The Path to Becoming Immortal

Outside the altar, the figure of the white-haired zombie appeared again, and one claw reached out to Ning Ping again.

Just as Ning Ping blocked the Tianyin Bell in front of him again, took a hard hit, and then chose the opportunity to escape.

"Wow..." The white-haired zombie's arm just stretched over the edge of the altar, but it let out a shocking roar.

However, this roar was not anger, but more like a heavy blow.

The sharp-eyed Ning Ping immediately noticed the abnormality and found that just as the opponent's arm just stretched into the range of the altar.

The color of the arm suddenly changed rapidly, as if it was burned by flames.

Looking at the white-haired zombie, it was also in great pain, roaring continuously, but it dared not cross the line again.

Only then did Ning Ping feel slightly relieved.

This altar seemed a little strange, but no matter what, at least he was temporarily safe now.

So, when he was less than ten feet away from the white-haired zombie, Ning Ping silently took out a pill and put it into his mouth, and began to recover.

At this moment, the white-haired zombie stretched out his neck and squatted outside the altar.

A pair of eyes that had been burned red by anger stared at Ning Ping.

Ning Ping couldn't help but frowned. The unpleasant smell on the other party kept drifting over, making people sick.

"Hey, can you stay away? The smell on your body is too bad."

Looking at the hateful eyes of the white-haired zombie, Ning Ping couldn't help but tease.

"Wow..." The white-haired zombie roared again.

I don't know if the white-haired zombie can understand, but at least he should have noticed Ning Ping's disdainful expression or tone.

In the midst of anger, he even wanted to reach in with another claw, but as soon as the fingertips reached into the range of the altar, they retracted again, and the sharp nails were already charred black.

It was also because of this that Ning Ping was surprised to find that the arm that was charred just now had actually recovered in just a short while.

It was just that without the stain of blood, the fur was snow-white and looked brand new.

Then, the white-haired zombie also noticed it and could not do anything to the other party, so he calmed down.

Just squatting quietly outside the altar, he did not leave, and the man and the corpse were in a stalemate.

After a long time, when Ning Ping recovered, he opened his eyes again, but frowned secretly.

It turned out that the white-haired zombie was staring at him intently. Seeing that he woke up, even the ugly head leaned forward slightly, it seemed that he really wanted him to go out.

Now the problem in front of him was how to leave. This ghost thing was so fast that he could only wait for it to leave before he could go out.

But from its appearance, it didn't want to leave here, and it seemed that it wanted to stay here.

In his spare time, Ning Ping could also look at the other party carefully at a close distance.

This white-haired zombie, except for the face, was covered with white hair.

Especially the gray-black long hair around the neck, which is very eye-catching, just like wearing a collar.

Seeing this, Ning Ping couldn't help but feel moved, and the scene of the destruction of the Xiongpengjing long sword came to his mind.

Now, after a closer look, the gray-black hair is actually longer than other hairs, almost a foot long.

Judging from the number of them, it would be perfect if they could be used to refine a set of needle-shaped magic weapons.

Thinking of this, Ning Ping couldn't help but be very excited. From the experience of the Ji family, he learned that the bones or fur of some high-level monsters are not worse than some rare materials when used to refine magic weapons.

In some aspects, they are even better, such as this set of magic weapons.

Because the materials come from the same source, it is much more convenient in refining, control, and power.

The more Ning Ping thought about it, the more excited he became, but how to get it was another headache.

In the current situation, even escaping is a problem, let alone pulling out the hair.

However, after thinking hard for a while, Ning Ping's eyes suddenly lit up.

Before, the scene of Xiong Pengjing using the spirit beast seal to try to control the white-haired zombie appeared in his mind.

Although he undoubtedly failed, the white-haired zombie was obviously disturbed.

What if he took action when the other party was distracted...

Thinking of this, Ning Ping could no longer hold back and took out the spirit beast seal and practiced it again.

After a while, Ning Ping saw his hands pinching the seal repeatedly, and then suddenly pointed at the white-haired zombie outside.

The spirit beast seal drilled into the head of the white-haired zombie without any obstruction.

In an instant, Ning Ping felt as if he had established some kind of connection with the other party.

Then an extremely bloodthirsty, crazy, and fierce thought exploded in his mind.

A number of messy images, along with these distracting thoughts, swarmed in, as if to fill up Ning Ping's entire memory.

Various images were also in a flurry, gnawing at the corpse, dragging the corpse, sleeping, biting...

"Hmph..." Ning Ping groaned, and hurriedly interrupted the connection between the two.

At this moment, Ning Ping's mind seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and his face turned pale.

"Huh..." After a long while, Ning Ping came back to his senses.

But he found that the white-haired zombie was staring at him with flaming eyes, and it seemed that he recovered much faster than himself.

He couldn't help but recall the scene of Xiong Pengjing casting a spell again, and he was absent-minded for a moment at that time.

Thinking about it, Ning Ping was still quite confident in the strength of his soul. There was no doubt that the other party had experience in dealing with this situation.

Once he realized that something was wrong, he could quickly recover by interrupting the connection between the spirit beast seals in time.

After thinking about this clearly, Ning Ping sat cross-legged and recovered.

It was still very costly to condense one spirit beast seal.

After a long time, another spirit beast seal flew out.

As soon as the spirit beast seal drilled into the head of the white-haired zombie, Ning Ping immediately cut off the connection between them, and then the ink knife was sacrificed.

Just when the white-haired zombie was slightly stunned, the long knife in Ning Ping's hand cut towards the gray-black hair.

"Crack..." After a burst of sparks, the gray-black hair was still unmoved.

Ning Ping, who flew back again, couldn't help but carefully check the ink knife, and he felt relieved when he saw that it was not damaged.

He didn't chop directly just now because he considered that the ink knife was damaged. It would be easier to cut the hair.

But even so, the hair is still the same, which shows that its toughness is better than those metals.

Ning Ping was stunned in place, and he was surprised and happy.

He was surprised that he had no success, but he was happy that the hair was so tough that it was perfect for refining magic weapons.

"Humph, since I can't cut it, I'll kill you..."

Ning Ping's heart was ruthless, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at the other party's hairless face.

After a long time, after recovering, another spirit beast seal flew out.

"Puff..." In horror, Ning Ping flew back again in panic.