The Path to Becoming Immortal

Ning Ping certainly didn't know all this. As he retreated subconsciously, he suddenly felt a cold breath entangled with him, and he was even more shocked.

"Who~" A voice like scraping iron sounded in the room.

Ning Ping was shocked. This was the first time he was discovered by someone, and it was at such a critical moment. Just as he was thinking about returning to his body, he was shocked and stopped. He was locked by his consciousness. His body was not far away from him, and there was no place to escape in this valley.

As his heart was racing, the black shadow suddenly pounced on him and grabbed Ning Ping's body.

"Hehe~ sweet soul." After a burst of laughter, the black shadow could not see, but could clearly sense the existence of Ning Ping's soul, and opened his mouth to bite him.

When Ning Ping was in a dilemma, an unimaginable pain suddenly spread from the invisible arm to his mind. This was an unimaginable pain, as if the meridians in his body were directly pulled out alive, and he could not get rid of it or restrain it.

Even the main body far away in the dormitory opened his eyes instantly, enduring the severe pain in horror.

Ning Ping's soul struggled hard several times but couldn't get rid of it. Seeing that the second bite was about to come again, Ning Ping gathered his soul power and punched it in a hurry, instantly knocking the black shadow's head off.

I don't know whether the other party's soul can't drive the soul power, or for other reasons, the head that was knocked off laughed and continued to bite Ning Ping, biting Ning Ping's shoulder, and another burst of severe pain came out, and the whole soul trembled with pain.

"Damn, it seems that only you can bite." Ning Ping couldn't get rid of it, and in a hurry, a fierce force emerged in his heart. Then he hugged the other party with his backhand and bit the black shadow.

This bite happened to be at the position of the black shadow's ear. During the bite, a piece of black shadow was pulled off by Ning Ping, and then turned into a ball of black mist and merged into his body.

The black shadow felt pain and let out a strange cry. The whole black shadow twisted, and the missing piece of the twisting returned to normal, but the black shadow's breath was a little weaker. From the empty eyes on the black shadow's face, Ning Ping was still keenly aware of the momentary fear of the other party.

Then Ning Ping realized that the other party really couldn't see him, and was biting him blindly based on his senses. In this way, Ning Ping still had a considerable advantage, and he aimed at the other party's head and bit it.

At this moment, a black shadow seemed to be holding an invisible object, fighting in this small basement, without any rules, like a woman fighting in the market, and the black shadow let out a scream from time to time.

After fighting for a long time, the black shadow seemed to be afraid, just like Ning Ping at the beginning, wanting to get rid of Ning Ping's entanglement, but at this moment Ning Ping had already torn out of anger, and a sense of hostility spread throughout his soul.

In the daytime, a child as small as Guozi was killed by you casually; you monks ganged up and swallowed whoever you wanted; so many people in the village, you destroyed them as you said, and just said that they were harmed by the evil. Who are the evil people? It is all of you who are high and mighty...

Invisibly, Ning Ping stood on the opposite side of all other monks, biting the black shadow in his arms madly. Since you like to swallow others so much, I will swallow you today.

Ning Ping's emotions completely broke out, and at a certain moment, when he passed through Uncle An's body, the razor in his hand casually cut his throat.

Instantly, a stream of blood rushed out of Uncle An's throat, but his body was still motionless.

But the black shadow in the fight was afraid. If the main body died, he would have nowhere to stay and could not escape death. So he wanted to escape this unexpected situation, so the black shadow was in chaos...

"Spare my life."

"Let me go." Waves of roars kept coming out of the black shadow.

After an unknown amount of time, the shadow had become so transparent and thin that there was no room for resistance. After a while, as Ning Ping swallowed the last bit of the shadow, the basement was completely quiet.

Ning Ping supported himself on the ground with his hands and panted silently. He looked at Uncle An, who had fallen to the ground without any movement, with lingering fear. He was still afraid at this moment.

Now he could clearly sense that his soul was very weak. The whole soul was surging. A soul force that obviously did not belong to him was running around everywhere, bringing waves of discomfort.

Ning Ping looked at the two corpses on the ground with cold eyes, and felt happy. Suddenly, he had an idea and stuffed the razor in his hand into Xu Zhi's hand. It looked like he had killed Uncle An at the risk of his life.

After Ning Ping turned around and walked out of the basement, he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something. Then he quickly returned to the room and searched Uncle An's body. Suddenly, Ning Ping took out a small cloth bag from Uncle An's arms.

Ning Ping was delighted, and then a soul force wrapped around him. Suddenly, a three-foot square space appeared in his mind. He didn't have time to look closely. Ning Ping carefully wrapped it with soul power and quickly left.

After a while, Ning Ping, who was practicing, opened his eyes, full of surprise. Storage bag! Uncle An really has such a treasure.

When he left just now, he suddenly thought that Uncle An often went out to do things, and he didn't bring many things with him. And seeing that he had a good cultivation, he might really have such a treasure. So he turned around and looked for it. Fortunately, he didn't let himself down.

According to some rumors he had learned, he could not help but condense his soul power to wrap around the storage bag and carefully checked it. There were dozens of Yiqi powder, eleven crystal clear thumb-sized rectangular jade stones, a small porcelain bottle, and a broken ancient book.

After a while of research, a thumb-sized jade stone appeared in Ning Ping's hand. From the rich spiritual energy exuded from it and the shape, it should be the rumored spiritual stone without a doubt.

Feeling the rich spiritual energy, Ning Ping looked around like a thief, and then quickly put the spiritual stone back into the storage bag.

Then a small porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He opened the bottle stopper and saw a yellow-green pill inside fell into the palm of his hand. A spiritual energy thicker than the spiritual stone just now rushed to his face.

Ning Ping immediately recognized it. It was the Zengyuan Pill refined by Yang Qizheng. In addition to being happy, Ning Ping suppressed the urge to swallow it immediately and quickly put the pill away.

Those Yiqi powders did not need to be seen. He was already very familiar with them. The last thing that appeared in his hand was the torn book in the storage bag.

Illusionary Soul Devouring Art, with a few finger-thick words written on the cover, the book looked very simple and ancient. Although it was torn, Ning Ping tried it a little and couldn't tear it apart at all, which showed that it had been there for who knows how long.