The ultimate goal of this trip is to fight against the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

As long as he is there, he will always be a sword hanging over everyone's head.

And now, this sword has begun to show its edge.

That is the holy light that forces all cultivation cities to fall under the dark clouds.

So now every second counts and we need to improve our strength in the shortest possible time.

Because the longer the time goes, the more beneficial it is to the clone of Immortal Lord Luo Kun.

Even Ning Ping had a feeling that the Immortal Lord Luo Kun was hoping that the battle in the cultivation world would drag on like this, and he had no intention of coming out to fight at all.

The Immortal Pool of the Immortal Realm is under his control, and the holy light is eroding all cultivators at all times.

In the short term, it may be possible to maintain the idea of sharing a common hatred of the enemy.

But what about the long run?

They estimated that a large number of people would have the same idea as those monks who actively welcomed the holy light.

You will feel that the holy light is not as scary as you imagined, and it seems to be a completely acceptable shortcut.

As a result, two completely opposite sides were formed among all the monks.

Only then will the world of cultivation be in real trouble.

With so many people, should I kill them with the butcher knife in my hand or not?

Kill! The person on the other side might be your own family or friend!

Don't kill him? Then he becomes a stranger in your eyes, and might even try to influence you with some kind of emotion...

So even though he seemed not far from breaking through to the Mahayana stage, Ning Ping still decided to come out of seclusion and give it a try.

Because Ning Ping felt that if he didn't give it a try, he might never have another chance in the future.

While listening to the idle chatter of Hu Buwei and Hong Shi, Ning Ping left behind a fragment of his soul and entered the Tianyan space with a thought.

As soon as he entered the Tianyan space, an undead evil spirit wearing black armor and full of explosive power caught his eye.

Just now I was thinking about the matter of the Immortal Lord Luo Kun in the Holy Land, and I felt very emotional when I thought that the immortal evil spirit in front of me was a fusion of the evil spirit of the Immortal Lord Xuan Yue.

Then he thought of Duni in the Soul Refining Mountain.

There is also the Ice Flame Immortal King who died heroically for the sake of brotherhood.

I thought of the day of the Holy War, when the three great immortal kings reunited in the Ice Flame Secret Realm after everything had changed.

At this moment, Ning Ping's mind moved, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness instantly came to the Soul Refining Mountain.

In a corner, there was an almost undetectable remnant soul, which did not disappear under the nourishment of the Soul Refining Mountain.

This was exactly the residual soul that the Soul Refining Mountain absorbed after the Ice Flame Immortal Lord was defeated by the Luo Kun Immortal Lord that day.

In fact, this remnant soul seems to be nothing more than a spiritual power with the aura of the Ice Flame Immortal Lord.

However, Ning Ping felt that calling it a remnant soul could better prove its existence.

"I don't know what's the point of keeping you here! But at least the three of you brothers are finally reunited here with me!"

As his spiritual thoughts withdrew, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and caught a rusty broken sword in his hand.

This broken sword of Li Qiu also reminded Ning Ping of the battle in Qinglan Fairyland.

Xuan Yue Xianjun raised his sword high and rushed towards the huge black thunder that fell from the sky, which eventually resulted in the sword being destroyed and the man being killed.

According to what we saw that day, the broken sword Li Qiu should be the sword of the Qinglan Immortal Emperor, so it is natural that it is stained with the blood of the Leiming Immortal Emperor.

Holding the broken sword in his hand, Ning Ping seemed to be able to vaguely feel the resolute sword heart of Immortal Lord Xuan Yue that day.

"This sword is yours now!"

Ning Ping raised his hand, and Li Qiu in his hand turned into an arc and flew directly towards the motionless undead evil spirit.

Two cold rays suddenly burst out from the empty eyes of the undead evil spirit, and he raised his hand to grab Li Qiu in his palm.

"Buzz..."

A faint sword sound immediately emanated from the broken sword Li Qiu.

At this time, a black light emerged from the undead evil spirit, and then rushed towards the broken sword in his hand.

“Sizzle…”

Amidst a burst of lightning and thunder, the undead evil spirit shook violently all over, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

Ning Ping watched from the side and frowned secretly.

The broken sword on Li Qiu's body was stained with the blood of the Thundering Immortal Emperor, and it also contained his astonishing will.

At the beginning, I just did a little exploration and my soul was hurt.

Just when Ning Ping saw that the other party was about to collapse and wanted to take it back, suddenly something new happened.

I saw that the layers of restrictions that Ning Ping had set up on Canjian Li Qiujian were constantly collapsing.

Moreover, under the surge of the black light, the rusty spots began to peel off, retreat, and continue to merge.

Finally, a drop of bright red blood slid down from the broken sword.

Seeing this, Ning Ping's eyes suddenly focused, and he raised his hand without hesitation, and a jade bottle shot out, collecting the drop of blood into the jade bottle.

An extremely powerful will instantly rushed towards Ning Ping, even in the face of this drop of blood.

Ning Ping was like a child at this moment, facing a towering, cold-blooded giant, with no room for resistance.

"Buzz..."

The soul manifestation emerged silently behind him again at this moment, and with a surge of aura, he wanted to fight against that will.

Unstoppable~! The will is too strong.

Even with the blessing of the soul embodiment, Ning Ping felt as if he was hit head-on by a mountain.

Surprised, Ning Ping seized the opportunity and waved his hands repeatedly, and layer after layer of restrictions were placed on the jade bottle.

After a long time, Ning Ping collapsed to the ground exhausted. The jade bottle was wrapped in countless restrictions, and finally the will was isolated inside.

"Strong! Truly too strong. Is this the power of an Immortal Emperor? The power of a mere drop of blood?"

Ning Ping carefully put away the jade bottle with lingering fear, because this was a drop of blood of the Immortal Emperor.

There is no doubt that its value is comparable to that of dragon blood and dragon pill.

Although I haven't figured out how to use it yet, maybe I can use it in the future.

It's true, if you count carefully, I have really gained a lot of benefits from this Thunder Immortal Emperor.

Like the thunder pattern, it is a good treasure. I completely ignore the thunder in this world.

Just based on this point, he can gain many benefits and even use thunder to kill people everywhere.

It also gave birth to the origin of thunder, which is the most important point.

At this time, Ning Ping, who had finally recovered, had the time to look at the undead evil spirit.

I immediately saw a surprising scene.

The sword that was originally in the hands of the undead evil spirit disappeared, and was replaced by the broken sword Li Qiu.

But now, apart from the hilt, there is no sign of a broken sword.

The sword was replaced by a black and translucent ice sword.