The Path to Becoming Immortal

Finally we reached the 8,000th level.

At this moment, Ji Wanning was the only one left in front of him.

Ning Ping took a deep breath and then stepped forward.

"Boom..." An unimaginable force hit him instantly.

At this moment, even the soul was shaken, and the whole body creaked under the huge force.

It seemed that in the next moment, the whole person would be crushed into powder.

And in my mind, there seemed to be a voice shouting at this moment.

"Give up!"

"You have already reached the 8,000th level, which is enough to prove your excellence."

"Take another step and you will fail!"

"If you continue walking, you will die!"

"..."

Ning Ping's whole body trembled, as if he was going to be thrown out the next moment.

Under the huge shock of the soul, the illusion on the body could no longer be maintained. After a while of distortion, a monk with a slightly thin face and a somewhat handsome figure appeared.

Not only his appearance, but also his cultivation was revealed without any concealment.

"Ah... look, what's going on with Leng An?"

"Hey, why have you changed into a different person?"

"No way. Could it be that Master Leng An was killed?"

"Who is this person?"

"This guy is actually in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. How come he is practicing so fast!"

"..."

At this time, the entire place was instantly flooded with discussion, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ning Ping.

‘It’s broken~’ Ning Ping heard the sound behind him in a daze, and also noticed the changes in his body, and couldn’t help but feel anxious.

After gritting his teeth, he suddenly lifted up his back legs and stood firmly on the eight thousand steps.

At this time, Ji Wanning in front also stopped and turned around to look over.

Ning Ping was surprised, but he also smiled slightly and nodded slightly in greeting to the other party.

There was great surprise in her eyes at first, then her face turned slightly red, and then she became cold again.

"Hmph~!" A cold snort came from the front.

Ji Wanning's expression changed several times within a few breaths, and in the end, there was still some killing intent in his eyes.

Ling Hongjiu, the Gu family, the father and son of the Ding family below all looked solemn, and looked at each other with a little panic in their eyes.

Among Taixuanzong's group, Fan Fenghua, the master of the Taiyi Sect, the original confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by anger, and then turned into two substantial murderous intentions.

"Ning Ping..., it turned out to be this guy! I didn't expect you to come out of the Chuan Gong Hall alive, haha! It seems that God has eyes and gave me the opportunity to kill this guy!"

Even if his spiritual sense cannot detect it, even if he only sees a mere silhouette, Ning Ping has been deeply engraved in his mind.

Hearing this, Ling Hongjiu and the others looked at each other with obvious panic on their faces.

"Ningping!!" Gu Xiangwen was also extremely surprised after hearing this. His heart was racing, and he turned his attention to Gu Yun, who was standing next to him at the moment.

Gu Yun gave a helpless smile, and then sent a message to his father to tell him everything.

After a while, Gu Xiangwen's face suddenly dawned, and he suddenly stared at Ning Ping, who had successfully climbed the eight thousand steps.

There is no doubt that the other party must have got an opportunity in the power transmission hall, although that opportunity seemed to have caused the other party to suffer a lot.

At this time, Gu Xiangwen suddenly felt something in his heart, and turned to Fan Fenghua who was standing aside and said seriously.

"Fan Fenghua, it is very strange that this son came out of our Taixuanzong Palace alive. Even if he came out of Yuntian Mansion, he should be sent back to our Taixuanzong to report to the old sect master. You must not act rashly. , you heard clearly!"

"Elder Xiang, you..." Fan Fenghua felt furious when he heard this, but suddenly a plan came into his mind, and he stood up and said loudly.

"Elder Xiang, Ning Ping, this son, is a despicable and shameless person. He planned to kill my son in the martial arts arena first, and then escaped privately from the Taixuanzong Palace of Merits. Such a despicable person should be punished by everyone. !”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and as Yuan Li surged, Ning Ping's face also appeared in the air.

"Here, I issue a hanging order. Whoever can kill this kid, I will give you two magic weapons!..."

"Shut up!" Seeing that the other party wanted to continue talking, Gu Xiangwen felt anxious. He didn't expect that this old boy would dare to disobey him, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Elder Xiang. Oh~~ I lost my son. I was in a hurry. I hope you can forgive me. What I just said doesn't count!"

At this time, Fan Fenghua looked frightened and quickly bowed and apologized! But only he knows whether this is true.

Even so, as soon as these words came out, countless people suddenly showed greedy looks in their eyes. Compared to one person's life, the value of two magic weapons was obviously greater.

Even some Nascent Soul cultivators' eyes flickered. The opponent was just a middle-stage Jindan cultivator. They killed him easily. Are they still afraid that Fan Fenghua would not admit his guilt?

"Ah~ turns out his name is Ning Ping, I don't know where he comes from!"

"Listen to what the Master Fan said just now, that boy even entered the Taixuan Sect's Kung Fu Hall, why did he escape privately! How awesome!"

"There must be something wrong with this person. It seems that even Mr. Ling is kept in the dark!" Some people saw the horror on Ling Hongjiu's face and immediately began to speculate.

"..."

"Ning Ping~..." At this moment, Yun Chengwang's eyes were shining brightly, staring at Ning Ping's back from a distance.

I was extremely surprised. I didn't expect that I had seen him many times, but I didn't realize that the other person's face was actually an illusion. At this time, some discussions among the Yun family gradually reached my ears.

The person who spoke was Yun Zhiyan. He had climbed the Immortal Seeking Ladder just now, but he was eliminated at the 6,000th step.

He stared at the gradually disappearing portrait of Ning Ping and asked in confusion.

"Father, have you noticed that this person looks a bit like someone..."

"Oh~... Who is it?" Yun Huaijin, the head of the Yun family, who was standing with Yun Chengwang, asked in confusion.

"Second uncle... Yun Huaixi! It's exactly the same as what I remembered before."

"Yun Huaixi!! Hey~~ After you said that, it really looks like him!" Yun Huaijin thought in a daze, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was the case.

At this time, not only Yun Zhiyan said so, many people in the Yun family who knew Yun Huaixi before started to discuss it.

"Hey, he really looks exactly like my eldest brother's son!" At this time, Yun Lingqiu also murmured in surprise.

Involuntarily, he turned his head to look at Yun Lingrui, who was among the Taixuan Sect's people, but he was staring at him blankly.

Yun Lingrui was already shocked beyond words. When he entered the Transmission Hall of the Taixuan Sect, he had felt something strange about this boy, but he had never thought about it in this way.

Now, after hearing the undisguised discussion from the Yun family, he thought carefully and felt that this boy and his son were just like two peas in a pod.