was covered by light still continued to send violent fluctuations.

Ning Ping looked over, and then a blue light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he still frowned slightly.

Under the dazzling light, there was no way to see the situation inside.

However, from the power fluctuations revealed, the aura of the Immortal Lord Luo Kun was obviously more prominent.

And the other auras were feeling defeated.

"Ning Ping, are you okay?"

At this moment, a beautiful figure flashed and came to Ning Ping's side. It was Shen Qingyao who looked concerned.

Ning Ping suddenly turned his head and looked over. The blue light in his eyes disappeared, and at the same time, the last trace of red light disappeared.

Shen Qingyao, dressed in white, was very eye-catching and holy on the altar covered with blood.

"I'm fine!"

While speaking, Ning Ping noticed that the other party looked him up and down, and he also looked down and realized his current situation.

So with his mind moving one by one, the aura on his body surged, and a burst of fire swept across.

All of a sudden, all the blood stains disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance.

It was just that the thin face seemed a little too pale, which was a little inconsistent with the powerful aura on Ning Ping at the moment.

"Well! I'm fine! I'm fine!"

Shen Qingyao exhaled deeply, and finally felt relieved when she saw that Ning Ping really had no other abnormalities.

"Brother! You were so scary just now!"

At this time, Yuner also jumped over and looked at Ning Ping with a face full of fear.

Originally, she wanted to pull Ning Ping, but she also resisted.

"You little guy, I'm fine! Those were all bad guys just now, and bad guys should be killed, right?"

Ning Ping said, and a bright smile appeared on his face again.