The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Then how is this used?" Ning Ping felt excited.

"What are you using the Samadhi True Fire for? Of course the fire is used to refine elixirs. By the way, why don't you take advantage of such a good place? You should go and restore the power of the soul first."

At this time, Mr. Hu also got back to the topic.

"Where can I recover? This place is so big."

When Ning Ping heard about this fire spirit, he had no choice but to go back and study it again, but he was still very excited in his heart.

Unexpectedly, before I reached the Golden Core stage, I would have the abilities of some Golden Core monks.

"You're so stupid. It's just that big tree. It contains endless vitality, which is of great benefit to the monks."

"Ah~, this..." Ning Ping suddenly realized why he had ignored this.

To be honest, I have never checked the big tree carefully. The main reason is that Yan Xinghe.

It felt like this big tree was being transformed by him, and I couldn't bear to disturb it.

"You will know in the past. Go quickly, don't delay." In his mind, Mr. Hu began to urge.

So Ning Ping pretended as if nothing had happened, came to the big tree, and then gently supported it with one hand.

"Boom..." An extremely huge aura, completely opposite to the death aura, poured into Ning Ping's body in an instant.

Anger, extremely pure anger, which is the result of countless monks' anger condensed over countless years, like a deep and a sea.

It felt like just a moment, all the injuries on the body were completely restored to their original state.

And this vitality nourished Mr. Hu's illusory figure from time to time.

‘No wonder you are so impatient…’ Ning Ping thought to himself and ignored him.

Immediately afterwards, the power of the soul also recovered quickly, reaching its peak after a while.

But the absorption is not over yet, the vast amount of vitality is slowly transformed into the power of the soul, and continues to be integrated into the soul.

Suddenly at a certain moment, a faint shadow also appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. It looked somewhat similar to Ning Ping's figure.

While Ningping was using the big tree to recover, the woman in white on the side also noticed something was wrong and came to the big tree.

After she reached out and touched the big tree, she suddenly showed a look of surprise. Then she took a deep look at Ning Ping and continued to absorb it.

After a long time, Ning Ping stopped. At this moment, his body and soul had reached saturation.

At this time, the shadow in the sea of ​​consciousness became clearer, and the power of the soul below had condensed into a large lake.

My body felt extremely comfortable at the moment and had returned to a perfect state, with all the hidden injuries completely recovered.

But at this moment, Ning Ping's eyes were attracted by the woman in white beside him.

Her fair skin seemed to be emitting bursts of fluorescent light at the moment, which was extremely moving.

Coupled with her flawless face, she looked as holy as a fairy at the moment.

'It's so beautiful...' Ning Ping admired deeply in his heart.

Then he thought of the scene in the fantasy again, his eyes became trance-like, and he looked at the other person in a daze.

Until a certain moment, the old woman who had been lying on the ground not far away suddenly woke up, stood up and stretched deeply.

Only then did Ning Ping come to his senses, his old face turned red, and then he hurried away from the big tree.

"Huh! You're going fast, kid!" At this moment, the woman in white secretly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and muttered bitterly with her willow eyebrows raised.

"Brother~Brother, where are you?" At this moment, the old woman who was stretching her body suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked around for something.

Ning Ping smiled bitterly, 'Here we go again...'

"Brother, I'm Yun'er, don't you want me anymore?" As she spoke, the old woman burst into tears again.

Looking at it, Ning Ping felt uncomfortable in her heart. She must have spent countless years in a trance like this.

"Brother is here, don't be afraid." Although the other party's cultivation level was unknown, Ning Ping had no idea at this moment.

"No~, you are not my brother, I know, I am not stupid now."

But who would have thought that the old woman suddenly seemed to be awake again at this moment.

Ning Ping had no choice but to close his mouth and look at the other party helplessly.

"Ah...what should I do, brother, what should I do? The Forgetting Pill is gone...what should I do!"

The old woman looked up to the sky and screamed, her hoarse old voice echoing throughout the space, and a look of death appeared in her expression.

"Senior, I am an alchemist. I can help you refine it in the future. It's a pity..."

Ning Ping saw that the other party was increasingly losing consciousness, not to mention that he really couldn't bear it, so he suddenly felt a move in his heart and told a white lie.

As soon as the words fell, the old woman suddenly grabbed the stretched out bamboo pen like a drowning person, and suddenly her body and mind flashed and she appeared in front of Ning Ping.

"Can you really refine it?" The old woman stared at Ning Ping with hope.

The woman in white clothes on the side also flashed her eyes slightly and looked at Ning Ping with some surprise, not knowing what she was thinking.

"This~, it's not possible now..." Ning Ping said sarcastically, then rolled his eyes and continued: "Besides, there is no prescription."

"Alchemy..., Danfang..." The old woman seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly she moved her hand, and a yellowed ancient book appeared.

Then he turned directly to the last page and looked at it with a look of surprise.

Ning Ping was greatly shaken at this moment. The yellowed ancient book was exactly what he had seen in the illusion, and it turned out to be in her hands.

At a glance, there were three words Yi Fei Dan written on it, and some elixirs were written on the back, which was undoubtedly Yi Fei Dan.

Seeing this, his heart moved. It seemed that this must be the book in which Yan Xinghe recorded the recipe, which was consistent with his suspicion.

The woman in white's eyes also shone with light at this moment, looking at the ancient book in the old woman's hand with great longing.

But before Ning Ping and the others could see clearly, the old woman suddenly closed the book again.

"Gulu" two soft sounds of swallowing saliva could be heard faintly.

"You can really refine it, there is a pill recipe here." The old woman didn't seem to notice the difference between the two of them, and asked solemnly.

"To be honest, I don't have the strength to refine it at the moment, but I believe I can definitely do it in the future."

Ning Ping said with a serious face. He praised Haikou because he was confident on the one hand and because he couldn't bear the old woman to lose hope.

"Haha, I've been waiting for countless years, am I still afraid of waiting any longer?"

At this time, the old woman's face was excited, and her mind was completely back to normal.

She opened the ancient book directly and tore out the last page.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

Ning Ping and the woman in white were both startled by this sudden scene, with extremely worried expressions on their faces.

"I give you the recipe for the Yi Fei Pill. As long as you can refine it and give the pill to me, this book will be yours from now on."

The old woman handed over the elixir she had just torn off and raised the ancient book in her hand.

"Actually, I can just copy it down. Why tear it up!" Ning Ping felt extremely distressed as he looked at the torn and twisted paper.

"Don't worry, no matter which one of you refines it, I will keep it for you. I will wait here forever."

The old woman waved her hand, and disappeared from sight in Ning Ping's longing eyes, and even looked at the woman in white vaguely.

"Senior, aren't you going out?" Ning Ping memorized the recipe in just a few glances, stretched his neck and swallowed.

"Hey~ I won't go out anymore. I also thought about turning into a tree one day... but it would be better to just let me rot here without any medicine."

The old woman looked up at the big tree above her head, with a relieved smile on her face.