The Path to Becoming Immortal

At this moment, Luo Kunxianjun suddenly shot out a ray of madness in his eyes, and his whole body was shining again.

A terrifying aura also emanated from his body!

"Huh!"

Ning Ping was slightly startled. From the other party's words, it was clear that Luo Kunxianjun was going to fight to the death.

Because from the attack just now, he should feel that he can't deal with him, so instead of letting the holy land give in, it's better to drag him to death.

In the last monument battle, Luo Kunxianjun was backfired by the heavenly way. I can hear that. Combined with the scene in front of me, the other party should want to use the power far beyond this world to wipe me out.

If it was before, I might still panic, but not now.

"Humph!!! It's too late! Unfortunately, I have prepared the God-killing Curse you have been thinking about for a long time. By the way, I forgot to tell you that this is called ---- God-killing Spear!"

While speaking, Ning Ping suddenly condensed a dead gray spear covered with strange runes in his palm, and then threw it out without hesitation.

As the God-Slaying Spear was thrown out, Ning Ping quickly became thinner and shrunken, as if all the energy and spirit in his body were instantly drained away.

"No..."

As soon as Luo Kun Xianjun saw the spear that frightened him, he was shocked and his aura that had just gathered loosened.

It was as if he had encountered the thing he feared most in the world, and he didn't even have the thought of resisting from the bottom of his heart.

The God-Slaying Spear flashed and easily pierced Luo Kun Xianjun's body.

The spear dragged a transparent soul, and the spear tip pierced steadily in the air.

On the spear shaft, a terrified soul was struggling helplessly and quickly weakened.

"Remember! Don't mess with me again! Don't mess with the cultivation world! This is not the place for you!"

Ning Ping looked at the other party calmly, but his eyes were shining, indicating that he was also very excited.

Hearing Ning Ping's words, Luo Kun Xianjun's eyes showed a begging expression, as if he wanted Ning Ping to take back the spear that pierced his soul.

Unfortunately, he himself was a remnant soul, and he had not recovered much in a hundred years. In a blink of an eye, his consciousness fell into a blur.

At the moment when the other party's soul disappeared, Ning Ping saw a strong regret in his eyes.

"What are you regretting?"

Whether it is regretting trying to get involved in the world of cultivation, or regretting not trying to wipe it out with all his strength at the first time, it is unknown.

In Ning Ping's opinion, it should be the latter!

Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, everything is so coincidental! If the sky wants you to die, you have to die!

Is it... really God's will? Or, is this luck?

For a moment, Ning Ping stared at the place where the other party disappeared, feeling lost.

Suddenly, Ning Ping frowned slightly.

This is not for anything else, but because he thought that the other party was a clone.

Even ants try to survive, not to mention that the other party is a clone with personal consciousness.

If it was his original body, facing such a situation, he might have been ready to abandon this clone and kill himself with the sword.

And it is precisely because he is a clone, and he has his own considerations that he has been unable to make a decision and use the power beyond his own world to wipe himself out.

Because the result of using such power is to be wiped out by the way of heaven.

What if one day he faces such a situation, what will his clone choose?

"Forget it, let's talk about it later!"

Watching the God-Slaying Spear quietly disappear in the air, Ning Ping was too lazy to think about it anymore, and put it in his heart first, and think about it later.

"You should be dead now! What a trouble..."

The divine consciousness no longer detected any breath of Luo Kun Xianjun, and the mountain that had been pressing on Ning Ping's heart for thousands of years fell steadily.

Luo Kun Xianjun's clone is dead! He is really dead!

Everything has been settled, and the entire cultivation world has no more worries!

All the haze and worries that had shrouded my heart before were instantly dissipated.

An indescribable sense of joy instantly spread throughout my body.

"Ah..."

An extremely joyful long roar suddenly sounded throughout the airspace.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of weakness also emerged from all parts of Ning Ping's body.

This battle was extremely difficult. First, the Yuanli was exhausted, and now the physical body has been directly beaten to a state of exhaustion.

The originally tense spirit relaxed, and the originally suppressed injuries also completely burst out.

"Hmph..."

Ning Ping groaned, his feet softened, and he could no longer support himself, and he fell down directly.

An irresistible sleepiness instantly swept every corner of his body.

But unfortunately, this place is now like a dead place, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely scarce.

Just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep, Ning Ping's eyes flashed with difficulty.

"It's not time to relax completely!"

I have to recover quickly, that guy actually wants to take me on the road together.

Then the Red Light Eclipse Sun Wheel, the life-saving magic weapon of the Immortal Lord Luo Kun, should still be able to play the role of positioning.

Glancing at his now withered body, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Then, he raised his hand with difficulty and waved it lightly, and a teleportation array fell to the ground with a bang.

The array was already filled with spirit stones, which was Ning Ping's only way out, so no matter how bad the situation was, Ning Ping had been holding back and not using it.

This little extra spiritual stone would not help this battle, and Ning Ping would certainly not do such a stupid thing that would cut off his own retreat.

Ning Ping resisted the urge to take a nap and moved to the array plate with difficulty.

As a spell was cast, a beam of light shot up into the sky, and Ning Ping's figure suddenly disappeared.

The center of the monument array.

Hu Buwei and others had been waiting bitterly, and no one had practiced.

Ding Xiuyue was even more so, and had been paying close attention to the unique aura of Ning Ping on the jade slip.

Over the past few months, the aura on the jade slip has become weaker and weaker, and it was almost inaudible in the end.

However, no one present said anything.

Because they knew that no matter what they said, it would be of no help to Ning Ping in the holy land, and it would also cause him to lose his composure.

And just now, the aura on the jade slip weakened again, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

There is no doubt that with such an abnormality, Ning Ping, who was at the other end of the teleportation array, was probably in great danger, so he became weak again.

Ding Xiuyue glanced at everyone calmly and found that everyone was staring at the jade slip seriously, all showing an extremely solemn expression.

So he said softly helplessly.

"Mr. Hu! Fellow Daoist Dian, open the monument array!"