The Path to Becoming Immortal

One after the other, a group of cultivators flew south without stopping.

"I say, why don't you stop talking about me and go back."

One day, Ning Ping couldn't help it and turned his head to persuade them kindly. It was boring to continue the stalemate.

"Don't worry, we have enough pills. I don't know if you have enough."

Yun Xingzu's face did not show any anger at this moment. He was very calm. The two seemed to have returned to their previous state.

"Enough, don't worry."

When Ning Ping said this, he was actually very guilty. This was why he didn't dare to try to take the initiative again.

That is, the pills have been used up and there are only a few pills for taking during meditation.

And there are only a few pills for recovery. Thinking about the need to deal with some unknown dangers, he had to use them sparingly.

Fortunately, with the proficiency of the "Shougong Lingxu Step" these days, he was able to maintain his balance while flying with the integrated flying sword and taking the Zengyuan Pill for daily training to slowly recover.

"That's good, I was afraid that you didn't have enough. By the way, the Forgotten Swamp is ahead. You've thought about it, or you can go back with me. I promise not to kill you, and my sister is still thinking about you."

Yun Xingzu smiled when he mentioned the Forgotten Swamp.

This scene also fell into Ning Ping's consciousness.

"Oh, is the Forgotten Swamp dangerous?" Ning Ping's heart moved, and while the other party was talking about sex, he also wanted to know more.

Unexpectedly, Yun Xingzu was speechless and blinked when he heard it. I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person in front of me. I am chasing you now, okay.

"Don't want to say it! Then forget it, anyway, you will know when you get there."

Ning Ping smiled embarrassedly, feeling that the other party's talk about sex seemed not as high as he imagined.

At this time, Yun Xingzu was silent for a while, and said calmly.

"Ning Ping, I admit that you are indeed very difficult, but the Forgotten Swamp is not a place you can set foot in. Come back with me, I just need to know some of what I want, and we can even cooperate in the future."

Listening to these heartfelt words, Ning Ping almost turned his head and agreed, and was speechless in his heart.

"Why, you don't want to avenge your brother and those fellows who died tragically in Guangming City?"

"Humph, only those who are alive are worthy of being alive... As long as you nod." Yun Xingzu heard it and said coldly.

"This sounds much more pleasant," Ning Ping nodded, and added, "It's better than before. But I want to make my own decisions about my own affairs."

"What a pity..."

Then both sides fell into the blind rush.

Day after day, a month passed like this.

Just when Ning Ping was about to turn his head and fight to the death, suddenly a dark sky appeared.

In shock, compared with the map jade slip, it turned out that the front was the Forgotten Swamp.

As we got closer, the darkness gradually became clearer.

It turned out that the area in front of us was completely covered by a layer of light fog that blocked the sunlight.

This light fog extended upwards, just like when a rainstorm came, and the dark clouds made it dark.

When he got closer, Ning Ping also stopped with a serious face.

The Forgotten Swamp in front of him and the grassland behind him were like two different worlds.

On one side was lush and vibrant under the bright sun, while on the other side was muddy and dead under the turbid air.

Thinking of Yun Xingzu's words before, Ning Ping was also in a state of anxiety at the moment, but it would be a joke to say that he would follow him.

Thinking of this, Ning Ping resolutely flew in.

But at this time, a strange scene appeared. The flying sword seemed to have lost its floating effect. No matter how Ning Ping controlled it, it finally fell back to the ground.

'No-fly restriction. ' Ning Ping immediately judged that the entire area of ​​the Forgotten Swamp was covered by the no-fly ban.

After trying for a while, he found that he could only rely on his body skills to float slightly above the swamp.

He could only jump a few feet into the air, and the energy consumption was huge. Even with such a strong and pure energy, he could only maintain it for an hour at most.

Moreover, under the induction, even the spiritual consciousness was suppressed very severely. The original range of the spiritual consciousness outside could reach dozens of miles.

But here it can only extend dozens of feet away. The spiritual consciousness can only sense a thick fog in the sky dozens of feet away, but it is better than what the naked eye can see.

"Ning Ping, stop! I'll give you one last chance. If you go deep into it, you may never have a chance to come out."

At this time, Yun Xingzu and his group followed in, and the flying boat was also put away, standing faintly in the direction of the battle formation.

Ning Ping saw this and was immediately happy. Apart from anything else, in this Forgotten Swamp, the advantage of his body skills was once again magnified.

"Haha, I appreciate your kindness. Goodbye. If you are not afraid of death, follow me."

Ning Ping smiled slightly, and then flew deeper with determination.

"This damn guy, come on, follow me!" Yun Xingzu frowned slightly, waved his hand and followed him.

A group of people rushed in one after another.

Ning Ping, who was walking in front, also kept an eye on the movements behind him, and deliberately controlled the speed to a level that they could keep up with.

If nothing else, at least Yun Xingzu seemed to know something about this place, and if there was any abnormality, he could at least take advantage of it.

Then Ning Ping also noticed the abnormality of this place.

It was depressing and dull, dark and dark, and there was no living creature found here.

There was sewage all over the ground, and slowly there were some pale dead trees with their bark long gone.

Looking over, there were more and more in the distance, and there were rotten grass and branches under his feet.

Looking at the scene in front of him, perhaps a few years ago, this place was also a lush forest.

Except for a few more dead trees, everything else was exactly the same.

But the strange thing was that it was supposed to be lifeless here, and no new vegetation grew. It should have rotted into mud after so long.

After thinking for a long time, Ning Ping was also puzzled, but as time went by, a strange idea slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

‘Forget~’ Maybe this is why it is called the Forgotten Swamp. It seems that there is a feeling that time has been forgotten here.

Depression, silence, lifelessness... Everywhere reveals a sense of death. Since there is death, time certainly has no meaning.

Ning Ping suppressed the chill that occasionally rose in his heart. He found that Yun Xingzu and the others behind him were more cautious than he was, but they still followed him.

He didn't know what they were guarding against. Ning Ping was also very puzzled by this.