The Path to Becoming Immortal

Xiong Pengjing was also quite skilled. He exerted a little force on the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the whole person flew backwards instantly.

Xiong Pengjing was fast, but the white-haired zombie was even faster.

"Bang..." The white-haired zombie exerted force with his feet, and after a loud noise, his whole body turned into a residual image and disappeared on the spot.

In an instant, the white-haired zombie caught up with the other party and grabbed him. In an instant, five blood holes appeared on Xiong Pengjing's chest.

"Ah..." After being severely injured, Xiong Pengjing couldn't help but screamed, and the whole person continued to fly backwards.

But the white-haired zombie had no intention of letting the other party go. He stopped again and turned into a residual image and continued to follow.

Xiong Pengjing was already terrified at this moment, but now it was important to save his life, knowing that his speed could not match the other party.

He had to tiptoe and shoot to the side as soon as he touched the cliff behind him.

"Boom..." The white-haired zombie grabbed and slapped the cliff wall, and immediately a large piece of the cliff wall was grabbed, raising dust all over the sky.

The white-haired zombie seemed to be furious, and stomped his toes on the cliff wall, and changed the direction to continue chasing.

Next, two figures wandered around in the canyon, chasing one after the other.

However, the situation was obviously unfavorable to Xiong Pengjing.

After a while, when there was no escape, Xiong Pengjing fled to the pile of corpses, and his toes touched the corpses and flew to the side.

But after a long pursuit, the white-haired zombie seemed to have mastered some tricks, and rushed directly to the direction where Xiong Pengjing was expected to escape.

"Ah..." A scream came out.

One of Xiong Pengjing's feet was accidentally caught in the palm of the white-haired zombie.

The long nails penetrated the body directly with a slight force.

During this delay, the white-haired zombie gently pulled, and before the other party tried to cut off one of its legs, it hugged Xiong Pengjing.

The white-haired zombie had a grim smile on his face, and just grabbed it slightly.

The long one went straight through his body, firmly grasping Xiong Pengjing in his hand, and he could no longer escape.

At this time, a transparent little man who looked exactly like Xiong Pengjing suddenly emerged from the top of his head.

After looking around blankly, his little face froze, and he wanted to fly away.

But at this time, the white-haired zombie had already grabbed Xiong Pengjing's Nascent Soul in his palm.

"Mercy~ Spare my life..." Xiong Pengjing looked horrified, and he didn't care whether the other party could understand or not, and he begged for mercy directly.

But the white-haired zombie didn't seem to hear it, and with a grim smile, he stuffed the Nascent Soul into his mouth.

"Humph, I will choose my own way of death even if I die!" Xiong Pengjing looked terrified, and his little face showed a resolute look when he thought of his upcoming cruel death.

As he spoke, a terrifying wave surged on the Nascent Soul.

Ning Ping's heart moved when he saw this, and the Nascent Soul exploded... He never thought that a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator would be forced into such a situation.

"Hehe..." But before he could explode, the white-haired zombie seemed to let out a series of weird laughs, and then clenched his palm fiercely.

"Ah..." After a miserable cry, the terrifying wave on Xiong Pengjing's Nascent Soul disappeared instantly.

"Kacha..." Then, the Nascent Soul was sent into the giant mouth full of sharp teeth in the eyes of horror, and one of its arms was torn off.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

"..."

The white-haired zombie seemed to enjoy such a scream very much. He could swallow it in one bite, but he chewed it slowly and leisurely.

Until Xiong Pengjing opened his wooden eyes, and finally the whole little head was sent into the giant mouth.

"Crack, crack..."

Ning Ping shuddered all over as the sharp teeth rubbed against his body.

At this time, the white-haired zombie, who was still not satisfied, smacked his lips and licked the non-existent thing on the edge of his mouth with his long red tongue.

Just after chewing Xiong Pengjing's Yuanying, the breath of the white-haired zombie was visibly strengthened.

At this time, Ning Ping also had some enlightenment in his heart.

It seems that this white-haired zombie, who came from nowhere, feeds on the cultivators who fell from the Xianfan Bridge into the Yuntian Mansion.

It also improves its own cultivation, but at this moment, the opponent's cultivation is impossible to see through.

Because there is not even a trace of Yuanli fluctuation in the opponent's body, what was shown before was pure physical strength.

But even with physical strength alone, it can actually tear apart the Yuanying stage power. This strength is simply unimaginable.

After the white-haired zombie threw the corpse of Xiong Pengjing in his hand into the pile of corpses.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Ning Ping.

Ning Ping was shocked and tensed up all of a sudden.

But as the other party moved forward, he found that the other party's target was not him, but the body of the monk surnamed Tang under his feet.

But just when he felt a little relieved, the white-haired zombie suddenly stopped and stared at Ning Ping.

The nose with only two scary holes on his face also twitched.

‘Oh no, the smell…’ Ning Ping was shocked and held back the fear in his heart and retreated quickly.

He directly entered the bloody black belt, and saw the ground full of residual meat and internal organs. He lay down directly.

After he lay down, his body mixed with the bloody stench on the ground.

Sure enough, the white-haired zombie immediately showed a trace of doubt in his eyes.

After scanning the area and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he picked up the body of the monk surnamed Tang and dragged it to the pile of corpses opposite.

He was a man of thrift and managed his household affairs, so he dragged the corpse of the giant snake monster lying on the ground.

Then, the white-haired zombie squatted down comfortably, picked up the corpse of the bear whale and continued to eat it.

The sharp teeth bit and tore off the entire arm effortlessly, and with a click, the whole arm was swallowed in a few bites.

Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point, but the three monks who were still alive before became the food of the monster in front of him.

Of course, he had no mercy on the death of these three people who had tried to harm him.

But now he was left alone to face this terrible monster. As for killing the other party, Ning Ping didn't even dare to think about it.

Being cautious, Ning Ping slowly continued to walk inside, but he stopped with a bitter smile after just a few steps.

The end in front of him was clearly visible, but it was a dead end.

It seemed that it was wishful thinking to get out from here. As for climbing up, since he couldn't fly, it would be better to turn back and find another way.

After making up his mind, Ning Ping turned back and walked back carefully.

But just after he passed the black line of blood and flesh for several feet, the white-haired zombie monster suddenly stopped eating.