The Path to Becoming Immortal

Yanlong City is located in the northern part of Qinglan Star.

In the extremely cold northern land, there is a sect called Luoshen Sect.

This sect is considered to be an extremely mysterious existence in Qinglan Star. For no other reason, this sect specializes in providing people with physical bodies for possession.

Of course, they call it spiritual body in Luoshen Sect.

It provides various physical bodies for those who only have Nascent Soul or soul left.

For example, the physical body is damaged due to fighting, or the physical body is destroyed by thunder during the tribulation.

Therefore, in the world of cultivation, it has no sense of existence at all, and even most cultivators do not know its existence.

On the contrary, it is more famous among high-level powerful cultivators, and they are the main demanders.

Ning Ping and Hu Lao came here for this Luoshen Sect.

Of course, they did not want to buy spiritual bodies directly, but for a spiritual medicine.

In addition to the Buddha Flame Root, the rest is a spiritual medicine called Purple Flame Body Shaping Flower.

This kind of spiritual medicine is only heard to be produced by Luoshen Sect.

It was only after Hu Lao killed a member of the Falling God Sect that he learned that the recipe for the Wanluo Dharma Body Pill came from here.

The Purple Flame Body-shaping Flower grows in a place where ice and fire meet, and its main function is to revitalize the body.

It also makes it easier for the soul to integrate into the body, reducing mutual rejection.

Ning Ping was also amazed when he first heard about such a strange sect.

Unexpectedly, there are so many strange things in this world that even the body can become a business.

This reminds me of the Heart-Eroding Mushroom cultivated by the Lin family, but that directly uses living cultivators as implants.

In comparison, this feeling is more acceptable, after all, it is cultivated.

However, no matter how he came, Ning Ping still felt strange in his subconscious.

Not long after leaving the city, Ning Ping's consciousness moved slightly, but his face became strange.

After a dense forest, the divine consciousness found a person. This person was none other than the monk Wusheng, who had made a good friend after arriving at Qinglan Star.

"All donors, please take a step back and don't kill people!" He was seen standing between two groups of people and persuading them sincerely.

Both groups of people were low-level cultivators, and the highest cultivation level was only the foundation-building stage. They were staring at each other.

"Where did you come from, you stinky monk? How can you interfere in the affairs of my Chaoyuan Sect! Get out of here quickly, or else the sword will be blind!"

At this time, a cultivator on one side raised the long knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, when will the revenge end? As the saying goes, we cultivators should avoid anger and rage..." Monk Wusheng waved his sleeves lightly and persuaded word by word.

But others didn't wait for him to continue speaking, and were interrupted halfway through.

"This monk is so talkative. Let's kill him first and then have a good fight."

So, a confrontation turned into a target aimed at the monk Wusheng.

"Stop, everyone, please listen to me..."

Monk Wusheng dodged and fled, but the two groups of people chased him, as if they would not stop until they killed him.

A fight was inexplicably disturbed by the monk Wusheng and dissipated into the invisible.

Ning Ping certainly knew the monk's cultivation and was not worried about his safety at all. He didn't expect this guy to have such a hobby.

Traveling north for tens of thousands of miles, the temperature here became colder and colder.

Looking at this world covered in silver and ice and snow, Ning Ping had a sudden idea.

Is it because those corpses are more conducive to preservation at this low temperature that the sect was specially established here?

"Old Hu, do you think we should sneak in or go in with a swagger?"

When they were about to get close, Ning Ping asked. The Luoshen Sect was too mysterious. After a few days of inquiries, there was not much useful information.

"Let's go in as a buyer of spiritual bodies. The purple flame body-shaping flower is in the secret realm of their sect. It would be more troublesome to sneak in."

Old Hu thought about it and still felt that it would be easier to go in with a swagger.

"Well, that's good. It feels better to be a customer."

After searching for a long time, the spiritual sense finally found something. It was a lonely snow hill in the snowfield.

Ning Ping was alert for a while, and flew over with a swagger.

Just as he approached, a door suddenly opened under the snow hill, and a black-clothed monk in the Jindan stage came out.

"Stop! Please go somewhere else." The black-clothed monk stared at Ning Ping with a bad look.

"This is the Falling God Sect!" At this time, Ning Ping had transformed into a cultivator with a wooden expression, and his pressure was released.

His cultivation level in the Nascent Soul stage was undoubtedly revealed, and the other party's face suddenly changed when he sensed it.

"May I ask what's the matter, senior?"

Although the black-clothed cultivator's face turned pale under the pressure, he still insisted on asking, which shows that the Falling God Sect is still very confident.

"Of course it's for business!" Ning Ping raised his eyes slightly, and did not force his way in. From the perspective of cultivation, he had already given the other party enough face.

At this time, under the sensing, a dim spiritual fluctuation came from the snow hill.

The black-clothed cultivator's expression moved slightly, and then he bowed and said: "This senior, I'm sorry for the offense just now, please!"

Ning Ping followed the other party into the snow hill, a narrow passage, directly inserted into the ground.

In the passage, there were faint formation fluctuations in many places.

Coming deep underground, it was like an underground world.

There are also wide squares and palaces made of huge stones. They are also carefully carved and appear to be extremely grand.

It's just that the whole underground is a bit too deserted, except for the occasional monk passing by with an indifferent expression.

However, under the induction of spiritual consciousness, there are still a lot of fluctuations in the depths of other channels.

cold! It seems to be the main feature of this underground world. Even the huge fire lit next to it does not warm the entire space a little.

"This fellow Taoist! If you are not welcome from afar, please come inside!"

As soon as he arrived in front of the stone palace, a middle-stage Nascent Soul monk with a thin and cold face came out to greet him.

"Please!" Ning Ping nodded slightly in agreement, and then entered the main hall with the other party.

Deep in the oncoming hall, a statue carved from black stone was enshrined behind the table.

The statue is naked and sitting cross-legged, its face blurred, and it seems that it is practicing.

"I'm Yan Cangxue, Tian is the deputy headmaster of Luoshen Sect. Fellow Taoist seems to be relatively unfamiliar, I don't know how to call him!"

As soon as the two of them sat down, the man who called himself Yan Cangxue smiled and inquired about Ningping's whereabouts.

"It turns out that my surname is Lin, Master Yan. I used to practice abroad. This is my first time here in Yanlong City!" Ning Ping said casually.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Lin! I don't know where you learned about our Luo Shen Sect! Our Luo Shen Sect rarely goes out."

Yan Cangxue continued to talk calmly.