An Ordinary Path to Immortality

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Zhuang Cheng and the others who were secretly absorbing the spirit stones to recover couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

In fact, it seemed that they had controlled the Falling Star-Shaking Sea Formation to kill so many monks cleanly and neatly.

In fact, controlling the formation was extremely taxing on the four of them.

In addition, after putting away the formation, they were in a hurry to collect the spoils and did not take any time to recover. As a result, when facing Fang Ping, the strength of the four was not at its peak.

Now that they saw Fang Ping taking action and using two spiritual treasures, the Five-Colored Stone Tablet and the Huntian Cauldron, they became excited and also used their own spiritual treasures to fight back.

The result of using spiritual treasures with Nascent Soul cultivation is that the spiritual energy in their bodies is consumed more and more, so that they have to use spiritual stones and pills to restore it.

It is precisely because they have a deep understanding of the consumption of spiritual treasures by Yuanying monks that they say that Fang Ping cannot hold on for too long when they take time to recover.

"Boy, we have just experienced a great battle and have used spirit treasures one after another. It is normal for our own spiritual power to be weak." The old man said harshly: "It's just that you have used so many spirit treasures to compete with us. I'm afraid your consumption will be higher than I’m waiting for something bigger.”

The middle-aged monk raised his hand and looked at the fog that was slowly corroding his protective spiritual light, and said scornfully: "I think this fog also requires a lot of energy support to be generated. I'm afraid you won't be feeling well now, kid."

After he finished speaking, Fang Ping's body suddenly appeared above the Huntian Cauldron.

At this time, he was standing with his hands behind his back, his long hair flying, holding the Purple Thunder Bamboo in his hand, and the dark brown mud ball was slowly rotating around his body.

He stepped on the Huntian Cauldron, with a five-color stone tablet on his head. His aura was surging and the light was shining. He looked down at the four of them and said, "Do you think my current state looks like I am running out of energy?"

The moment they saw Fang Ping, the four people's expressions suddenly became extremely ugly.

The old woman was shocked: "How is this possible? The four of us are still a little weak when we join forces. He has controlled so many spiritual treasures and has been entangled with me for so long. Why is he not tired at all?"

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly: "It's just pretending. Maybe he just swallowed some treasure that can quickly restore spiritual power."

Fang Ping smiled and did not make meaningless arguments: "You have been attacking me for so long, is it my turn next?"

After saying this, a faint spatial fluctuation was heard, and Fang Ping's figure disappeared from the place.

"Sure enough, it's space..." Before the old woman could finish her words, she suddenly turned pale with fright, her body-protecting aura suddenly surged, and she swung the long whip in her hand toward the left side of her body without hesitation.

However, there was only a faint ripple in space beside her, and Fang Ping's figure did not appear as expected.

She, who was already low on energy, became even more empty after this blow.

Not only her, but the other three people were also deceived by Fang Ping's feint, and each of them went all out to execute a move. In panic, they were deeply afraid that Fang Ping would attack them, so they naturally used all their strength to attack. The result was that their own state was weakened. get worse.

"Rat, I thought you were very capable, but it turns out you are just a useless piece of trash." The old woman scolded sternly.

Fang Ping appeared next to the Huntian Cauldron again: "I just saw that you were in poor condition and couldn't bear to take advantage of you. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful."

The middle-aged monk scolded with a cold face: "Boy, don't try to use your words here. If you have the ability, you can fight with us."

Fang Ping sighed: "Oh, I wanted to give you some time to recover and fight with you openly, but instead of being grateful, you asked me to take action now. In this case, I can't let you down. , today I will let you see the power of my other spiritual treasure, the Sky-breaking Purple Thunder Bamboo."

After Fang Ping finished speaking, his aura surged. He pointed the Purple Thunder Bamboo from the sky towards everyone and shouted: "The thunder in the sky will be destroyed."

"Boom boom boom boom"

Four thunders roared in succession, and four rays of thunder burst out from the Purple Thunder Bamboo and roared down towards the four people.

As soon as the four of them heard that Fang Ping was holding another spiritual treasure, and it was also a lightning-attributed spiritual treasure, when they saw the thunder shooting out from the purple bamboo, they quickly activated the protective magic weapon and activated it with all their strength. Lingbao defends.

As a result, the thunder fell, and everyone was surprised to find that the thunder struck by the so-called spiritual treasure Zizhu only had the power of the Four Nine Thunder Tribulations.

Just when the four of them were confused, Fang Ping's apologetic voice sounded: "Hey, I'm really sorry. I was so anxious just now that I took the wrong treasure."

Fang Ping was in a hurry, constantly changing various treasures in his hand, and soon a purple bamboo appeared in his hand again: "I'm sorry, I have too many treasures. It's normal to accidentally take the wrong one. I think you can understand. Yes."

The faces of Zhuang Cheng and the four others became darker. No, it should be said that their faces were a little pale, because when they resisted the thunder just now, they once again consumed a lot of spiritual energy. After Fang Ping's repeated consumption of the few spiritual energy, it was really difficult for them. bear.

The old woman was furious: "You brat, you must have done it on purpose."

Fang Ping examined his hands and said, "Old lady, look at what you said, why can't people make mistakes?"

The old woman was so angry that she immediately stopped caring and swung the long whip towards Fang Ping again.

This time, Fang Ping did not retreat but advanced. He flew up and the thunder wrapped around the purple bamboo touched the long whip firmly.

"boom"

Fang Ping flew back and landed steadily on the Hun Tian Ding. The old woman also took a step back. After the arc flashed on her body, there was blood on the corner of her mouth.

Fang Ping did not evaluate his own results. He nodded seriously: "Not bad, not bad, I didn't make a mistake this time. It was the spiritual treasure Zizhu."

Seeing Fang Ping so calm, the others were shocked.

Fang Ping controlled so many spiritual treasures and fought with them for so long. They were almost unable to hold on, but Fang Ping was so vigorous at this time that he made the old woman holding the spiritual treasure bleed.

In addition, what surprised them even more was that Fang Ping could actually fight the old woman head-on and even had a slight advantage.

"Dear Taoist friends, the Nine Heavens Thunder is moving, please taste it carefully."

Fang Ping urged Zizhu to perform thunder magic again. Four thunders that were several times more powerful than before were like thunder dragons falling from the sky, carrying the breath of thunder rules, and roared towards the four people.

The middle-aged cultivator exclaimed: "The power of the six-ninth thunder tribulation, and with the blessing of the thunder rules, it is almost infinitely close to the seven-ninth thunder tribulation."

"Damn, what kind of freak is this kid?" The old man used his cane to hit with all his strength, breaking the thunder. Although he was not injured, he was in shock.

Not only did he have the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm at such a young age, but he also had so many spiritual treasures and comprehended many rules.

However, what shocked them the most was that Zhuang Cheng told them that this guy was also a cultivator with multiple spiritual roots.

Not only him, but the other three people also had the same idea in their hearts.

In short, Fang Ping's slightly revealed strength has made the four people look at Fang Ping differently and feel a little ashamed.

Compared with the young man in front of him, he has lived in vain at this age.