The Path to Becoming Immortal

The Basano man was fine, but most of his body was smashed into the ground in an instant.

"Ding ding ding..." A series of sounds came from Basano's body.

Dozens of tiny, imperceptible needles bounced back one after another.

Ning Ping frowned slightly. This corpse-mane needle was okay against low-level monsters, but it was difficult to break through against the demon level.

At this time, Bassano's body surged with demonic energy, and demon heads full of sharp teeth shot out one after another and pounced directly on him.

Ning Ping retreated immediately.

In an instant, a large group of demons followed closely behind them, chasing after Ning Ping and biting him madly.

While dodging, Ning Ping had a thought in his mind, and all the Corpse Hair Needles that had just been shot back came forward to meet him.

"puff……"

"puff……"

"puff……"

"..."

After a slight burst of sound, the large group of demons were pierced one after another by the corpse hair needles, turning into balls of demonic energy and dissipating.

Just when Ning Ping turned back and wanted to take down the opponent in one fell swoop.

"It's ridiculous, do you think you can really deal with me?" After repeated setbacks, Bassano became furious.

Then, he made a fist and hit his chest.

"Wow..." A mouthful of black blood spurted out in an instant. Before the black blood could disperse, the blood mist directly wrapped Basano's entire body.

Suddenly, Basano's body twisted. With a crackling sound, his entire body immediately grew larger, and his pair of vertical pupils also turned blood red.

It was originally extremely ferocious, but now it looked more like a bloodthirsty and ruthless monster.

"Clumsy..." Bassano roared, holding up the black blade that also became extremely huge, and chopped it off on the head.

Ning Ping's body flashed in an instant, the black blade was mixed with the power of heaven and earth, and a thousand-foot black light flashed past.

In an instant, a crack was cut on the ground that was thousands of feet long and nearly a hundred feet deep.

So powerful! The strength has almost doubled out of thin air. It seems that this is a secret method of the demon clan.

Of course, it was not appropriate to resist forcefully at this moment, and of course Ning Ping didn't want to use his ultimate move at all.

One is to use this person's hands to learn more about the methods of the demons.

Secondly, there are other plans.

For a moment, Ning Ping dodged again and again, with no thought of fighting back.

"Haha, you are as timid as a mouse. Are human monks so timid?"

"Let's see how long you want to run away."

"If you dare, just stand there and don't move. Take my stab."

"..."

Still unable to touch the hem of Ning Ping's clothes, Bassano was so angry that he roared repeatedly.

In the field, Bassano was seen chasing Ning Ping everywhere, causing demonic energy to flow everywhere.

Two hours passed, and suddenly, Basano's momentum weakened, and his whole body gradually returned to its original state.

Moreover, the aura on his body was obviously weaker than before.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes lit up, and the opportunity came.

As expected, this type of method of stimulating increased strength must have a certain degree of effectiveness.

Suddenly, a small black arrow appeared again and disappeared in a flash.

In an instant, several demonic shadows flew out of the opponent's body and dispersed in a rush.

Ning Ping's figure swayed slightly, and the four souls also flashed away.

In an instant, several of Basano's demonic figures were defeated one after another.

At this time, Basano's figure had completely disappeared, and the entire area was filled with billowing demonic energy.

Ning Ping's consciousness suddenly rose sharply, and he immediately locked onto a spot of obviously abnormally fluctuating demonic energy. At this moment, the demonic energy was trying to fly away.

With a thought in his mind, other successful souls also gathered around him.

The soul-eating arrow also appeared at this moment.

Then he punched hard at the demonic energy.

"Stop..." In desperation, Bassano appeared, his expression extremely nervous, and he did not dare to move at all.

In front of his eyes, an inch away from his eyebrows, he saw a small arrow as black as ink, steadily fixed in front of his eyes.

"Why, are you scared to death now?" Ning Ping said calmly, Shi Shiran had his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the other person's life and death depended on his own thoughts.

"Hmph~ Who would want to die if he could live! Tell me, simply, how to survive!" At this time, Bassano was extremely single.

He stared nervously at the small arrow in front of him, and a strong life-and-death crisis emerged in his heart.

If he knew that he didn't respond appropriately, that terrifying little arrow would definitely pierce his head without any hesitation.

In this way, Ning Ping could not be defeated for a while. This demon clan is really strange.

Not to mention being able to dress up as a monk, he doesn't look at death like ordinary monsters, but looks more like a monk.

"You said it, don't say I didn't give you a chance!" After Ning Ping came back to his senses, he smiled strangely.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a soul mark condensed out.

"Relax your mind, otherwise you will definitely die." After saying that, the soul mark slowly floated towards the other party.

Bassano's expression changed continuously, and he finally gave up resistance. His life and death was now under the control of the other party.

That soul seal does not look like a kind person, but no matter what, the other party said so, maybe he still has a glimmer of hope.

Ning Ping watched as the soul seal flew into the opponent's head, and then imprinted on the opponent's soul in a flash.

In an instant, his consciousness had a strange connection with the other party, and he felt that the life and death of the other party depended on his thoughts.

This is different from what was performed on Yao Yao. It was mandatory, and the consequences of failure would also cause backlash and damage to the soul.

And now it is surrender, a kind of slavery.

This is exactly what Ning Ping planned. Otherwise, if he really wanted to kill the other party quickly, he could just cast the Death Curse directly. Why bother with so much trouble?

Ning Ping nodded with satisfaction at this time, and then the souls around the other party disappeared one by one, including the Soul Devouring Arrow.

Bashanuo's face was also very strange at this moment, and he found that he could not even think of resisting the person in front of him.

That feeling was very strange, as if as long as he wanted to harm the other party, the other party would know it.

"Okay, don't think about it. I said I'll let you go. As long as you listen to me, I will definitely not harm you."

Sensing the other party's thoughts, Ning Ping smiled and said lightly.

"..." Bashanuo was slightly stunned, and didn't know what to say. Sure enough, the other party could know his thoughts.

"Tell me, why do you want to get the method of refining the magic cannon."

"We, the demons, are preparing for a full-scale attack."

When Ning Ping heard this, he was shocked, but he could sense that what the other party said was true.

"Why choose this time for a full-scale attack? And as far as I know, you have four altars, what are they for?"

But just after he finished speaking, Bashanuo looked at him with a strange expression, and he was secretly shocked.

"Speaking of which, this is because of you."

Sure enough, Bashanuo said something that surprised Ning Ping.