The Path to Becoming Immortal

At this moment, Ning Ping looked at the body that he had cut off and found it extremely beautiful.

He even felt that the sword was too delicate, so he deliberately changed it to a long sword and wielded it wantonly.

He began to try to start from different angles with a purpose, and to kill quickly - and torture.

For example, he deliberately cut off the limbs of the people in front of him and watched them wriggle helplessly in front of him.

Cut off their chins to see if they can still shout the sound of fighting.

Cut off half of the opponent's head to see how far they can walk.

Cut open their abdomen to see how long the intestines can be pulled out.

Use your body skills to jump into the crowd to see how many targets you can kill with one sword and where your limit is.

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Enjoy their screams, their cries, their despair, their dying struggles…

Ning Ping killed to his heart's content, and kept imagining how to torture all the creatures in front of him.

At this moment, his eyes were already occupied by a blood-red color, emitting a strange light.

He had been avoiding the blood, but now he let it fall on himself.

He would use his speed to smash the people or monsters in front of him, and the blood and flesh would fly all over the sky.

He tasted the blood and enjoyed the excitement of the blood.

Kill~

Kill~

Kill~

As the killing continued, only the word "kill" remained in Ning Ping's mind.

Time seemed to not exist here at all, only numb killing, day after day, year after year.

He killed from the city to the outside of the city, to the wilderness, to the plains, to places he had never seen before.

Second Aunt rushed over, kill!

Sir staggered, kill!

Hua Wenyao had too many pimples, he deserved to be killed!

Feng Qiaoyun was fickle, he deserved to be killed!

Guozi was too thin, he deserved to be killed!

Gu Qing was too fat, he deserved to be killed!

Yun Xingzu didn't try to stop me, he deserved to be killed!

…………

One by one, familiar people appeared and fell under Ning Ping's knife.

His green clothes had turned blood red under the blood, and some corners that had long been dried up were tinged with a frightening black.

At this time, his soul had turned black, like ink, like a black hole, emitting a weirdness, as if he wanted to devour everything.

Only the eyes on his soul, the color left after devouring the fire spirit, were the last trace of consciousness.

At this moment, Qingqing, Shen Qingyao, and another woman in white appeared in front of Ning Ping.

Killing them would achieve the final perfection.

Suddenly, Ning Ping's raised long knife paused slightly and hesitated...

At this moment, the Tianyan Ding suddenly rotated spontaneously, and the strange black energy in his soul was instantly sucked into it.

Ning Ping was stunned, and the blood red in his eyes also recovered a trace of clarity.

He also put away the knife in his hand, and looked at the wave of monks and monsters roaring and rushing in front of him, and his body retreated quickly.

‘What happened to me…’ While retreating quickly, he looked around, and the tragic scene made Ning Ping jump with fear.

“Hmph~”

As soon as he came to his senses, a boundless fatigue emerged in his soul, and he felt dizzy and almost fell down.

Looking inward, he found that the power of his soul had reached the bottom at this moment, and it had been consumed long ago.

Then the scene of killing appeared in his mind again.

“Possessed by the devil, so dangerous! Fortunately, I stopped in time.”

Ning Ping thought with lingering fear, and also remembered the ‘black ink’ in his soul.

‘What is that? Demon? Heavenly demon?’ He kept thinking about some of the experiences of his predecessors that he had learned before.

But he still couldn’t figure it out.

However, the situation at the moment did not allow Ning Ping to think about it carefully, and the killing sounds around him were deafening, and they kept chasing him.

Ning Ping frowned slightly, and could not kill any more. He felt deeply afraid of this formation.

He felt that as long as he started killing, he might fall into it unknowingly.

Suddenly, he had an idea, and Ning Ping stood still. He activated the technique to cover his whole body with the Void Shield.

Countless attacks hit him instantly.

As expected, although a huge attack came, causing his body to tremble violently, all attacks were blocked.

This was exactly what Ning Ping had inferred. With the increase and decrease of one, he could easily kill everyone in front of him. This was the way to arouse the killing thoughts in his heart.

The attacks kept coming, and Ning Ping kept his mind focused and motionless. Later, he simply sat cross-legged and began to recover the bottom of his soul power.

At this moment, with the activation of the soul technique, the soul power also recovered quickly, and the effect was much better than usual.

Ning Ping was delighted. This was similar to the increase in cultivation speed after consuming all the Yuanli.

After a long time, Ning Ping had completely entered into a state of meditation and gradually forgot about the seemingly endless attacks.

However, it was unknown how long it would take for the Yuanshen power to be completely restored.

After recovering a little, he was interrupted by the abnormality around him. He opened his eyes and found that everything had disappeared.

Including the bloody scene on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Ning Ping let out a long breath with lingering fear, and then entered the sea of ​​consciousness to check the Tianyan Ding.

As soon as he entered the Tianyan Ding, he found a ball of black and strange liquid-like thing in it.

Thinking that this thing almost caused him to go crazy, he stepped back slightly with a sense of sympathy.

However, the worry was obviously unnecessary. At this moment, the ball of black ink was like a good baby, twisting slowly, looking harmless.

Even so, the breath it exuded was cold, which made people unconsciously want to integrate into it.

After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what it was.

At this time, Mr. Hu hadn't woken up yet, so he should be able to recognize this thing.

Suddenly, he felt waves coming from outside his body. He withdrew his consciousness and saw that the space twisted again.

As soon as he recovered, Ning Ping was surprised by the scene in front of him.

This is a huge closed stone chamber with a circular magic circle at one end of the stone chamber.

What surprised Ning Ping was that there were two people staring at him blankly at the side.

One was a woman in white who was very familiar to him, and the other was the old man in gray who had met him twice before.

But what surprised Ning Ping was that the woman in white was being controlled by the old woman and pinned against the stone wall.

But her eyes looked as if she wanted to eat him alive, staring at him fiercely, but she seemed unable to speak.

The old woman also stared at him curiously with her eyes wide open.

Yes, there was curiosity in her eyes.

"You also want to rob me?"

The old woman said to Ning Ping innocently on her face as old as orange peel.

After hearing this, Ning Ping felt a chill in his heart. You~you are a girl...