The Path to Becoming Immortal

After being relaxed, Ning Ping also found those strange words in this passage.

"Brother..."

I saw those strange words here again.

This scene made Ning Ping tremble with fear. How high must one's cultivation be to have time to carve words in this ghost place.

However, these words and phrases were basically repeated from before. After a few glances, he did not study them in detail.

Not long after, the fluctuation of another magic weapon was captured by Ning Ping's consciousness. It was a needle-shaped magic weapon, just like his own dragon needle.

If it were not for the fact that the soul merged with the fire spirit and its strength increased greatly this time, it would be difficult to find it in time.

But even so, the needle was too fast and appeared in front of his head in a flash.

Ning Ping was horrified. In a moment of urgency, he combined with the perception of the wind and used all his strength to activate the "Shou Gong Lingxu Step".

At this time, a strange scene appeared. Ning Ping's body shook, leaving a residual image on the spot. When he appeared again, he had already appeared twenty feet away.

The rest of the attacks also all landed in the air.

Seeing this, Ning Ping felt relieved and secretly delighted. It seemed that the scene just now was the performance of the breakthrough of "Shou Gong Ling Xu Bu".

This was not the spatial movement described, but just a performance of the extreme speed.

Of course, it was also found that under such urging, the consumption of Yuanli also increased several times.

Sure enough, in a critical moment, between life and death, it is more conducive to the breakthrough of the cultivator.

The previous life and death fusion with the fire spirit made him break through to the fourth level of the foundation-building period, and now he broke through the body method between life and death.

In addition, he had a sense of wind in the danger of the hurricane before.

This series of experiences also made Ning Ping have some insights in his heart, and he also had another understanding of the future adventures.

The more dangerous you are, the more you can stimulate your desire to survive, and the more you can break through yourself.

Next, Ning Ping continued to become more proficient based on the feeling just now.

Gradually, the whole passage became more and more lively, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless.

But surprisingly, so many weapons were constantly fired, but there was no collision.

Injured, healed, and injured again, his body movements gradually became faster and more skillful.

With proficiency, he became more comfortable in dealing with it, leaving a trail of phantoms among his peers.

And slowly, the number of magic weapons gradually increased, and in the end, all that was fired were magic weapons.

Fortunately, with the blessing of body movements, Ning Ping finally saw the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage was a portal that was constantly rippling like ink, and most of those endless weapons were fired from here.

In a few flashes, Ning Ping decisively passed through this ink door, and then his eyes brightened, and he came to a place that made his eyes bright.

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In front of him was an ancient village, the house type was very different from what he knew, but it was obviously carefully built.

In the village, men and women were walking around doing their own things, and there was even an old woman who looked like a withered woman, staggering.

Is this an illusion? Ning Ping couldn't help but doubt the scene in front of him.

While thinking, he walked towards an old man sitting at the entrance of the village.

"Ning Ping, where have you been again? Have you read all those books thoroughly?" As soon as he approached, the old man raised his head and scolded Ning Ping.

"Ah~ Sir!" Ning Ping looked at the old man in front of him with great surprise. It was his own Sir.

Didn't he die in that fight? Then who is he? What a powerful environment...

On his wrinkled face, there was a playful smile, as if he saw through Ning Ping's sneaking out to play.

"Humph, you kid, come with me to the study." Mr. Hu stood up tremblingly and said without question.

'This is an illusion, so real. ' Ning Ping stared at the only gentleman who took care of him selflessly.

At this time, Ning Ping still knew in his consciousness that the scene in front of him was fake, and the gentleman had died long ago.

But he couldn't help but follow him.

"Second Aunt, Second Uncle?" A group of people dressed in simple village clothes came towards them. They were also the original villagers.

"Ning Ping has been caught by Mr. Hu now. Go to study first. I will call you when the meal is ready."

At this moment, the second aunt looked at him very kindly, like a relative who had taken care of him growing up.

And the second uncle beside him was also shaking his head with a smile, as if he was too naughty.

Ning Ping felt a little touched in his heart, then smiled and nodded, and continued to follow the teacher all the way.

From time to time, he came to a bright study room, and the sunlight outside the window sprinkled on the clean desk.

"Today you have to finish reading this book, ancient language discussion, don't play tricks, I'm here with you."

I saw Mr. Hu sitting on the armchair beside him, leaning on his crutches and closing his eyes to rest.

"Don't worry, sir."

Then a childish voice sounded in the study room, but Ning Ping didn't seem to pay any attention.

The book was memorized smoothly, followed by a warm dinner, Ning Ping was carefully taken care of.

It was late at night.

Lying comfortably on the bed, Ning Ping couldn't help but smile.

I think if there hadn't been that incident, I would be like this now. I'll just treat this as a nostalgic experience.

In a daze, Ning Ping fell asleep comfortably.

The next morning.

Suddenly, Ning Ping woke up with a start, "Oh no, I got up late again today, and I'll be scolded by the teacher again."

In a panic, he put on his clothes and rushed out of the room.

As expected, as soon as he came to the study, Ning Ping was scolded.

But he knew that this was just the teacher's strictness to him, so he just lowered his head and listened carefully.

In this way, Ning Ping was like a carefree child.

Day after day, he settled down in the village.

Other villagers and playmates who were familiar with Ning Ping also got along with Ning Ping in a friendly manner.

Until one day more than ten days later.

Ning Ping, who was reading at night with a candle, suddenly stretched out his hand to wave the candlelight out of boredom.

"Hiss~" Ning Ping's hand was touched by the flame, and he retracted his hand in pain.

Sudden by this stimulation, the Great Evolution Danjing technique in the Yuanshen started to work automatically.

A dark red color appeared in the eyes of the Yuanshen.

Familiar scenes emerged from the depths of his mind from time to time.

"Fire spirit..." Just thinking of this, Ning Ping suddenly looked serious and stared at everything in front of him.

Boom... Countless information came in a stream.

"I am Ning Ping, no longer the Ning Ping in the village." At this moment, his eyes were unusually bright, and his memory was completely restored.

"What a powerful illusion." With lingering fear, the whole world suddenly twisted.

After stabilizing, everything was very different.

Ning Ping looked at everything in front of him with a strange face. This was Chunhui Valley.

"Ning Ping, come and help, if this land is not handled well, we will be finished."

A man in the field next to him wiped his sweat with his sleeves and called out to Ning Ping anxiously.

Looking at the still thin pot in front of him, it was exactly the same as in his memory.

"Guozi, have a safe journey!" Ning Ping said silently in his heart, and then turned and walked away.

"Ning Ping, I'm going to die, where are you going!" Guozi behind him shouted anxiously.

"I'm not Ning Ping in Chunhui Valley either!"

Ning Ping smiled and continued to move forward without looking back.