The Path to Becoming Immortal

I don’t know how long it took.

Nangong Jin’s voice finally disappeared, leaving only a ball of blue flame floating quietly in the air.

Ning Ping just held the spear in his hand and watched quietly.

At this time, Ning Ping also recovered a little and did not fall into a coma again.

“Hehe, why bother!”

With a chuckle, Ning Ping in the furnace suddenly opened his eyes, his feet suddenly stopped, and his body suddenly flew up.

“Boom…”

The heavy furnace was knocked open and fell to the side.

“Yes, the body has recovered, but unfortunately the soul is still too weak!”

Ning Ping looked at his body. There was no immortal energy in his body, but he felt that there was endless strength in his body.

A strong feeling wandered in every corner of his body.

After looking at himself, he looked around and saw that Nangong Jin beside him had turned into a pile of ashes.

Ning Ping's mind moved, and he found a storage bag from the ashes. He used his weak spiritual sense to scan it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and a relieved smile bloomed on his face.

Then, he took a piece of clothing and put it on.

He continued to look outside. At this moment, the flames around him gradually dissipated, and there were many people watching outside.

However, after seeing Ning Ping appear in a weird way, they also fell into a dead silence, with only the occasional crackling sound of the flames around.

"What a Nangong family!"

Ning Ping dressed up and smiled slightly, and walked out in full view of the Nangong family.

It's time to leave here.

"Who are you? Where is my ancestor?"

At this time, a strong man jumped out and blocked Ning Ping.

Ning Ping was too lazy to speak, and raised his hand and punched.

"Boom..."

The person blocking in front of him suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Everyone, kill him! He must have killed our ancestor! Kill!"

"Yes, he has no cultivation. Everyone, come together, don't be afraid!"

"Kill!"

After killing one person with a punch, the opponent finally reacted, and shouts of killing were heard everywhere.

One puppet after another was sacrificed.

A killing spree began. The people of the Nangong family sensed that the opponent had no cultivation, and rushed extremely fiercely.

But Ning Ping was just like that. No matter what magic the opponent used, he only took it with his body.

Then, he punched one punch after another.

The people standing in front of him also turned into a ball of blood mist in these punches, and there was no enemy at all.

Slowly, the people of the Nangong family also reacted, and then they realized that although the opponent had no cultivation, he was not something they could contend with.

So, not long after, they began to flee in all directions.

"Hmm!" At this time, Ning Ping saw a familiar figure among the people fleeing in all directions.

"Others can escape, but you can't!"

Then, his body flashed and disappeared from the spot, and he came to the other side and punched.

"Iron Bull! Spare..."

Before the other side could finish his words, Nangong Jun's whole body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Oh... What a trouble!"

Looking at his body covered with blood, Ning Ping shook his head helplessly.

At this time, the whole surroundings were empty, and there was no one left. Ning Ping simply jumped into a pool and cleaned himself comfortably.

After coming out of the pool, Ning Ping felt refreshed all over again.

Just when Ning Ping was about to leave, he suddenly had an idea and looked to one side by intuition.

A figure also quietly emerged in the bull's head.

Looking up, this person was wearing a blue robe with gold thread, and with the long beard under his chin, he looked dignified and majestic.

Just from the breath, this person's cultivation gave people a feeling of unfathomable depth, at least at present, his spiritual sense could not sense the depth.

So this is the Lord of Chaoyang City! He couldn't help but get nervous.

In fact, it's not that Ning Ping didn't want to leave here as soon as possible, but because he didn't have immortal essence, this little extra effort didn't really have much impact.

And what made Ning Ping helpless was that the Tianyan Ding was still trapped in the star map with his soul, and he couldn't enter at all.

"I am Feng Ziyi, the Lord of Chaoyang City. Did you destroy the Nangong family?"

The other party's faint voice fell into his ears, but there was a feeling that made people dare not disobey, and it was impossible to tell the other party's mood.

"That's right!" Ning Ping smiled, and his muscles began to relax, keeping ready to attack at any time.

"Do you know that Nangong Jin is the elder of my Chaoyang City!"

"Now I know!"

"Well, very good! My Chaoyang City is a place that follows rules!"

"Oh? That's good!" Ning Ping laughed even happier.

"If you break the rules, you have to accept the punishment!"

The Lord of the City Feng Ziyi nodded with satisfaction, and while speaking, he stretched out his hand to Ning Ping from a distance.

Ning Ping moved, kicked his feet, and disappeared instantly.

He pushed away the surging immortal energy in front of him, rushed to the opponent, and threw a punch that had been ready for a long time without hesitation.

"Hey, it's interesting!"

Feng Ziyi's eyes lit up slightly, and his hand continued to move forward, grabbing the punch that was coming.

"Boom..."

The two of them shook violently at the same time, but neither of them took a step back.

"It's really interesting!"

Feng Ziyi's eyes lit up again, and the same words were full of shock at this moment.

Because he clearly sensed that the opponent was only relying on physical strength at this time, and there was not even a trace of Yuanli or Xianyuan in his body.

Being able to fight with him with his physical body was enough to make the opponent proud.

"Haha!" Feng Ziyi suddenly laughed, changing his previous calm appearance.

As soon as the laughter stopped, his palm slightly spit out, Ning Ping felt a huge force rushing towards him, and he retreated several steps unable to resist.

"I said, my Chaoyang City is a place where rules are followed!"

After saying that, Feng Ziyi raised his hand again and grabbed Ning Ping from a distance.

Ning Ping was about to raise his hand to punch again, but suddenly felt a strange force appearing all over his body.

"He..." Ning Ping shouted in a low voice, trying to raise his fist.

But even though his muscles were bulging high, his fist was only raised to the same height as his shoulder, and he could no longer move a bit.

This force was very strange and extremely tough, like a thousand threads pulling at him at the same time.

Ning Ping seemed to have a familiar feeling. After a while, his heart moved slightly-the law of cause and effect!

However, it was not completely similar to the law of cause and effect, but more like the so-called rules in the other party's mouth.

"Not bad! It really looks like an iron bull!"

Feng Ziyi grinned, revealing a happy smile, and then his eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to grab Ning Ping again.

The storage bag in Ning Ping's arms flew out directly and fell into the other party's hands.

Feng Ziyi grabbed Nangong Jin's storage bag and smiled at Ning Ping.

"This is not yours!"