The Path to Becoming Immortal

It was not until two hours later, when the sun was setting, that the two of them finished their practice.

As soon as the practice ended, the monk surnamed Long was puzzled, and then cast his eyes on the monk surnamed Cai who was not far away from him.

"What's wrong!? Brother Cai!"

As the monk surnamed Cai slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of brilliance also appeared in his eyes.

"Why didn't I sense anything unusual..." Long asked in confusion while sensing himself with his spiritual sense.

"Haha! It's still early. It takes a long time of sincere practice to sense the holy light, until the holy light is finally bred in the body!"

The monk surnamed Cai chuckled and explained it carefully.

"My current state is the result of a hundred years of cultivation. But if Brother Long really sincerely senses the Holy Light, this process will be greatly reduced. Brother Long does not need to worry, just keep practicing sincerely!"

"Oh!! So that's the case. Thank you Brother Cai for clearing my doubts! I will sincerely sense the Holy Light in the future and strive to achieve success in cultivation as soon as possible!"

The monk surnamed Long was relieved, as if he had grabbed an invisible straw in his heart.

"Okay, I should say goodbye next time! This time, we have gained a lot. I hope Brother Long will visit my Wanfu Gate next time!"

The monk surnamed Cai stood up and was about to say goodbye.

After trying hard to keep him, the monk surnamed Cai and his group also set out on their way back again, heading back the way they came.

The monk surnamed Cai and his group flew in the air, and a young monk who was traveling with them suddenly had a slightly flashing look in his eyes and asked curiously.

"Master! How is that Daoist Long...? I saw Master and him left for a long time!"

"You kid, is this what you should ask? But don't you think about it, Master, how can he fail! Humph!"

The monk surnamed Cai first put on a very stern look, but later, a hint of complacency appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, Master's move is indeed extraordinary, but I don't understand. The Longshan Village is the descendant of Longshan Jun, so they are not afraid..."

The young monk continued to ask in confusion.

"Humph! What do you know? Now my holy land is surviving in the cracks, and it is the time when we need fame! Just think about it, the powerful descendants who once participated in the holy land war actually took the initiative to join my holy land. This is a thing worth promoting!"

The monk surnamed Cai smiled mysteriously, and then patiently explained to his disciples.

"It won't be long before my holy land will be like a prairie fire, burning the entire cultivation world again and reappearing its former glory!!!"

"Yes!! Definitely, my holy land will rise again!"

The words of the old man surnamed Cai also ignited the fire in the heart of the young cultivator, and he became excited.

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense. When you go back, you must practice well, feel the holy light, and strive to get the opportunity of the holy land in the future. That is the real way to immortality."

"Yes, Master!"

The rest of the people, after responding one after another, all had strange lights in their eyes, and no longer spoke, and hurried on their way.

Ning Ping followed behind him slowly, without any sign of impatience.

The group in front, due to their low cultivation, walked and stopped all the way, and stopped after tens of thousands of miles before stopping at a place with strange peaks and steep mountains.

Ning Ping glanced casually, and this area was lacking in spiritual energy, and it was only better in the beautiful scenery.

The slightly crude mountain gate showed that this was the Wanfu Gate mentioned by the monk surnamed Cai.

Of course, if it were not for the lack of spiritual energy, it would probably not be the turn of a small sect like theirs to serve as a mountain gate for cultivation.

There were not many disciples in the entire Wanfu Gate, only a few thousand at most.

It was really a small sect.

Without exception, many disciples who were practicing were under the scorching sun, chanting something in their mouths, and practicing cross-legged in the sun.

After a careful investigation with the divine consciousness, it was found that only a part of the monks in this Wanfu Gate had cultivated the holy light.

And the one with the highest cultivation was only a Jindan stage monk.

"Humph! It seems that this is a den of thieves!"

Ning Ping snorted secretly, and with a wave of his hand, Aquina's terrifying figure fell beside him.

At this moment, the corpse leader was covered with black hair, his whole body was shiny black, and exuded a terrifying aura.

As soon as the corpse leader appeared, he had not appeared in the outside world for too long, and even his expression was a little dazed.

"Akui, don't let anyone in front of you go! Go!"

As Ning Ping's words fell into his ears, the corpse leader's eyes instantly showed a trace of bloodthirstiness, and his whole body began to get excited.

"Wow..." The corpse leader screamed extremely unpleasantly, turned into a black shadow and rushed out.

Then a scream came out, and a one-sided massacre began.

Ning Ping ignored Akui, and flashed directly to a secret room for cultivation.

"Squeak..."

At this time, the door of the secret room suddenly opened, and a monk with a kind face rushed out directly, looking at the area where the movement just now was made, with a look of fear on his face.

But then, he found a figure standing quietly outside the door, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"This senior, dare to be of any service to me!!!"

His spiritual sense just now did not detect the existence of the other party at all. If he saw it with his eyes, he would not have noticed that there was still a person standing in front of him.

This situation meant that the other party's cultivation had reached a level that he could not even imagine, so he just called him "senior" to avoid causing the other party's displeasure.

At this moment, Ning Ping's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his hand and grabbed it.

Suddenly, the monk was involuntarily captured in mid-air, and then his head fell into Ning Ping's palm with a look of horror.

Soul-searching technique!

Some messy memories continuously flowed into Ning Ping's soul.

After a while, as Ning Ping's palm moved away, the monk collapsed.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed and fell beside Ning Ping.

The person who came was the corpse leader who had completed the task. With his speed, it would only take a while to kill all the thousands of people.

Seeing that Ning Ping had no instructions, he directly grabbed the monk who was lying on the ground with his huge palm.

Then, he opened his huge mouth several feet wide, raised his hand and directly sent the other person into his mouth.

After a while of chewing, the monk disappeared in just two bites, without even a drop of blood falling on the ground.

"Let's go!" Ning Ping frowned and looked at the corpse leader, then walked directly in one direction.

Just one step, seemingly strolling leisurely, but with a slight twist, the person is already several miles away.