The Path to Becoming Immortal

At this time, the other two monks also reacted. They looked at the saber-toothed tiger and then at Ning Ping's thin body in surprise. After vaguely realizing his cultivation level, they looked incredible.

Ning Ping was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that in such a short time, this guy had seen everything in front of him.

"Since you said that this saber-toothed tiger was discovered by you first, then let you take it. I'll take my leave." Ning Ping was straightforward. The other party's cultivation level was too high. If he started fighting, it would be really troublesome for him. It was not worth it for him to fight for a mere monster.

"Brother, please stay. Since you killed it, this monster is of course yours." The short monk said as he moved sideways, and stopped Ning Ping. With a gleam in his eyes, he continued, "But we are more interested in your method of killing. I hope you can teach us!"

The other two were a little anxious when they heard the previous words. Others said they would give it to them, but the following words made them happy. They immediately pulled away a little and tried to surround Ning Ping.

"In this case, then well, you watch..." Ning Ping's heart sank. This situation must not be resolved peacefully. If it was ordinary means, he could try his luck, but what about his own situation? He could only fight to the death.

Then Ning Ping bent down and touched the saber-toothed tiger. Several people also stared at Ning Ping's every move. If he really mastered this method, his life would be much more comfortable in the future.

But at this moment, the saber-toothed tiger on the ground suddenly disappeared, and was instantly put into the storage bag by Ning Ping. Then he moved his body and rushed out from the only gap. At the same time, he pointed his fingers several times in succession, turning into three strong winds and shooting at the foreheads of the three people who were slightly stunned.

The three people were instantly shocked and rolled to the side. Fortunately, the three people were also on guard. After all, there was a big gap in their cultivation, and the three fingers unfortunately shot into the air.

But then the three people were also very experienced. While rolling, they raised their hands and attacked Ning Ping. Then they turned into three attacks in the air, which triggered layers of waves visible in the air and attacked Ning Ping's back.

Ning Ping sensed that the Yuanling Finger he shot out did not work, and he was slightly disappointed, but he did block the opponent. In this time, Ning Ping also rushed out twenty feet away.

But then he sensed that the three attacks also appeared behind him. Ning Ping was terrified and quickly dodged. However, the difference in cultivation between the two sides was really big. Although he tried his best to avoid the fatal sword attack on his head, he could not avoid the other two attacks.

"Shua~Bang~" Two consecutive sounds immediately appeared on Ning Ping's left arm. A deep wound that could be seen to the bone appeared. At the same time, his left shoulder was also hit and immediately felt numb. He realized that his shoulder blade had been shattered.

A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body. This palm force was exactly from the monk surnamed Yun. Fortunately, he put the flying sword into the storage bag, otherwise he would probably have lost half of his body.

"Damn it, he dared to play tricks on us, chase him!" The short monk immediately became furious and climbed up from the ground in a panic. Thinking that the other party had a storage bag on him, he was even more reluctant.

"Haha, don't worry, how can he run away? Everything on him is ours." The monk surnamed Yun in white clothes actually had a bright look in his eyes and looked excited. Then he waved his hand and threw out the flying sword and rushed out first.

Ning Ping endured the severe pain and kept an eye on the opponent's movements. He wanted to use his legs to run past the opponent. Even if the other person didn't have a flying sword, he could still catch up, not to mention the flying sword.

So he made up his mind, and then his soul body flew into the air with a weapon in each hand, while his body continued to flee forward.

Ning Ping's soul body held a harpoon in one hand and stared coldly at the monk surnamed Yun who kept approaching.

The monk surnamed Yun came with a grim smile on his face, not taking Ning Ping, the kid, seriously at all. Ning Ping held the harpoon steadily in front of him, and when the other party approached, he raised the harpoon in his hand slightly to meet him.

'Don't you want to know how I killed the saber-toothed tiger? Now let you experience it yourself.' The harpoon was gently loosened forward, and then the dagger in the other hand was also waved. In the air, only two cold rays flashed slightly and then returned to the invisible again.

"Ah..., ho~ho~" A scream came out of the monk surnamed Yun, but then a deep scar appeared on his throat, and the blood gushed out, instantly blocking the scream in his throat.

The monk surnamed Yun was blind, and his throat was also severely injured. He was staggering and fell headfirst. Although the monk's vitality was strong, such a wound on the throat of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage would be fatal if not treated in time.

At this moment, Ning Ping also stood far away, holding his injured left arm with one hand, and looked back coldly at this scene.

"Brother Yun, what's wrong with you! Don't be in trouble." The two people behind came to the monk surnamed Yun in shock, and hurriedly helped the monk surnamed Yun to treat him. From the tone of his voice, the monk surnamed Yun seemed quite extraordinary.

The two of them also became nervous. The scene just now was too weird. They didn't even see the boy make a move, but he had injured himself inexplicably.

However, when the short monk saw his injury, he felt something was wrong. Then he looked at the flying sword that fell to the ground not far away. What he was thinking was self-evident.

But then a scene that shocked them even more appeared. The monk surnamed Yun suddenly trembled with fear on his face, as if he was experiencing something terrible.

Of course, this was the soul-devouring technique that Ning Ping used. Since it was a life-and-death situation, he had no scruples.

Just as the remaining two people were extremely frightened and protected their bodies tightly, after ten breaths, the monk surnamed Yun had a pale face and had lost all signs of life.

The two stared blankly at the monk surnamed Yun who had died, and then looked at Ning Ping in the distance. A chill surged from the bottom of their hearts. The unknown was the most terrifying.

"We must keep this kid, otherwise Brother Yun will die, and we won't be able to survive even if we escape." The short monk suppressed the fear in his heart and stared at Ning Ping in the distance.

"Ah~ Right!" At this time, the tall monk came back to his senses, and seemed to think of something more terrifying.

"Boy, give me your life." Then he raised a long sword and rushed towards Ning Ping, shouting as if to get rid of the fear in his heart.

At this time, the short monk twisted his body and shot towards the place where the flying sword fell. A scene that shocked him appeared. The flying sword that was lying on the ground disappeared inexplicably.

Then his body suddenly shook, and his whole body could not move. Then a huge pain from the depths of his soul filled his mind. He felt that his soul was uncontrollably pulled by a huge force and swallowed up into the invisible.

Several people planned to take action. Ning Ping’s first priority was to quickly kill the monk with the flying sword, and then swallow the smart short monk while they were panicking. Even the flying sword was not taken away at the first time, which was all in his calculations. In the end, it would be much easier to deal with the remaining one.