The Path to Becoming Immortal

Not every cultivator has such pure Yuanli as Ning Ping. After breaking through, he can use magic weapons nearly ten times.

It's just that Ning Ping doesn't want to attract attention now.

Seeing the other party's pale face and Yuanli loss, the timing is just right.

Ning Ping's Yuanli was fully activated, and his figure disappeared again.

Fan Gaocai was in a hurry and chopped out a palm with all his strength, and a burst of red light suddenly rose to attack Ning Ping.

Ning Ping's eyes condensed, but he did not dodge, allowing the opponent's red palm to hit his body.

Just as Fan Gaocai was panicking, he printed a palm on the opponent's shield, taking advantage of the opponent's unstable shield.

Then he pointed out another finger, and two Yuanli burst in Fan Gaocai's body.

"Puff... Puff..."

"Puff~"

Several sounds burst out on the two people in an instant.

And the Yuanli shield outside the body was broken by the palm that hit the body.

Then, Ning Ping clearly sensed a strange force mixed with heat, trying to flow into his body from time to time like a wave.

"Hmph..." Then a muffled groan came out.

However, under the layers of weakening of the Dongxu Shield, only a little bit of it hit his body, and after a wave of heat swept through, it returned to calm.

And why Ning Ping hit him close to his body was to cover up that he could easily penetrate the opponent's shield.

This is his trump card, a unique skill. With a Yuanying cultivator present, it is always a good thing to be cautious.

"Ah..."

I saw a bloody hole appear on Fan Gaocai's chest, and his body flew up and fell to the ground unable to move.

Ning Ping's eyes flashed and he stepped on the opponent's chest.

"Don't~ don't kill~ me." Fan Gaocai looked pale, looked at Ning Ping with horror, and kept begging.

"Kill him..."

"Kill him..."

At this moment, the whole martial arts arena was shouting wildly, and those who didn't know thought they had bet on Ning Ping to win.

"Stop..." At this time, a voice exploded on the viewing platform.

A figure also appeared on the formation shield in the sky, looking at Fan Gaocai who was lying on the ground with extremely anxious eyes.

The voice echoed in the entire martial arts arena, and the originally deafening and noisy arena suddenly became quiet.

Ning Ping looked coldly and found that the person in the air was vaguely similar to Fan Gaocai under his feet.

He immediately knew who this person was. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be his father in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Let my son go, and from now on, the grudges will be settled, and I will give you a generous gift!"

Fan Fenghua looked down with a sullen face, with a worried look on his face, and there was a faint Yuanli in his hand that was rapidly condensing.

At this time, a voice transmission also sounded beside Ning Ping's ear: "Kill him to eliminate future troubles, otherwise you will have no way to survive."

This voice was not from Old Hu, but from someone else.

While Ning Ping was hesitating, another figure on the viewing platform also flew into the air.

"Brother Fan, don't do stupid things, don't break the rules. We can't interfere with whether to kill or not."

The person who came was Shi Hetong from Taichu Sect. He looked at Fan Fenghua with a worried look on his face. If you don't know, you might think that the two are good brothers.

When Ning Ping heard this, his heart moved. The voice of this person just now was the one who sent him the voice just now, and he hesitated even more.

I don't want to be used as someone else's pawn for no reason, but if I don't listen to the words of the person who spoke this voice, I might provoke the other party again.

I looked at this kind-looking Yuanying cultivator quietly. According to his position, he might be the head of the Taichu Sect, and my heart sank even more.

Fan Fenghua in the air also noticed Ning Ping's hesitation, and was even more happy.

"Shi, this is my son, my only son." He roared at Shi Hetong, and then looked at Ning Ping with a smile on his face.

"My little brother, as long as you let my son go, you will be a guest of honor in my Taiyi Sect in the future."

"I dare not boast about other things, but I will never break my promise to you to live a life of wealth and glory. Hundreds of thousands of people in this martial arts arena can witness it."

As if afraid of Ning Ping's impulsiveness, Fan Fenghua quickly made a promise.

But Ning Ping felt something else when he heard it. The words he said to the Yuanying cultivator surnamed Shi seemed to be angry at him.

In fact, it was still what he said to himself, or it could be said to be a threat, telling himself that the person under his feet was his only son, and if he dared to kill him, he would face his anger.

And the words that followed must have come from the heart at this moment. It was just property, how could it compare to a living person? As for what would happen in the future, we will talk about it later.

At this time, Fan Gao under his feet saw a turn for the better, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

A hint of killing intent in his eyes inadvertently emerged, and then it was hidden again.

At this moment, the voice transmission sounded in his ears again: "Do you believe what he said?" Then there was no more words.

In response, Ning Ping looked at him silently, but saw that the other party was floating in the air calmly, without any movement.

"Brother Shi, you..." It seemed that he noticed the other party's voice transmission.

Fan Fenghua suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Shi Hetong in the air like a man swallowing someone.

"Hey, you are confused! Don't worry, I just told that little brother that I am powerful. You and I are brothers, and I have watched my nephew grow up. How can I blatantly break the rules?"

Shi Hetong's face suddenly showed anxiety, and he said in a voice transmission.

Fan Fenghua heard this and was speechless. He just looked at the other party coldly and thought to himself: Why didn't you tell me to open the protective shield? Hum~!

Then he looked down with great worry.

"Why haven't you opened the formation shield yet? Someone, please open it quickly."

Seeing Ning Ping's hesitation, Fan Fenghua's eyes moved slightly and he shouted anxiously.

"Brother Fan, don't worry. As long as that little brother asks to spare his nephew, the shield will be opened immediately. You also know the rules."

But then, Shi Hetong said with a troubled face, and looked at Ning Ping below in a vague way.

Ning Ping's heart suddenly changed at this moment. To be honest, as long as he could ensure his own safety, it didn't matter to him whether Fan Gaocai was killed or not.

Thinking of this, the foot he stepped on also dropped.

"Haha, let me tell you, you are dead. No one in the Nanmen Domain can humiliate me like this. Just wait."

At this time, Fan Gao, who was lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Ning Ping compromised under his father's coercion and inducement, he suddenly laughed and even threatened him fiercely.

"Shut up..." At this time, Fan Fenghua's face changed drastically in mid-air. His face instantly turned pale, and he looked down with a look of fear.

"I hate people threatening me the most. Then go to hell."

When Ning Ping heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The mass of black ink in the Yanding that day also suddenly twisted.

Immediately, he raised his foot and stepped on it hard, and then the long sword in his hand also drew an arc.

"Ah~" At this moment, Fan Gaocai's expression changed drastically. He weakly raised his hand to stop him and opened his mouth to say something.

As a result, he suffered a heavy blow to his chest, and immediately he let out a scream as a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

But before the breath was completely exhaled, it stopped suddenly. The head flew up and the whole sky spun, and then the whole world fell into endless darkness.