The Path to Becoming Immortal

Of course, there is also the slightly clumsy control of the opponent.

Even if they have practiced the art of combined attack for a long time, the terrifying control of light arrows is already extremely flexible.

But compared with his own body skills, there is still a huge gap. This is also the source of Ning Ping's confidence.

Then, they came up with the idea of ​​using their opponents' attacks to weaken them.

While avoiding, they had already communicated with Hu Buwei, and after adjusting the angle of the light arrow, they gave the other party this great gift.

"ah......"

A dull roar also came from the light group.

As the light group gradually dispersed, Zhao Ming's body was also revealed.

I saw that all his clothes were in tatters, and the exposed skin was all golden, as if made of metal.

Even the hair on his head clearly exudes a metallic luster, clearly looking like he has mastered the Golden Law.

But the aura on his body was obviously weakened.

Especially on the back, there are four huge holes, and the internal organs and bones in the body are clearly visible, and they are constantly squirming and recovering.

Then, Zhao Ming's pair of eyes exuding endless killing intent coldly glanced around.

At this glance, all the monks around him were trembling with fear, their eyes averted and they did not dare to say a word.

Finally, his eyes fell on the three Ningping people.

The hatred emanating from them was about to tear the three of them into pieces in front of their eyes.

But how could Ningping and the others be frightened.

"This is none of our business, it was your men who injured you!" Ning Ping shrugged, pretending to be innocent.

However, I was also secretly shocked. Of course I knew how powerful my Tongtian Fist was.

Unexpectedly, the opponent could still stand up after being attacked from both sides.

The toughness of this physical body with the Golden Law is really beyond my expectation, and its strength is really too strong.

"Hmph, it seems I have underestimated you guys! I didn't expect you to be so cunning!"

Zhao Ming also gradually calmed down, and the huge wounds on his back also squirmed and recovered as before.

However, the aura on his body was still very weak, and it seemed that this blow also made him extremely uncomfortable.

"How about you just retreat? Just stay here and don't go out secretly to harm others. How about we just stay out of trouble?"

Ning Ping suggested sincerely.

"Haha!!! What a joke, do you think you can escape after I suffered such a small loss? Haha..."

Zhao Ming looked up to the sky and laughed wantonly, as if he had heard some big joke.

The laughter subsided, and a layer of ice appeared on Zhao Ming's face again, and he said coldly to the men around him.

"Listen to me, if we let them go, you will all be buried together!"

"Yes!" Everyone around responded, with a trace of panic flashing across their faces.

At the same time, the round mirrors in the hands of the monks also lit up suddenly, as if they were afraid that Ning Ping and the others would rush out accidentally and suffer an unreasonable disaster.

Then Zhao Ming stared at Ning Ping and the others who were still as if nothing had happened, and his heart tightened.

I really can't think of anything else the other party can rely on, just that old fox and that fake monk...

"I will capture you today and reopen the door to my holy land so that all my colleagues can feel the Holy Light again..."

Zhao Ming didn't know why he said this. After realizing that his words were somewhat guilty, he immediately shut up.

He took a deep breath, and all his energy was mobilized again.

As the skills in his body were stimulated, tentacles emitting metallic colors continued to emerge from his body and spread to all sides.

Those unknown things, like giant pythons or more like worms.

The whole body is covered with sharp spikes, and the spikes are constantly surging, making people feel like they will be sucked in if they touch it.

Especially the first part, it was more like the sandworms Ning Ping had seen in the Forgotten Swamp.

The metal tentacles have no heads, only the metallic luster, and the densely packed mouthparts are constantly turning inward, over and over again, as if they want to devour anything they encounter.

As the metal tentacles continued to emerge from his body, they occupied more and more space.

After a while, like a metal monster with tentacles, an aura of the realm also emanated.

"Be careful! This guy looks like he's going crazy!"

Seeing how weird it was, Hu Buwei became much more cautious in his eyes.

"Similarly, if you and Mr. Hong entangle each other, I will get rid of those annoying guys around first!"

Ning Ping glanced at it and made a judgment immediately.

There is no doubt that the opponent's move is also to squeeze out the space in the formation by spreading out those weird metal tentacles and using his own golden domain.

This makes the space for the others to move smaller, and also makes it easier for the other party to succeed.

As he spoke, he stepped back sharply.

"Boy, don't worry, it will be your turn after I take care of these two old guys!"

As Zhao Ming spoke, the tentacles that were constantly twisting around him all stopped and then surged towards several people.

Hu Buwei reached out and grabbed it, and a bone claw shot out, grabbing one of the tentacles. His body swayed and disappeared among the tentacles.

But the bone claw that had just grabbed the tentacle was immediately torn into pieces and swallowed up by the squirming of the sharp spikes on it.

And Hong Shi also fiercely activated the oil lamp in his hand, causing the entire area to be filled with a layer of light smoke, and he disappeared quietly into the smoke.

Hu Buwei and Hong Shi started to use their hands, and their techniques were quite complementary.

What Hu Buwei realized was the law of shadow. As long as there is a shadow, you can come and go freely.

And Hong Shi's magic weapon, the smoke and dust that filled the air, also provided him with perfect cover.

Ning Ping was not idle either. With a thought in his mind, waves of thunder flowers appeared on his body under the stimulation of Yuan Li.

Thunder and lightning field!

After the lightning field spread, it also directly wrapped around Zhao Ming's surging metal tentacles behind him.

Suddenly, all of Zhao Ming's tentacles were immediately submerged by purple thunder, making a chaotic roar.

Under this disturbance, his tentacles suddenly stopped and began to dance aimlessly.

"Thunder and Lightning Field! Humph, no wonder I have confidence, that's great! The rumors are indeed true, I'm getting more and more interested!"

Zhao Ming endured the discomfort and quickly stabilized himself by controlling the tentacles in the sky.

Ning Ping ignored the fighting between them and focused entirely on the sixty-four monks around him.

Nowadays, the formation space is squeezed by the opponent. If we don't solve it, it may lead to big trouble.