The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Hey! You're okay! Amitabha, there's no fighting anymore at last! Just hope everyone is okay!"

At this time, Monk Wu Sheng also saw Ning Ping, who was staring at him in surprise. However, Ning Ping's appearance changed drastically at this moment, and of course he could not recognize him.

"Are you okay?" After hearing the other party's words, Ning Ping also came back to his senses. The other party seemed to be fine, so he couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, it's okay! It seems that the donor just left his hand on me, and he still has good intentions!"

I saw Monk Wu Sheng shaking his hands fiercely, and then sighed again.

"It's okay! You can just turn back. There are many dangers ahead!" Ning Ping was speechless for a while, but he still advised him kindly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The little monk will be protected by the Buddha!" ​​After saying this, Monk Wusheng clasped his palms together and bowed down with a pious face.

Ning Ping didn't want to stay any longer at this moment. He moved directly and shot deep into the secret realm. In an instant, he was a hundred feet away.

"Hey! Donor, you said it well, why did you run away!" Monk Wu Sheng, who had just raised his head, looked around, only to find that the other party was already far away.

Then he jumped up and chased forward.

The deeper you go into the secret realm, the more powerful the invisible wind becomes.

As for the treasures of heaven, materials and earth that could occasionally be seen in the past, I don't know whether it was due to the angle of flight or for some reason, but all traces were lost.

Ning Ping hadn't gone very far when the figure of the monk who had already walked away appeared in front of him again.

At this moment, everyone was flying close to the ground. When they were a few feet away from the ground, their bodies became extremely heavy, as if there was a huge force dragging their bodies downward.

The most important thing is the pressure from the soul.

That drowsy feeling became more and more obvious, as if it was about to blow out the fire of one's soul.

The ravines on the ground are getting bigger and bigger, and everything is messy as far as the eye can see.

Many people have sat down cross-legged, trying hard to resist the pressure from their souls.

Ning Ping's heart suddenly moved, and he looked sharply at a monk.

The monk's eyelids were drooped, but the soul in his body fell into silence, and was being continuously pulled out of his body at this moment.

The soul, which was originally protected by the furnace of the body, was like smoke, being blown away from the body by the invisible wind.

After a while, the monk's body no longer had any soul fluctuations, and was completely lifeless, leaving only an empty physical shell.

Feng, vaguely, Ning Ping seemed to have realized the key.

Just like we saw before, why does the flame have to be hot, and why does the wind have to be visible and touchable?

The wind that cannot be touched is also wind, then this is the wind of the soul, just like this soul surge.

So Ning Ping continued to move forward slowly while feeling the strong wind that only the soul could feel.

At this time, with the strength of Ningping's soul, if he moved forward with all his strength, he would have already surpassed everyone, but he didn't want to attract so much attention.

At this moment, I also deeply realized what Wen Renjian said, that my mysterious soul body would take a great advantage here.

So far, I have only felt a strong feeling of drowsiness. As for this soul surge trying to blow my soul away from my body, it is still far from it.

Along the way, the gap between the monks' strength became more and more obvious.

Those who can continue to move forward are undoubtedly those with outstanding strength and talent.

On the way forward, Ningping also passed several silent monks.

Some people were even still flying forward, but they couldn't resist the exhaustion coming from the depths of their souls, and fell headlong into the bottomless ravine.

On the Xuanyue Sword Sect's side, the Jianfeng elders with advanced cultivation levels were already far ahead.

Many fellow disciples stopped one by one, especially those in the early and middle stages of Nascent Soul.

At the moment, as sword cultivators in the Xuan Yue Sword Sect, they are still much stronger than other cultivators in terms of mental perseverance, and it is not easy to persevere to this point.

At this time, Ning Ping suddenly looked at a person on the side. He was Hua Xinran with the thundering sword. He had reached the end of his crossbow. While he was slowly moving forward, he suddenly fell headlong.

Ning Ping frowned slightly, waved his hand, and a burst of Yuan Power swept out.

"Wake up!" Then he yelled at the other party with a light voice.

The sound was not loud, but in the other party's soul, it was like a huge thunder.

Hua Xinran, who was still drowsy, suddenly woke up, and then found with a look of horror that he had been rescued by Ning Ping.

"Thank you, Elder Shi!"

"Turn back! You can't hold on anymore! The way of the sword is to face difficulties, but not to die."

After speaking, Ning Ping moved his hand and threw the opponent directly behind him.

Next, when he encountered fellow students who were unable to resist, Ning Ping took action to save them one by one.

But for some people who have fallen into the ravine, there is nothing they can do.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes moved slightly, and he saw two people walking forward with difficulty. It was Bai Yanling and Leng Qi who had just fought with him.

"You are injured, don't go any further, otherwise you will definitely die. It's good to stay here and practice!"

As he spoke, his body stood faintly in front of the two of them. Suddenly, the pressure on the two of them suddenly decreased, and their expressions became much more relaxed.

Ning Ping also took the two people's face into consideration when he said this, and used the other's injury as an excuse. Going forward from here, even if their strength is still at the peak, it will be extremely difficult to persist.

"Thank you, Elder Shi!" Bai Yanling said with gratitude after heaving a sigh of relief.

Ning Ping nodded calmly to the two of them and continued moving forward without looking back.

From beginning to end, Leng Qi just nodded to Ning Ping without saying a word.

"Senior Brother Leng, please accompany me to practice here! What do you think?" Looking at the distant figure from the corner of his eyes as he spoke, Bai Yanling couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Um!"

Seeing Bai Yanling looking at him with concern, Leng Qi, who had never smiled before, suddenly moved the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.

"Practice yourself. If you don't know how to laugh, don't laugh. It's so ugly!" Bai Yanling immediately smiled when he saw the other party's appearance.

As he walked forward, Ning Ping withdrew his consciousness, smiled lightly, and shook his head helplessly.

After so many years, through my own observation, I also know that Leng Qi is a person who is not good at words and only cares about cultivation.

He had already noticed the fact that he admired Bai Yanling from some clues.

Of course, he was aware of his vague hostility, but after today, he would no longer be hostile to him.

The Taiqingmen group had deliberately adjusted their direction, and no trace of him was seen ahead.

But Ning Ping knew very well that when they reached the real secret realm, they might be waiting for him. After suffering such a setback, the other party would not be among the people who could easily let go.

There are only a group of Jianfeng elders who are still moving forward, and of course there are fewer and fewer people in other directions.

Ning Ping, on the other hand, was still following unhurriedly, and his light and airy appearance caused several people in front to turn their heads and look back from time to time.

But in those eyes, in addition to surprise, you can also detect a hint of concern mixed in them.