This time, he was seriously injured by a single punch, not to mention that he suffered such a great loss at the hands of a junior who was at a lower level than him.
Even before, it had never happened in Xiu Ran's hands!
But Ning Ping still had no intention of taking action. The corners of his mouth even curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
"why are you laughing?!!!"
Master Huo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the murderous intent shot directly at the other party from the slits of his eyes.
So what if he hit me, so what if I am seriously injured.
I still have the strength to fight, even if it means losing a valuable treasure.
Why should he laugh? What right does he have to laugh in front of me!
"you......"
But just when he was about to say something harsh, his expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, Master Huo Rong suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear on his face and in his eyes.
His legs immediately went limp and he sat cross-legged on the ground.
He even completely forgot to be on guard and looked at himself with horror, as if trying to figure something out.
In an instant, the paleness on his face was covered with a layer of deathly gray.
"What...what is this?"
Master Huo Rong touched his hair, which had turned visibly gray and completely lost its luster.
And the grayish-white color continued to spread from the roots to the ends of his hair, just like the deathly intent in his body, which was constantly spreading throughout his body.
Even if he tried to use his Yuan power or the power of his soul to control it, as soon as he was contaminated by that strange gray aura.
Just like adding nutrients to the gray fog, it became stronger after devouring the Yuanli and soul power.
Then, raging flames erupted from his body, and he tried to use the flames to refine the horrific gray fog, but it was still ineffective.
Even if it was not stopped, wherever the horrific gray fog passed, all the strange life forces were quickly devoured, and after devouring the life forces, the gray fog continued to grow rapidly.
Caught in a dilemma, the gray fog spread to his entire body.
Feeling his lifespan slipping away rapidly, Master Huo Rong was extremely frightened and at a loss. He had never heard of such a strange method.
At this time, he felt extremely regretful, regretting that he should not have provoked the other party.
In just a short while, Master Huo Rong became extremely old, and the paleness and wrinkles on his face became visibly heavier and deeper.
In the blink of an eye, the originally black hair turned into a dull gray.
"Ahem...what...what on earth is this?"
Master Huo Rong coughed dryly in despair, and with this slight movement, a strand of gray hair on his head fell down.
Ning Ping was not moved at all. He just stood on the top of the Soul Refining Mountain, watching the other party's futile struggle quietly.
Seeing that the other party ignored him completely, Master Huo Rong instantly gave up the idea of begging for mercy.
A cultivator in the Mahayana stage naturally has his own unique pride. After completely abandoning that thought, a desire to survive burst out again.
"You think you can take my life with this? Forget it!" Master Huo Rong mobilized all the remaining energy in his body.
Afterwards, Ning Ping felt that the fire barrier that trapped him suddenly disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Master Huo Rong moved suddenly, grabbed the long sword whose light had dimmed a lot, and stabbed it directly towards the top of his head.
Ning Ping just watched quietly, without any intention of chasing after him.
Master Huo Rong's weak spiritual sense saw that Ning Ping below was not following him, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
But then a feeling of bitterness arose in my heart, and my mood instantly fell to the bottom.
He knew that the other party no longer cared about hunting him down, or that the other party already knew his fate.
"No!!! I haven't ascended to the upper realm yet! I just need to find the Holy Lord, he will definitely help me get rid of that damn thing!"
Thinking of this, he swung the sword in his hand towards the approaching transparent formation shield.
"boom......"
A sound much weaker than the previous one was heard, and a recoil force suddenly hit Master Huo Rong.
"Wow......"
Master Huo Rong flew backwards and screamed miserably while still in mid-air.
Nothing came out of his mouth, as if his body had dried up.
As he fell, all the gray hair on his head fell away and his eyes were filled with despair.
“Plop…”
Master Huo Rong's shriveled body fell to the ground like a piece of dead wood, and his cloudy eyes looked helplessly at the dome above his head that was returning to calm.
“I never thought that my last attack was to escape!”
"If I can get out, the Holy Lord will definitely find a way to save me..."
“…”
Mumbling incoherently...
Afterwards, the last glimmer of light in Master Huo Rong's eyes was replaced by a grayish-white hue, and the last ray of hope was gone.
Ning Ping didn't hear what the other party was saying, nor did he care.
After letting out a long breath, he put away the Soul Refining Mountain with a thought and appeared beside the other person in a flash.
At a glance, one could see that Master Huo Rong's shriveled and grayish body was covered with wrinkles under his wide robe, like a completely dehydrated corpse.
Those gray and empty eyes stared helplessly at the dome above his head.
At this moment, a trace of pure death energy floated directly towards the distant Soul Refining Mountain and was dragged into it in a flash.
Ning Ping was a little surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that the Soul Refining Mountain could absorb such deathly energy.
Then he swept his spiritual sense around, his eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his hand to grab the body of Master Huo Rong on the ground from a distance.
A flash of light flashed and flew out from the opponent's body, landing directly in front of Ning Ping.
This is a dull, dark red bead the size of a fist. It has a strong aura of the law of fire and a very unique aura.
That familiar aura clearly indicated that some of the methods used by Master Huo Rong on the ground before originated from here.
"What is this? Fire? It doesn't look like fire..."
After looking at it carefully, Ning Ping discovered that this thing was completely different from the so-called fire that Xiu Ran mentioned.
Even though there may be many kinds of fire, the bead in front of me is definitely not one of them.
Ning Ping's mind raced as he made a quick inference, and soon his eyes lit up slightly.
"Dragon Demon Pill?"
That’s right, Ning Ping felt a sense of déjà vu when seeing this dark red bead.
That was the giant dragon Tu Yan that he had encountered in the Ice Flame Secret Realm. He was disturbed by Xiu Ran's words before, and only after careful investigation did he suddenly realize it.
