An Ordinary Path to Immortality

But Fang Ping didn't seem to care about it. He just frowned slightly, and then released two long dragons of soul from his brows.

As soon as these two dragon-shaped souls appeared, the Yuanying monsters in the distance who were still struggling to hold on could no longer hold on and lay on the ground trembling.

Not only them, but even the little Peng bird who was hiding in the dark and observing the fight between the little lion and Fang Ping also frowned, and at the same time performed the running skills to stimulate the inherited bloodline, so as to block the beast king and dragon power emanating from the souls of the two.

"These two guys are really... a match made in heaven." There was a bit of strangeness in the sharp and cold eyes of the Peng bird.

The black python corrected it: "What do you mean by a match made in heaven? Don't you realize that from beginning to end, it was actually that human who had the upper hand?"

"The little lion is not his opponent. This human has been teasing it from beginning to end." The octopus's merciless evaluation made the two monsters look up to it.

The black python even winked at it, signaling it to be careful when speaking.

The little lion and Fang Ping's souls collided in the void, and the two souls collided, and instantly a stream of shattered pure soul energy dissipated in all directions.

At the same time, Fang Ping and the little lion both clenched their teeth, trying to endure the discomfort caused by the continuous consumption of souls.

"Boy, it doesn't feel good to have your soul energy destroyed. If you can't hold on, just scream." The little lion said while trying to endure the discomfort of his soul.

Fang Ping sneered: "This level of soul injury is nothing. I have experienced countless situations that are hundreds or thousands of times more painful than this."

Fang Ping spoke the truth, but to the little lion, it sounded like Fang Ping was pretending again.

The little lion, who had been smooth sailing since childhood and had not suffered too many setbacks or experienced too much pain, did not have the same determination as Fang Ping when facing soul injury.

Originally, it was prepared to hold on until Fang Ping couldn't hold on and screamed, and then it would scream.

In this way, he at least won half the game.

But Fang Ping only frowned slightly, and did not show too much discomfort.

But the little lion could not hold on any longer, and could not help but roar in pain: "Roar..."

The competition of the two's spirit and endurance ended with Fang Ping's victory again.

The little lion roared unwillingly: "Don't be complacent, I have so many tricks that you can't even count them."

Fang Ping spread his hands innocently: "Am I complacent? From the beginning to the end, I have been sincerely inviting you to be my mount, little cat, you must believe in my sincerity."

"Aoao..." The little lion was so angry that both heads roared strangely: "Boy, I swear to kill you, Heaven and Earth Dharma, come out!"

As the little lion's voice fell, the little lion's body began to expand rapidly. Almost in an instant, it changed from a big lion that looked burly to a huge monster that was as tall as a mountain and hundreds of feet high.

Fang Ping took a look, his expression still calm: "Oh, you actually have such magical powers, I am surprised."

"Boy, are you scared? If you don't want to be crushed into a pulp by me, just cut your own throat." The little lion lowered its two big heads and looked down at Fang Ping, with a proud look on its face.

Fang Ping nodded seriously and said: "I am really getting more and more satisfied with you. I declare that I will take you as my mount."

"You dare to say that? I will slap you to death."

The little lion slapped down with its huge palm, splashing thousands of feet of huge waves, but Fang Ping disappeared from its perception.

"Where is the man? Did I slap him into dust?"

The little lion looked at its claws in disbelief. Even it felt that it was too smooth, so smooth that it was a little unbelievable.

Just as it was stunned, Fang Ping's voice suddenly came from above his head: "Little cat, no, I should call you big cat now. You have become so big, are you afraid that I will not feel comfortable when I ride you?"

The little lion thought it was not good, but it did not have time to react. It felt its back sink, and then it felt the mane behind its two heads being grabbed by two hands at the same time.

"Very good, very comfortable to sit on, moderately soft and hard, and the mane is also easy to grab. It is convenient to control the direction with two heads."

Under a pair of surprised eyes, Fang Ping actually performed a magical power similar to the Dharma Image. His body also turned into a giant of a hundred feet, and he rode on the back of the two-headed golden lion openly, with his two hands grabbing the thick mane on the two heads, looking very much like a coachman driving a carriage.

"How is this possible? How can you also have the magical power of the Dharma Image?" The little lion was shocked.

Fang Ping teased, "The first thing you thought of was not that I was riding you, but why I had the magical power of Dharma. It seems that you have already accepted being angry with me and being my mount in your subconscious mind."

"Yes!" The little lion suddenly realized, "How dare you, you bastard, ride me? Get off me, ah ah, I will bite you to death."

The little lion was furious, and turned its two heads desperately to bite Fang Ping behind him.

"Yes, that's it." Fang Ping's legs tightly clamped the body of the two-headed golden lion, and his hands also grabbed its mane. Whenever the golden lion wanted to turn its head to bite him, Fang Ping would grab its mane and pull its head back.

"This is what happens when a mortal knight tames a wild horse, exactly the same as our current situation." Fang Ping said excitedly: "Just struggle. The harder you struggle, the more sense of accomplishment I will have when I completely tame you."

"Get down, don't ride me." The little lion kicked its hooves wildly, and every time it splashed terrifying waves.

Fang Ping would naturally not get down easily. It held the little lion tightly and let it run around in the sea. It looked exactly the same as what Fang Ping said, exactly the process of a human knight taming a wild horse.

This process seemed to be fun, but all the monsters and humans present knew that the two of them were not just taming horses now.

Every time they moved, every time the little lion bit, every time Fang Ping pulled it back, every time the little lion bumped, Fang Ping always sat steadily on its back. All of this was a competition of strength between Fang Ping and the little lion.

Whether it was the collision of their own cultivation and spiritual power, it was more of a competition of their respective physical strength.

However, the outcome of this round seemed to have been decided as the little lion gradually ran out of strength. Both its speed and strength became slower and slower, and it was announced that it had once again fallen behind in this round of competition with Fang Ping.