The Path to Becoming Immortal

As soon as his consciousness swept away, large drops of sweat appeared on Ning Ping's face. He was horrified to find that there were vertebrae connecting his entire waist, and his entire body was almost cut into two pieces.

He used the remaining weak energy to tightly restrain the debris in his stomach, otherwise it would flow all over the ground if it came loose, so he didn't dare to move at all at this moment.

Ning Ping slowly and difficultly took out the remaining Qi-nourishing pills and Yuan-increasing pills and put them into his mouth. Then a burst of energy gradually recovered in the body. Due to the lack of luck in refining, only a little bit was slowly released.

At this time, Yu Chengwang fell to the ground motionless and died with his skin covered in gray. His soul body returned to its original form with a thought.

The power of the soul spurted out, quickly taking over the body, and used the power of the soul to tightly bind the wounds and connect the bodies tightly together.

Ning Ping looked coldly at Yu Chengwang, who had fallen to the ground. He rolled up the opponent's storage bag and flying sword with the power of his soul, and immediately took back the opponent's storage bag and flying sword. Then, using the little energy he had just condensed, he shot a fireball in his hand. passed.

He couldn't stay here for long. After painstakingly checking that there were no other omissions, Ning Ping used the power of his soul to restrain himself and flew away to escape.

Along the way, he also carefully collected the tiger carcass he had just hunted, staggered the way Yu Chengwang had come, and headed southwest. After a long time, when there was not much soul power left, I found a hole in the earth that felt safe and got into it. I couldn't delay it any longer at this moment.

He slowly sat down cross-legged, with a helpless smile on his pale face. He didn't expect this foundation-building monk to be so powerful.

At this moment, there was no blood all over his body. If the power of the soul hadn't controlled the wound, he might have died long ago.

Ning Ping looked inside his body and found that the problem was not as serious as usual. The large intestine and small intestine had been cut into several sections, but the bleeding had stopped for now, but if it continued, it would lead to complete necrosis.

Fortunately, some other internal organs were not directly damaged, but were only affected by the fluctuations of the sword energy. Although they were also seriously injured, recovery was much easier.

At this moment, his body was in very bad condition, and the original injury on his chest was as if it was scratching an itch compared to the knife on his waist.

Using the remaining soul power, Ning Ping slowly and accurately connected all the disconnected body organs under internal vision, and then used the soul power to fix them firmly. At this time, the effect of the elixir also began to show. out.

With one mind and two hands, the skill also began to operate slowly. The elixir that was still bound in the stomach just now began to be refined, and then the Yuanli in the body slowly recovered. Using the newly recovered Yuanli, he immediately devoted himself to the injury. middle.

The powerful restorative effect of the Nourishing Qi Pill was also reflected at this moment. After the soul power was carefully connected, the immediately disconnected tissues began to grow again and slowly connected.

One day passed, and Ning Ping opened his eyes with difficulty. The soul he had swallowed at this moment was also refined, and his soul was completely restored to its original state, and it was also faintly strengthened. The power of the soul that had been liquefied in the sea of ​​consciousness at this moment was also getting stronger and stronger. The more it accumulates, the more it accumulates into a small puddle.

Now that the wound has been connected, it can only be said that some mobility has been restored, but Ning Ping knows that he cannot stay here any longer.

Then dragging his seriously injured body with severe discomfort, Ning Ping stepped on the flying sword and flew towards Guangming City with difficulty.

Now that the sky has darkened, Ning Ping made a special circle and was still 10 miles away from the south city gate. Ning Ping put away his flying sword and walked away in the dark. As expected, it was better to be cautious. When he inspected the city gate with his spiritual sense, it was obviously different from the previous one. different.

At this moment, the city gate is brightly lit, and everyone who enters seems to be subject to interrogation. Among them is a monk in the foundation building period. Judging from the clothes, he is the commander of the Law Enforcement Hall.

With a thought in Ning Ping's mind, he turned invisible and rushed forward, then penetrated the city wall and entered the city.

It wasn't until Ningping returned to the small courtyard that he breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally safe.

Shen Qingyao was already at home, when she suddenly heard something moving in the small courtyard, so she went out to take a look.

At a glance, he saw Ning Ping, who looked pale at the moment, and looked like he was seriously ill and weak. He even walked a little vain.

"Ning Ping, what's wrong with you!..." Shen Qingyao said in shock. At this moment, he didn't even open the courtyard door. He ignored how he got in with his current physical condition.

"Shh~ don't make any noise. I was seriously injured in a fight with others. Help me in quickly." Ning Ping quickly stretched out his hand to stop.

Shen Qingyao immediately closed her mouth and helped Ning Ping into the room with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong with you? Does it matter?" Shen Qingyao asked in a panic as soon as she arrived in the room.

"The injury is serious. I need to recover first. Help me take off my clothes." After saying that, with the help of Shen Qingyao, he took off his clothes with difficulty.

At this moment, a ring-shaped red mark on the waist was revealed, and the original hideous wound could still be vaguely seen, as well as the obvious collapse of the chest.

"Woo~ Don't scare me." Shen Qingyao suddenly cried softly in pain, her tears flowing down uncontrollably.

"Sister, don't cry. It's okay now. It's under control." Ning Ping smiled reluctantly, then poured some of the remaining Yiqi Powder into his mouth and began to recover.

"Yeah, sister, if you don't cry, please recover quickly." Shen Qingyao knew that now was not the time to disturb Ning Ping, so she sat quietly aside.

Looking at the bloody wounds on his body, I felt more and more unbearable, and I couldn't hide the deep worry in my eyes.

For ten consecutive days, Ning Ping continued to recover, but now his injuries have completely stabilized, and it is only a matter of time before he fully recovers.

Shen Qingyao also did not go anywhere during these ten days. She stayed in the room to accompany Ning Ping. Seeing him slowly recover, she was relieved.

The day after Ning Ping came back, the City Lord's Mansion finally realized that Yu Chengwang was in trouble. As a leader, his daily whereabouts were very important.

After investigating the last whereabouts, the entire Law Enforcement Hall 9 camps were all dispatched, controlling the city gate and the entire eastern wasteland, and conducting a carpet search.

Finally, traces of suspected action were found in a certain place, but nothing was found at the scene except a pile of ashes.

After repeated setbacks, the City Lord's Mansion was furious and directly issued a reward. As long as any valuable clues were provided, they would be directly regarded as the leader by the City Lord's Mansion, and a large amount of daily cultivation needs would be provided, and their family would also benefit.

Under such stimulation, the whole Guangming City was boiling, and tens of thousands of cultivators ran to the eastern wasteland one after another, trying to see if they could have such good luck.

But Ning Ping and Shen Qingyao knew nothing about this, and they stayed at home all day.

Shen Qingyao stayed quietly by Ning Ping's side from beginning to end, and never asked Ning Ping who hurt him, because she knew that if he could tell her, he would definitely tell her, and if it was really about something that could not be said, he would definitely not tell her even if she asked him.