An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Ah..."

The little lion screamed, with pain, anger, unwillingness, and a bit of grievance in his voice.

"Boom"

Its scream had not yet ended, and a mountain-shaped spiritual treasure was thrown out by Fang Ping. It swelled against the wind. When it came above the little lion, it had become the same size as the little lion, and smashed the little lion into the sea.

But just as the little lion entered the sea, the waves in the sea roared, and it pushed the little lion out from the bottom of the sea.

Then the space trembled, and the small mountain spiritual treasure disappeared from the original place. When it appeared again, it came to the top of the little lion's head again and knocked the little lion away.

The little lion's two heads spurted blood at the same time. Before it could stabilize its body, it was pierced by the flaming arrows shot by the golden knife and the longbow, and four more holes were added to its body. Then the nine-story golden pagoda flew over and hit the little lion's golden head heavily.

Blood splashed, and the aura of Tao was diffused. Every attack of Fang Ping was not only powerful, but also made the little lion only have the ability to be beaten, and there was no power to resist at all.

What made the little lion even more desperate was that every attack of Fang Ping was actually blessed by the rules. On every wound on his body, there were various rules left, making it impossible for it to recover from the injuries.

Under Fang Ping's repeated attacks, the little lion was hit everywhere like a sandbag by various means of attack.

After a while, the little lion's body was full of wounds, and the blood of the golden lion dripped into the sea, dyeing the whole sea red.

The originally majestic golden lion had no power to fight back, and could only be beaten wildly by Fang Ping as a living target. Unknowingly, the little lion's body was already tattered, and in several places, the broken internal organs under the skin could even be seen.

At this time, Fang Ping said nothing, as if he had made up his mind to kill the little lion, and hit the little lion with various means of attack.

Finally, the little lion's breath became weaker and weaker, and its cry became weaker and weaker. It was obvious that it could no longer hold on.

"If the attack is this intense, the little lion will be killed in a short while." The Peng bird whispered.

"Don't worry, it will not die. Senior Lion King will never watch the little lion die." The octopus said firmly.

"If the Lion King intervenes in the organization, it will destroy the agreement between the two parties. The human cultivators who are transcending the tribulation will definitely not sit idly by." The black python said.

"That depends on what conditions can be reached between Senior Lion King and the human cultivators who are transcending the tribulation." The octopus said while looking up at the sky.

As he said, the little lion was beaten more and more miserably, until now it was weak and had no power to fight back. It seemed that it would be killed by Fang Ping in the next moment.

In fact, the little lion was in a very bad state now. Not only was its body torn, but all parts of its body were also being eroded by the rules. Even its own Nascent Soul was seriously injured at this time.

The most important thing was that in the process of being beaten with sandbags, in order to avoid the damage to the Nascent Soul and the soul, it burned its blood essence several times to open the bloodline magic, causing its foundation to be severely damaged.

At that moment, a voice of oppression and anger suddenly appeared in the sky:

"Enough!"

This voice was loud and clear, and it sounded like the other party was very far away, but it made people feel that it was right next to them.

Fang Ping, who was hitting the sandbag, paused with both hands. The various treasures that were attacking the little lion also returned to Fang Ping's body and entered the Nascent Soul of the Divine Tree because they lost Fang Ping's control.

The reason why it stopped was not because he was scared by the other party, but because the other party just said two simple words, which made Fang Ping's whole body tremble violently. Not only did his ears buzz, but even his soul and Nascent Soul felt uncomfortable for a moment.

Fang Ping knew that it should be a strong person from the demon clan who took action, because when this voice appeared, Fang Ping felt a strong pressure, which made him feel that he was like an ant and a mountain in front of the other party.

"Lion King, do you want to break our agreement?" Jingchu's voice sounded.

It is obvious that the one who just pointed at Fang Ping should be the golden lion in the Tribulation Period, the Lion King.

"The winner has been decided. I don't think there is any need to continue." said the lion king.

Jingchu said sarcastically: "Whether the winner has been decided or not, what does it have to do with you? Have you forgotten the agreement between us? We old guys can't interfere in the battle between the younger generations."

The lion king knew that he was in the wrong. When Jingchu taught him a lesson, the lion king did not get angry, nor did he forcefully refute: "I will naturally not forget our agreement."

"Then why do you still want to intervene? Does the lion king think that he has won over me and does not take me, the protector, seriously at all?" Jingchu said in a cold voice.

"I admit defeat for it, and I hope fellow Taoist Jingchu will not be offended." The lion king knew that he was not in the right. In order to save the life of the little lion, it did not make unreasonable arguments, nor did it use force to oppress, but just lowered its posture to confess to Jingchu.

This really confused Jingchu. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to attack the lion king, but he did not expect the lion king to admit his mistake so decisively.

"Give up?" Jingchu smiled sarcastically: "I remember they never mentioned any martial arts competition. It seemed like a life-and-death game from the beginning."

After a slight pause, Jingchu said: "Oh, by the way, my little guy seems to have been asking for a little lion as a mount. Did you agree?"

"Fellow Daoist Jingchu, don't joke. I am a descendant of the Golden Lion. How can I let others ride on me?"

"Since I don't want the little lions to surrender, I think it's better to let them continue. Anyway, so many of you monsters have been killed, so it shouldn't matter if one more dies."

"It is completely different from other monsters. It is a peerless genius of our clan. If we give it time, its future achievements will never be inferior to mine. This child is very important to my golden lion clan."

Jingchu smiled: "Then we can't keep him even more, to avoid the danger of raising tigers."

The lion king knew that Jingchu must have done this on purpose. Under the gazes of the powerful men who had overcome the tribulation, the golden lion said: "I am willing to exchange the treasures of heaven and earth for the little lion's life."

"No!" The Black Python King quickly stopped him.

"Why not? It is my descendant who is being beaten now and may be beaten to death at any time. If it were the little python in your house now, could you still say these two words?"

It is afraid that the human monk will say that it broke the agreement. If the other party keeps holding on to it, it will most likely suffer divine punishment.

The Black Dragon King stopped talking, but Jingchu said with great interest: "Then tell me what kind of sincerity you are prepared to show for substitution? Don't forget what you just said, the little lion has the best talent and potential of your golden lion clan. of one.

If you want to get its life back, you have to show some sincerity. "