The Path to Becoming Immortal

In the fantasy world, after a desperate battle with the withered vine master, he used this living wood forest to temporarily suspend his death curse.

And there is no doubt that his cultivation strength is also closely related to this place.

"Look, he definitely entered this place, and it seems that he walked out of this place unscathed! And he got some opportunities here..."

Ning Ping persuaded him earnestly, and Kong Lingzi's eyes moved.

"But..." But after thinking for a while, he still looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, don't worry! I just took a look, I still cherish my life very much, and I dare not go into danger without certainty! I will be back soon..."

Ning Ping struck while the iron was hot, and after saying that, he set off and secretly winked at Hu Buwei.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Just when Kong Lingzi woke up and wanted to stop him, Hu Buwei grabbed him.

"Brother Kong Ling, we just need to wait here! Don't worry, he will be fine. This kid is so smart!"

While they were tugging and tugging, Ning Ping had already turned into a beam of light and rushed towards the terrifying living wood forest they talked about.

The closer he got, the thicker the death aura became, and even his own vitality was constantly fading away.

Fortunately, Ning Ping had already initially comprehended the law of life and death. With a little circulation of his energy, the feeling of fading vitality disappeared.

At this time, Ning Ping thought in his heart, no wonder that the withered vine master could run rampant here. With his understanding of the law of life, it was naturally no problem.

As he approached the living wood forest, a breeze swept by inadvertently.

With this breeze, some dead trees in front of him began to sway slightly, as if they were slowly waking up.

As Ning Ping stepped into the living wood forest, the nearby dead trees seemed to come alive, swaying the remaining dead branches and hugging him directly.

At this time, Ning Ping's soul was suddenly turbulent for no reason.

After careful analysis, it turned out that it was the God-killing Curse that was surging in his soul.

Ning Ping suppressed his surprise, dodged, and flew directly into the inside.

Not long after, in a few flashes, Ning Ping disappeared in the depths of the living wood forest.

"This... Will little friend Ning be okay?" Kong Lingzi, who was watching from a distance, murmured with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry! He will be fine."

Although Hu Buwei said this at this moment, he was still a little bit unsure in his heart, but he couldn't lose his temper at this time.

As Ning Ping went deeper, the figures of the people behind him could no longer be seen under the cover of the white fog.

He was also surrounded by dead trees at this time.

Compared with the airtight living wood forest in the illusion, the dead trees now, even with the numerous dead branches, seemed sparse.

It was also very easy to hide.

This is limited to those who have comprehended the law of speed and have profound body movements.

In fact, the power of the dead wood is many times higher than that of the Forgotten Swamp. Each attack is comparable to the full force of a late-stage fusion cultivator.

And this is just one attack. There are countless dead trees here. The horror is that they are continuous. Who can stop them?

What's more, there is no benefit here, and life is constantly lost after entering it.

In this way, the cultivator is willing to come here to ask for trouble, so he will naturally stay away.

As for the confusing formation, for Ning Ping at the moment, it has no blocking effect at all.

Having had the experience in the Forgotten Swamp before, he saw through this formation with a little deduction.

This also shows that the Forgotten Swamp is indeed from the same source as this place.

Remembering that when he was in the Forgotten Swamp before, when he was entangled by the dead wood, he used the Tianyan Ding to escape.

Thinking of this, Ning Ping flipped his hand and the Tianyan Ding was sacrificed in front of him.

After the initial repair, Tianyan Ding is no longer interested in the dead air and does not absorb any of it.

But the suppression of this place still has an effect.

After the breath of Tianyan Ding spread, all the dead trees stopped and returned to their original state.

After seeing that these dead trees no longer interfered, Ning Ping began to study.

At this moment, the God-killing Curse in his soul was still surging, as if it had encountered some stimulation.

Sensing the fluctuations of the God-killing Curse, Ning Ping looked down suddenly.

That's right, the God-killing Curse pointed to the ground, to be precise, the roots under the dead trees.

At a glance, the ground was all black, which was the rotten branches and leaves, and below was the soil that was dried up to be extremely hard.

It was difficult for Ning Ping to penetrate the soil below, and he flipped his hand and grabbed the Xuanyue Sword in his palm.

Then, with a thought, the Xuanyue Sword began to fly up and down and began to dig downwards.

The direction of the digging was to dig obliquely under the dead tree.

After a while, Ning Ping's face moved slightly, and he felt something strange from the Xuanyue Sword. There was something underneath.

Carefully, a huge, ten-foot-deep pit was dug out, revealing the things inside.

"Skeleton!"

Looking closely, there was a pale skeleton inside. Even though it had been buried deep underground for who knows how many years, it was still as white as jade.

With a little identification, it was not difficult to see that this was a female skeleton. The specific cultivation level could not be seen, but from the bones, it could be seen that the previous body must have been extremely strong.

The skeleton now looked like it was curled up with its knees hugged, as if it had struggled desperately before death, and finally, after all its efforts were in vain, it hugged its knees and waited for death to come.

At the moment when the skeleton was seen, the God-Slaying Curse suddenly stopped surging, as if it was also staring quietly like Ning Ping.

Looking at the skeleton at the bottom of the pit, a sense of sadness and desolation inexplicably emerged from Ning Ping's heart.

With this sadness, unconsciously, mist even rose from the corners of his eyes.

"Huh... Who are they? Why are they buried here!"

Sensing his unprecedented feelings, Ning Ping took a deep breath, and the condensed mist in his eyes flashed and dissipated immediately, turning into a clear and bright scene again.

Ning Ping had no idea about these questions, but since the God-Slaying Curse had a reaction, why not let the God-Slaying Curse try it.

So with a thought, a soul with a strange aura condensed directly, and it flashed into the bottom of the deep pit.

What made Ning Ping extremely strange was that as soon as this soul containing the God-killing Curse approached the skeleton, it actually felt a sense of familiarity.

This feeling was very ethereal, but extremely clear, and there was an illusion that the skeleton would never harm him.

Ning Ping suppressed the doubts in his heart, and the soul directly raised his hand and gently touched it.