The Path to Becoming Immortal

Took the time to look around, the canyon was even narrower at this moment, only 20 feet wide.

It gave people the feeling that the valley bottom would be reached not far below.

Ning Ping then struggled to resist, and didn't know how far he had fallen, and it felt like the abyss was endless.

"Bang..."

As he fell, Ning Ping's body finally hit the cliff beside him.

Finally, he continued to slide down quickly.

Ning Ping regained a bit of calmness after this collision.

Then, under the surge of Yuanli, his body was tightly attached to the cliff.

"Shua..."

Under the intense friction, Ning Ping's falling speed finally slowed down a bit.

"It works!"

Seeing this, Ning Ping couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, this was finally a good thing in front of him.

The further down he went, the more brutal the sword intent became.

At this time, his soul was already covered with wounds from the sword intent.

Even if it was an illusory soul, the scars left by the sword intent could not heal immediately.

Countless wounds, like countless ferocious mouths.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid that at this moment, a deep sense of powerlessness would have already emerged in his heart.

But at this time, it was Ning Ping, who had a clone with the intent of killing, and a crazy thought was also echoing in his mind.

"Awesome! Haha... Let's see what you can do to me. You want to kill me with just the sword intent, it seems that it's not enough!"

Slowly, the body gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

But at this time, Ning Ping had no energy to climb up.

At this moment, the sword intent was already surging, rushing towards him wave after wave.

All he could do was to rely on the crazy energy in his heart to defend the fire of the soul and prevent it from collapsing, and give up the idea of ​​trying to resist.

Unconsciously, a huge black shadow suddenly stepped out of Ning Ping's body.

The soul is concrete!

Under this terrifying sword intent, Ning Ping's soul was finally forced out again.

"Who do you think you are? You want me to die with just a sword intent! Humph..."

On the giant soul elephant, Ning Ping's eyes suddenly opened, with endless killing intent in his eyes.

Even if the invisible sword intent kept cutting deep sword marks on the soul image, his face was still expressionless.

The strong fighting spirit and killing intent filled the entire soul image.

Under the cutting, wisps of black mist continued to dissipate. Under this terrifying sword intent, the soul image was still unable to resist and was constantly consumed.

Ning Ping took the opportunity to look around. At this time, the cliffs on both sides of the canyon were extremely narrow, only a few feet away.

Looking down, the canyon below was shrinking more and more, and even narrower.

After opening the Hongyun Spirit Eyes, at the end of the sight, the canyons on both sides completely overlapped.

All this was like the end after a sword was cut.

A bright light was faintly visible, gathering at the bottom below, and a sense of life and death crisis continued to emanate from that bright light.

Even though Ning Ping was filled with murderous intent, his face became solemn at this moment.

He felt that if he really fell down, there would only be one result, he would die on the spot, there was no other possibility.

But now, he was no longer able to climb up, and it was already a rare thing to be able to stabilize his current position.

The consumption of Yuanli was a small matter, the main thing was that the soul was consumed too much.

In just a short while, the soul had been worn down by the terrifying sword intent to only half its size.

And it was still dissipating.

Deep in the soul, an endless fatigue made Ning Ping drowsy.

"Ah..."

Ning Ping looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and his spirit was finally lifted up, and the monstrous murderous intent burst out from his body.

The sword intent was everywhere at the moment, and the whole person was wrapped in endless sword intent.

How should he deal with it?

What other trump cards did he have?

"Shua shua shua..."

At this moment, the soul image was no longer able to resist, and after a slight twist, it merged into the body again in a flash.

After losing the protection of the soul image, the body was completely immersed in the endless sword intent.

Then, under the erosion of the sword intent, the body slowly melted like a candle.

After a while, the muscles disappeared, revealing the white bones.

Fortunately, his bones have become extremely hard after the continuous practice of the Chaos Body Art. ,

"So what if you are strong? Want to wipe me out? It seems that it is not enough!"

Ning Ping defended his mind and saw that his skeleton was only left with white marks under the erosion of the sword intent, and a sense of pride emerged in his heart.

Only a skeleton was left on the face that opened its mouth to speak.

In a blink of an eye, only a skeleton was left hanging on the cliff.

The consumption of the soul became more and more severe, and it continued to dissipate.

There is no doubt that when the soul is completely exhausted, it also indicates that Ning Ping has reached the end of his body and soul.

Ning Ping's mind moved, and the lightning pattern also appeared. At this time, no matter whether it is useful or not, he must try it.

The lightning pattern instantly spread throughout the soul.

The lightning pattern does have some effect on the sword intent, and the sword intent cannot hurt the lightning pattern at all.

But unfortunately, the omnipresent sword intent directly penetrates the lightning pattern and acts directly on the soul.

It's a pity that the fire spirit is not on the body.

What else is left?

Alchemy formula! There is an alchemy formula engraved on his soul.

Thinking of this, Ning Ping tried his best to save his life. With a thought, all the alchemy formulas instantly spread throughout his soul.

And his thoughts kept drawing in the alchemy formula, making it more and more dazzling.

"Puff puff puff..."

A magical scene appeared. The alchemy formula that was originally thought to be used only for alchemy blocked the terrifying sword intent.

"It works! No way!" Seeing this wonder, Ning Ping was shocked.

The previous despair was immediately swept away.

What is the origin of this alchemy formula? It can actually defend against this strange sword intent!

Could it be that this alchemy formula has another secret?

At this time, countless questions emerged in Ning Ping's mind, and he even wanted to pull that Dunie out to ask.

But unfortunately, at this time, Dunie was only a spirit of the weapon, and had lost his own consciousness, and could not solve his doubts for himself.

But even so, he had previously required the mastery of the Soul Controlling Pill Art in order to refine the Soul Refining Mountain.

Could there be any connection between the two? This thought suddenly emerged in Ning Ping's mind.

But now is not a good time to delve into it, so let's get through the current difficulties first.

Under the erosion of the terrifying sword intent, the Pill Art was not completely protected.

Upon closer inspection, the sword intent kept trying to cut open the Pill Art, but the Pill Art was extremely tough. Even if it was cut open, it would quickly close automatically and recover as before.