The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Don't play such low-level tricks in front of me! Even now, you still want to use your poison pill to make me fall for it, haha!!! You think too much! Don't let me look down on you."

Luo Kun Xianjun stared at Ning Ping with disdain and shook his head, thinking that he was a fool.

His backhand of seizing the body was also preserved because he was far away from the magic weapon and used some means.

How could he easily take risks now?

He was more certain in his heart that Ning Ping was now at the end of his tricks.

"Really don't want to take a look? Then it's up to you!"

Ning Ping shrugged, looking indifferent and regretful.

That's right, there are still remnants of the evil vein pill in the formation of the magic weapon, and the fire spirit soul noticed this as soon as it entered.

This is also due to the relatively closed space in the formation space.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't seem to be interested in integrating into the magic weapon to explore, and seemed to be afraid to avoid it.

As for telling the other party everything, it was naturally to delay some time.

In addition, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, whether the other party says these or not, the meaning is actually the same.

As long as the other party is dead, then naturally no one will know these.

As for his unfortunate death in the next battle, the entire cultivation world will be his.

By then, no one will be spared anyway, no matter whether he knows it or not.

"Okay! There is no point in talking more, don't think about delaying time, this time, I will never let you survive in the world!"

At this time, realizing that Ning Ping was suspected of deliberately delaying time, Luo Kun Xianjun was also ready to start, so as not to have more dreams at night.

"You are so anxious to kill me! Aren't you really curious about why I am so calm?"

Ning Ping did not give up and continued to tempt.

Although the other party only had a trace of residual soul, and it was a body that was taken over, this was his magic weapon space. Under the power of the magic weapon, his strength was naturally not to be underestimated.

As long as his soul was contaminated with a trace of the power of the evil vein pill again, even if he did not die, his strength would be greatly damaged again.

"You know what? You are too confident and impulsive! Do you think you can come here by your ability? If I don't let you in, do you think you can come here?"

Luo Kun Xianjun shook his head speechlessly, looking at Ning Ping with pity in his eyes.

"Hmph! I have already expected that you must want to take advantage of my strength when I am greatly weakened, but what I didn't expect is that you came in alone..."

"Haha! I didn't expect that I would come in alone, and I almost killed all of you, right!"

Ning Ping directly lifted the other party's fig leaf.

"Hmph... Just some lowly servants! As long as you give me some time, you can have as many as you want! Just some garbage died, do you think I will feel sorry for them?"

Luo Kun Xianjun snorted coldly, and a murderous intent emerged from his body, and his momentum began to rise rapidly.

As for whether he cares or not, only he himself can know.

However, this is enough to show that this person is cold-hearted. Perhaps the attitude of the immortals in the upper world towards the lower world or mortals is like this.

"Okay! It's good that you don't feel sorry. Then it seems that you have to thank me for helping you deal with so many wastes!"

"Stop talking nonsense! This battle will come eventually!"

From the beginning to the end, Luo Kun Xianjun firmly believed that Ning Ping was delaying time because he was afraid of death.

However, this is indeed true, but delaying time has another purpose.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed to not allow him to continue delaying.

As soon as the voice fell, the ubiquitous spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him continuously condensed on Luo Kun Xianjun.

At a certain moment, Luo Kun Xianjun's eyes suddenly condensed, and an unimaginable strong pressure rushed straight down to Ning Ping.

"Hmph!"

But Ning Ping snorted coldly. It was just pressure. Could he, an immortal, be stronger than Qinglan Xiandi?

However, immediately afterwards, Ning Ping noticed something wrong.

At this moment, Luo Kun Xianjun, like a god, looked at Ning Ping indifferently, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

The pressure he exerted was like a kind of magic. An invisible and powerful pressure directly rushed through his body and rushed to his soul.

Ning Ping immediately felt that his soul was squeezed and torn by a terrifying invisible force, and even felt like it was about to collapse.

At this moment, countless runes suddenly emerged on the soul, and quickly connected into a whole, instantly spreading throughout the soul.

Soul Control Pill Art!

As soon as the Soul Control Pill Art emerged, the soul that was still violently fluctuating just now immediately became extremely solid.

In this way, the whole body immediately became lighter, and the extremely terrifying pressure just now was just not uncomfortable at this moment.

"Hey! Soul Magic! Impossible..."

At this time, Luo Kun Xianjun on the opposite side suddenly exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

Soul Magic? ! !

This new term was immediately captured by Ning Ping.

Could it be that the Soul Control Pill Art is the soul magic he mentioned? Isn't this a special pill art used for refining pills?

However, Ning Ping instantly remembered the scene in the Sword Edge Canyon on the Ancient Sword Star.

At the beginning, it was because of the Soul Control Pill Art that he was able to escape danger.

At that time, under the extremely dangerous situation, he also integrated all the alchemy formulas together, and he had a new understanding of this.

Now it seems that this soul-controlling alchemy formula is indeed not a simple alchemy formula. I am afraid that the more important thing is the word "control".

It is also the soul magic that the other party mentioned.

Ning Ping naturally wanted to understand this, so he asked in a deep voice.

"What is the soul magic?"

Hearing Ning Ping's question, Luo Kun Xianjun stared at Ning Ping with a complicated face, and the greed in his eyes became stronger.

"Since you are about to fall, I might as well tell you!"

Think about it. Everything on this kid is yours, and you can replace the other party's luck. Anyway, this person is bound to be killed, so what's wrong with telling him.

"After crossing the tribulation to become an immortal, the main purpose of cultivation is to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth and find their origins. The physical body is secondary, so the importance of the soul is becoming more and more prominent. As long as the soul is not extinguished, it is almost difficult to fall!"

Hearing the other party's words, Ning Ping himself has a deep understanding of the fact that it is difficult for immortals to fall.

Not only the Immortal Lord Luo Kun, but also the Immortal Emperor Qinglan and his three disciples.

It’s just that the Immortal Emperor Qinglan and his disciples are a little bit off in terms of luck, especially the Immortal Emperor Qinglan, who is just one step away from recovering his memory.

Not to mention the Immortal Emperor Yuntian Wu Chuxun, who has even been reincarnated.