The Path to Becoming Immortal

A faint breath also passed from his hand into his soul.

"......"

In a trance, Ning Ping seemed to hear a whisper. He wanted to distinguish it carefully, but it was nowhere to be found.

The whisper seemed to be narrating a kind of unwillingness, mixed with a kind of comfort.

It seemed that with his gentle caress, the owner of the bones was relieved.

Ning Ping didn't like this feeling very much. He felt more grief and endless sorrow.

"Hua La..."

Finally, the bones seemed to have run out of power and stopped whispering. The original white jade turned gray and turned into a pile of ashes with a slight sound.

"Why am I like this...?"

Ning Ping also woke up at this time. When he looked up, he found that he was in tears and his heart was aching.

He didn't hear anything clearly, but it seemed like he was empathizing with someone telling a tragic story.

Ning Ping hated this feeling, as if he had been forced to suffer a period of sadness for no reason, and there was no way to avoid it.

But he did not hate that skeleton, but felt deep sympathy for it, and even wanted to know more about it.

This was an extremely complicated emotion.

Ning Ping looked up at the countless dead trees around him, and a chill rose in his heart.

Although the God-killing Curse had calmed down, the slight induction told him that under each dead tree, there was a skeleton like this.

"So many people died... Who are they?"

Ning Ping murmured in his mouth, and a murderous intent was unconsciously gathering.

Could this be what the Qinglan Immortal Emperor did?

Immortal... Humph!

After a cold snort, Ning Ping did not continue digging, and directly flashed and continued to rush into the depths of the living wood forest.

As he went deeper, the originally thick white fog gradually became thinner.

Not long after, suddenly there was nothing in front of him, the white fog completely disappeared, and the front was desolate, and the death aura was even thicker, as if.

At the end of his sight, a large area of ​​huge wooden pillars of different heights appeared, like giant swords piercing the sky.

But it was obvious that these wooden pillars had long been rotten, as if they were the real source of the dead air.

When he got closer, he saw that the wooden pillars were connected to each other at the bottom, and they were actually a whole, which was actually an extremely huge wooden stake.

Ning Ping was extremely surprised when he saw it. This was where the original Qiwu tree was.

But the Qiwu tree, which was originally lush and leafy, turned out to be a rotten wooden stake in front of him.

It seems that this is what the Qiwu tree looks like now.

Then, Ning Ping's eyes stared at the ground fiercely.

The magical Qiwu tree roots would not disappear too!

Thinking of this, Ning Ping's soul immediately walked out and drilled into the ground.

After a long time, Ning Ping slowly opened his eyes, and his face was also ugly at the moment.

The Qiwu tree roots deep underground are now gone and nowhere to be found.

The entire underground was filled with a thick aura of death, just like the Qiwu tree, which had reached the end of its life.

"What a pity, it seems that I still have no chance to get the treasure!"

After a careful look, Ning Ping had no choice but to give up.

He looked up at the top of his head with great regret. There was originally a sword mark that spanned the entire space, but now the terrifying sword mark was hidden behind the clear sky.

It is very likely that the roots of the Qiwu tree were also destroyed by that terrifying sword, and then after countless years, it exhausted all its energy and became the rotten appearance it is today.

Ning Ping retreated, but did not return the same way, but took a detour.

The direction of travel was exactly the place where the withered vine master in the illusion had been lingering after being cursed by the dead spirit.

As soon as he approached that area, Ning Ping did not find any difference.

As far as the eye could see, there were still countless dead trees that had already dried up.

Ning Ping carefully explored and did not move here at all.

There was no trace of the withered vine master here, and he thought that maybe that guy was waiting for his group to take the bait at the treasure pavilion.

Not long after, Ning Ping suddenly caught a strange breath.

Life!

In this place full of dead air, there was a trace of life. Ning Ping came to a thick dead tree in a flash.

This extremely obscure sound came from under the dead tree.

As a soul quietly drilled into the ground, Ning Ping's face suddenly showed enlightenment.

Deep underground, there was a tree root, which was wrapped in the rotten outer skin, but it was extremely full of vitality.

It was precisely because of the existence of the rotten outer skin that the breath of vitality inside was covered tightly.

What surprised Ning Ping even more was that this tree root that exuded vitality was not originally owned by the dead tree, but was moved here by someone.

After a careful sense, the tree root actually has a similar aura to the withered stick in the hand of the withered vine master.

It seems that this scene should be the work of the withered vine master.

Then, after a careful search, more tree roots with vitality were found one after another.

And they were arranged in the form of a formation, and a large formation was actually built here.

After a brief deduction, the effect of this formation is simple, which is to stimulate the vitality of all these roots.

"Huh... What does this guy want to do?"

Looking at this scene, Ning Ping was still quite surprised. In this place full of death, a large formation that can breed powerful vitality was set up.

No matter how you look at it, it has a weird feeling.

This reminds Ning Ping of the sacrifice of the demon clan before.

It is not difficult to understand why the dead vine master could delay for so long in the illusion before, and later even stopped him from leaving.

Ning Ping carefully wrote down this formation, and then started to be busy again.

Finally, he carefully swept away the remaining breath of himself, and then flew away with satisfaction.

After a while, the figures of Hu Buwei and others who kept looking in the distance fell into his eyes.

"How is Ning Ping? Did you gain anything?"

As soon as he approached, Hu Buwei asked with a sparkling look.

For him, a little danger is not a big deal, what matters is what treasures he gets.

Kong Lingzi, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ning Ping.

"No! It's dead silent inside, let's go!" Ning Ping shook his head with a hint of bitterness, not wanting to talk too much about the scene inside.

Maybe if he talked too much, it would arouse their curiosity.

"Ah, there really is nothing good! Let's go, we've wasted so much time here!"

When they heard this, they were immediately disappointed, and Hu Buwei didn't even want to stay any longer.