The Path to Becoming Immortal

Zhou Weiyi was polite for a moment, and then continued.

"It is said that this place was originally like a fairyland. The catastrophe just mentioned was actually caused by some terrifying and powerful ancestors with unknown cultivation levels. They fought and turned this place into a desolate and broken place."

"Oh! This is caused by fighting!" Ning Ping was slightly surprised.

At this time, the murals seen in the Sutra Pavilion of Yuntian Mansion also appeared in his mind, and there were similar scenes on them.

Looking up, he couldn't help but imagine a towering giant in his mind. With one palm strike, all the mountains in the area fell down.

Then, another punch came down.

In an instant, the land in front of him was blasted into the current state of fragmentation.

'Is there really such a terrifying immortal? ' Ning Ping thought of this and shook his head in his heart.

"Okay, I'm afraid we will have to part again on the next journey. I hope I can meet two Taoist friends again!"

The few of them chatted and sighed for a while, and started the next journey.

"Okay! See you then!"

Ning Ping also looked at the other person deeply, and the two of them jumped into the strong wind.

Looking thoughtfully at the place where the two disappeared, it seems that those who can come to this secret realm have their own means of survival.

The strong wind in front of him, without a doubt, can also escape from the secret realm like the wind wall behind.

And there are many such places inside.

It is also escaped by the strong wind in these cracks, but the strong wind is too strong now, and leaving at this time is actually very risky.

According to the summary of countless predecessors, when the one-year period comes, the wind speed will weaken, and the wind direction will also blow roughly towards the direction of Qinglan Wasteland.

Of course, if you don't use the strong wind to leave at this time, you will have to stay in the secret realm forever.

As for waiting until the next secret realm opens, forget it, because the invisible soul surge will wreak havoc in every corner here.

This is said to be said by a lucky monk who escaped from here at the last moment.

Anyway, for countless years, no one has ever been seen who entered the secret realm before and survived when it opens next time.

Of course, they did not completely disappear. They existed in another way. This was what Su Yijian asked him to do.

Then, Ning Ping took a deep breath and took a step forward.

With a sound of "Hu...", Ning Ping disappeared directly in the strong wind.

After a while, Ning Ping landed on a deserted island where he felt safe.

In fact, Ning Ping wanted to follow them. With his understanding of the law of wind and speed at this moment, he had no pressure.

But he did not want to act with others. In this dangerous situation, he was the safest alone.

What's more, he had a purpose, so of course he didn't want anyone around him.

Ning Ping looked carefully at the place where he was.

The island was only a hundred feet in radius, and the other sides were all cracks with soul surges.

Standing next to the cracks, Ning Ping thought again.

Why did some cracks blow out strong winds, while some places were soul surges?

After a long look, combined with the previous feeling of the formation, and Zhou Weiyi's words that this place was broken by the fighting of the powerful.

Ning Ping also had a bold guess at this time.

That is, the crack that blew out the strong wind, I am afraid that the crack below has penetrated the earth.

And the crack where the soul surged has not penetrated yet, and the earth below should still be connected.

This strange soul surge is probably caused by the leakage of the formation.

With such a guess, Ning Ping admired the cultivator who set up the formation even more. This secret realm has been gone for thousands of years.

But relying on this broken formation, it still has such power, let alone the strength of the master of Qinglan Sect.

There are no treasures here. After slightly identifying the direction, Ning Ping continued to move forward.

With the information left by Wenren Jian, he now has a clear purpose.

Some small cracks were directly crossed in one step, and some too large cracks had to be bypassed.

This time, Ning Ping came to a huge deserted island.

In the corner of the deserted island, there is a ruin, with broken walls everywhere, but even so, there is still a faint breath of formation.

And in such ruins, opportunities may often exist.

While looking at it, suddenly his mind moved, and his consciousness swept behind him.

"This is Fellow Daoist Shi from Xuanyue Sword Sect! My surname is Yun." At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind, and it seemed that it was someone who knew him.

Ning Ping turned around with an indifferent face, and at a glance, the old man dressed in a white robe was another member of the Yun family.

At this time, the other party was smiling and bowing to him.

"Fellow Daoist Shi..." Seeing that Ning Ping had been cold to him, the man from the Yun family was also very confused in his heart, and he was secretly on guard.

"Oh, it turns out to be a member of the Yun family!" Ning Ping's face relaxed, and the other party's cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage also fell into his eyes.

And it was obvious that he didn't have much time left. He probably entered this secret realm to seek a chance to break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage by taking advantage of the pressure of the dangerous environment.

"Where is Yun Chengwang from your Yun family now?"

"Fellow Daoist Shi, you know the young master of my Yun family!" The man was a little nervous at first, but when he heard the other party directly say the young master's name, he felt a little relieved.

"But I don't know where my young master is now!"

"Oh? Then I'll collect some interest from you first!"

Ning Ping heard that, since that was the case, he was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with the other party.

With a thought, a small black arrow flashed and shot at the other party.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, what do you mean!"

The Yun family cultivator was immediately shocked, with a puzzled look on his face, interest? What interest? He shouted in a hurry.

But at this time, the small black arrow flashed and was already approaching him, and the fluctuation of the soul magic made him extremely cautious.

The Yun family cultivator had already been on guard, and directly sacrificed a green magic weapon, which turned out to be a jade flute.

He saw that when he waved it quickly, the green jade flute made a whimpering sound, and a green giant python opened its mouth and swallowed the black arrow.

As soon as the two came into contact, a suction force came out from the soul-devouring arrow. It turned out that the opponent's jade flute was also a means of attacking the Yuanshen.

"Hmph..." The Yun family cultivator suddenly groaned, his face turned pale, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Then, the Soul Devouring Arrow devoured the emerald giant python. At this time, the power of the Soul Devouring Arrow also reached its limit, and it dissipated.

"Hey! Your soul magic is not bad!" Ning Ping said casually with a sneer on his lips.

The souls of the Yun family are powerful, and of course they are not lacking in soul magic. I didn't expect that the person I met today is good at this.