Ning Ping smiled calmly and remained unmoved. As his skills were activated, an invisible shield formed by the "Hunji Dongxu Sutra" skills was formed outside his body. With his Yuanli, he directly rushed towards the flying wind blade. With a light "puff~" sound, the wind blade hit the invisible shield as soon as it approached Ning Ping's body. The Yuanli shuttled outside his body under the power of the skills, and instantly pushed the wind blade away, and then stirred in the shield, and the wind blade immediately dissipated into the invisible. And the dispersed Yuanli was then driven by the skills and integrated into a certain position in the body that was consistent with the fluctuation of its Yuanli. At this time, Ning Ping's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed. He was indeed extremely tough and had no fear of ordinary magic. And just now, a part of the opponent's Yuanli was absorbed by his skills, which was not expected before. Then he began to think about something. The monk behind him saw that the wind blade he had fired was inexplicably resolved by the opponent. Such a strange scene instantly shocked him. As his skills were activated, a shield appeared on his body, and he quickly retreated. At this moment, Ning Ping's mind moved. According to his guess just now, a stream of Yuanli emerged from the position where the opponent's fluctuations were absorbed. As Ning Ping pointed his finger forward, a strong wind broke through the air. It was the Yuanling Finger that was used. "Ah~" The monk who was running back suddenly exclaimed, and a stream of blood spurted out from his back. The Yuanli shield on his body just now did not block it at all, and the Yuanling Finger broke into his body. It turned out that Ning Ping noticed that the opponent's unique Yuanli fluctuations were actually absorbed by his own unique position, so he decisively used the position just now to stimulate Yuanli and imitated the opponent's Yuanli fluctuations. Sure enough, one strike worked.
Everyone's Yuanli has its own unique fluctuations, and the Yuanli shield uses the difference in Yuanli fluctuations with others to produce a repulsive effect to achieve the role of protection. "Don't kill me, I admit defeat, I won't dare to follow you anymore." After being severely injured, the monk knew that he couldn't outrun Ning Ping, and then his knees softened and he begged for mercy. "If you lose, you have to admit it. Take off your hood." Ning Ping came close and said lightly. "Okay, I'll do it right away." The monk pulled off his hood and showed a horrified expression. Ning Ping saw it, and a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then his consciousness went deep into the killing order. "If I fall into your hands, I'm sure you won't let me go." While speaking, an invisible soul pounced on the other party. Just now, the soul was about to be devoured, so Ning Ping said a few more words to the other party, and now the time is just right. The short battle took only more than twenty breaths of time, and instantly completed two killing order tasks, harvested one thousand spirit stones, and two storage bags. Ning Ping waved his hand, and two fireballs shot over, put on a black robe and mask, and then turned into a figure and quickly left. At this moment, Ning Ping was more and more shocked. The technique of "Hunji Dongxu Sutra" was beyond his expectation. It could not only purify the Yuanli, but also had a great effect in fighting. You know, after killing two people in a row, his own Yuanli was almost not damaged. Of course, the biggest contribution was the Soul Devouring Technique. Then the shield will be called the Dongxu Shield. Ning Ping was happy and gave this shield a name for its explosive combat effect. The Spiritual Medicine Valley was extremely vast. Although Ning Ping met some people later, he continued to look for herbs without the other party provoking him. This day, Ning Ping recovered on a big tree. After running around continuously, his physical strength would be consumed to some extent. In dangerous situations, he also needed to maintain his peak state at all times. Suddenly, Ning Ping's consciousness sensed that several people were approaching. Ning Ping's mind moved and he immediately entered the invisible state. Now that his soul has been upgraded, the invisibility effect and time have been greatly improved. If he is stationary, the consumption is extremely low. Three monks came over at this time, all of them were sneaky and looked cautious. "Brother Yang, how far is it? We have been running for 4 consecutive days. Let's take a break." The person who spoke was a white-faced man who was less than 30 years old. "You guy, I told you to practice well but you were lazy. Okay, let's take a break first." The monk surnamed Yang frowned and looked around cautiously with sinister eyes. "I don't know whether the news is true or not. So many years have passed. Even if there is a monk's cave, it may have been discovered by someone." The white-faced monk sat casually under the tree and muttered.
"Who knows? Since we are planning to do this, of course we would rather believe it. What if it is true?" Another tall and thin monk said. "Everyone hurry up, that place is still far away from here." The older monk surnamed Yang said lightly. So the two stopped talking and sat cross-legged to recover. Ning Ping didn't understand what was going on, so he quietly left. It is estimated that it will take about 5 days to reach the destination of this trip, Baitan Valley, where the white orchid fruit is found. To be honest, Ning Ping does not have much hope for this. Since Zheng Yuanming has been so generous to let him know, if it is very simple, someone in his family can go and get it. Why go to such trouble and add many uncertainties. He hurried on the road at a leisurely pace, and killed many blind guys along the way. His soul also increased significantly. In addition to the spiritual medicine he harvested along the way, he said that this trip was worthwhile. But Ning Ping was excited by a target he suddenly found that day. The person who came was Tu Xinjun who had repeatedly provoked him. However, the people around him gave Ning Ping a headache. At this moment, he was followed by five people, two of whom were cultivators in the foundation-building stage, and the other three seemed to have reached the eighth or ninth level of the Qi-refining stage. After observing with his spiritual sense, Ning Ping smiled coldly and then disappeared. After calculating a certain distance, Ning Ping instructed his soul to approach. When the distance between his body and them was almost the farthest, Ning Ping rushed over without hesitation. "Ah~" A shocking cry of pain came from Tu Xinjun's mouth. "Young Master, what's wrong with you?" The five people then dispersed and became alert in horror, but then they found nothing. Tu Xinjun, however, stood still as if he had encountered a ghost. He fell to the ground stiffly while twitching, and then his body showed a strange grayish-white color. "Young Master" "Young Master" When the others came to their senses, they found that Tu Xinjun on the ground was already dead. Ning Ping grabbed a storage bag from a distance, then disappeared again and left quietly, while screams from afar were heard from time to time.