The Path to Becoming Immortal

At that time, the fluctuations of their fight with the puppets were also sensed by Yun Chengwang and his group, and they were all able to escape in the end.

So, Ning Ping was surprised that they actually came together.

While they were arguing, Ning Ping noticed someone in the crowd.

That was a gloomy black-robed monk, Fu Hongbo, the leader of the Soul Locking Sect under Taixuan Sect.

In the past, he had encountered some strange behavior of his disciples in the Trial Canyon, but he didn't take it to heart because it didn't concern him.

And today, when he saw Fu Hongbo, he saw that he kept looking at the medicine field that he had dug into a deep pit with a disappointed look.

He only glanced at the medicine field with spiritual medicine on the side, and didn't pay too much attention to it, which was a bit strange.

He was staring at a certain place in a daze, sensing something carefully.

And that location, Ning Ping was also impressed, it was the special spiritual medicine that was all black.

'Hey, did he know that there was this spiritual medicine here in advance? ’

Although he thought so in his heart, of course he couldn't ask others. This Yuntian Mansion has existed for a long time, and some secrets have been known to the outside world. Ning Ping didn't find it strange at all.

But if he was looking for this thing, he couldn't help but keep it in mind.

Just after they discussed the distribution method, they began to prepare to attack the protective shield.

They didn't have Ning Ping's formation cultivation, or such a special soul.

Their souls couldn't enter the formation world too much. Even if a part of their consciousness entered, it was far from enough to shake it, not to mention that the soul returning to the body was also a problem.

Unless they were prepared to suffer a great loss of soul. A cultivator's soul loss is not as simple as physical injury.

A cultivator would rather be seriously injured than want his soul to be hurt.

Moreover, in order to break this protective shield, the soul strength must be enough to shake the node.

But just when several magic weapons were slashing on the shield, a black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air.

As soon as he appeared, he slashed at the monks with a long sword in his hand.

"Be careful..." someone in the crowd shouted, and then a shield-shaped magic weapon came forward.

"Boom..." The black sword light directly cut the giant shield in half.

"Puff..." The magic weapon was severely damaged, and the monk also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the shield in front of him was immediately split into two halves.

The faces of the others changed drastically when they saw this, and they all dodged, but the black sword light flashed, and the monk just now was cut down by the sword.

What's more bizarre is that the monk's flesh and blood were all rolled up by the black sword light and absorbed into it.

This black shadow was none other than the black-armored man that Ning Ping had seen several times.

"Everyone be careful, attack together."

Yun Chengwang shouted, and moved his hand, and a long sword was also grabbed in his hand.

The black sword light slashed again, carrying the rolling power of heaven and earth, and came towards everyone.

"Hah..." Yun Chengwang shouted, and the long sword in his hand instantly turned into several feet in size and swung over.

"Dang..." A sword sounded, and the long sword rolled back, but the body was not damaged at all.

Needless to say, this must be a rare treasure.

Just when everyone was fighting the black-armored man, Yu Tianming retreated to the gate of the fence.

And Ning Ping happened to be hiding here.

Maybe the movement here was too loud, or it was controlled by the black-armored man, and suddenly several immortal puppets rushed in like lightning.

'Unlucky...' After dodging, he was still hit by the immortal puppet.

The immortal puppet didn't look like a cultivator, and he still needed to consider what it was. He sensed the breath of the cultivator and swung the long sword in his hand directly.

In an emergency, Ning Ping had to lower his body and wanted to slide out.

But Yu Tianming on the side thought that the immortal puppet was slashing at him.

"Uncle Yi, save me..." A loud shout rang out, and Uncle Yi turned his head and was surprised to find Ning Ping was also here.

Ning Ping's face turned cold, and he went all out, punching Yu Tianming directly.

Tongtian Fist.

"Puff..." Without any earth-shattering, the punch hit Yu Tianming's waist, and then he wiped it with his hand and put the opponent's storage bag into his pocket.

Suddenly, an amazing fist force turned into a violent dragon, rushing into Yu Tianming's body.

"Ning..."

The sudden attack made Yu Tianming horrified, his mouth opened wide, blood kept pouring out, and his body twisted.

But that's not all, the immortal puppet's long sword will not wait for anyone, and it will be swung down in a flash.

Yu Tianming's head flew high with a terrified face.

"Boy, you are looking for death, do you know who he is..."

The uncle Yi who flashed over was horrified, blocking Ning Ping's left and right, and raised a palm to kill Ning Ping.

Ning Ping was shocked and immediately in trouble. If he retreated, it would be the formation in the garden, which was not a safe place.

Just when Ning Ping felt that he could not avoid it, he saw the figure of the black-armored man flashing and approaching, raising the giant sword in his hand and slashing down.

"Ning Ping... Be careful!" Yun Lingrui also saw Ning Ping with a glance, exclaimed, moved his body, and flew away, but it was obviously too late.

'My life is over! 'Ning Ping was helpless.

You said you were fighting well, why did you join in the fun with me, a Jindan stage cultivator? A Yuanying cultivator is enough for me to drink a pot.

But Ning Ping was not a person who was willing to die. The speed was too fast and he had no time to sacrifice the magic weapon.

He had to cross his hands and protect his chest. With the full force of his body, the Dongxu Shield became more solid and protected his whole body.

"Boom..." Ning Ping was just blasted away, and at this time, his uncle beside him also hit the air with a palm.

At the same time, several attacks following the black-armored man also hit the black-armored man solidly, but he only took a slight step to the side.

The black armor vibrated, but all the attacks used became invisible.

Just when Ning Ping was severely injured and flew out of the fence.

He raised his hand and pointed at his uncle from a distance. Suddenly, a faint, imperceptible gray smoke directly penetrated into the uncle's arm.

Then, Ning Ping fell into the formation in the garden and was no longer seen.

"Ning Ping..." Yun Lingrui's teeth were about to crack, and his hands clasped together violently. A giant flaming dragon rose into the air and pounced directly at the black-armored man.

The black-armored man moved slightly and disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already in front of another cultivator.

When the black-armored man and other cultivators fought again, Uncle Yi was still filled with grief and anger, holding Yu Tianming's body, at a loss.

But no one noticed that Uncle Yi's hair was visibly gray, and his skin, which was originally like old tree bark, became even drier.

"Huh?..." After a while, he realized the changes in his body, and then his consciousness swept over himself.

"This..." His face changed drastically, with a look of horror, but the words had just come out.

His feet softened and he fell to the ground. Unconsciously, he couldn't even stand.

Uncle Yi was extremely frightened. When he looked inside, he saw that a strange gray mist had spread all over his body...