An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Naturally, Fang Ping would not hear the cry of the weapon spirit, but Fang Ping could probably guess from the emotional fluctuations at the moment when Wanli Mirror came out that the weapon spirit of Wanli Mirror would not be calm at this time.

Fang Ping smiled slightly, and then moved his mind away from Yuanying. Except that he still maintained the infusion of Chaos Qi, he no longer paid attention to Wanli Mirror.

Everything that needs to be done has been done. He believes that with Wan Lijing's knowledge, he must have understood his potential and abilities. Then when the formation is broken, if he encounters danger, Wan Lijing will definitely not sit idly by and ignore it. .

Next, Fang Ping wanted to simply refine the Woshenshan sect's main hall, but he found that in addition to a large number of soul lamps, there were also a large number of martial arts books in the main hall. It was obvious that the top brass of Woshenshan had really made a desperate move to remove Woshenshan. All hopes for the inheritance of the sacred mountain were given to Fang Ping.

Shaking his head, Fang Ping didn't know what to say. Perhaps the top management of Woshenshan really felt that they had no other way out, so they placed their hopes on himself, an outsider.

"Brother Chen, where is the Patriarch?" While Fang Ping was thinking wildly, Zhao Ling'er didn't know when she had woken up from the state of enlightenment.

"It has been refined and taken into the body."

Fang Ping glanced at Zhao Ling'er in surprise. This girl's understanding was a bit strong. She had already entered the Tao just now, but he didn't expect to escape easily so quickly. Moreover, looking at the smooth and unruffled Tao Yun on her body, it seemed that she had gained a lot.

"Oh, what's going on, Grandmaster? Why did you ignore us just now?" Zhao Ling'er blinked her eyes and looked at Fang Ping curiously.

"He was too consumed and fell into silence, so he failed to respond when we called just now."

"Ah?" Zhao Ling'er was obviously a little surprised: "What should I do if the Patriarch falls into silence?"

Fang Ping didn't explain much: "Don't you still have a drop of spiritual liquid? Continue to absorb and refine it. I think your spiritual body is stable, but there seems to be room for improvement."

"Yeah, actually I think so too." As soon as he talked about his spirit body, Zhao Ling'er immediately became interested. He opened his watery eyes and said with great interest: "I feel that if my spirit body can If it is completely formed, it cannot be said that it has the capital to become a genius at the level of a saint."

Fang Ping nodded seriously in approval: "That's right, but the premise is that you must survive first."

Then Zhao Ling'er suddenly withered: "That's right, if you can't survive, everything will be in vain."

"Now that you know it, why don't you hurry up and practice? Although you don't have much time, if you don't have more strength, your hope of survival will naturally increase."

"Oh, okay!" Zhao Ling'er agreed obediently, and then swallowed the spiritual liquid again and fell into a state of cultivation.

Under Fang Ping's surprised gaze, not long after, Zhao Ling'er's body was filled with Tao Yun, and she smoothly entered the state of enlightenment again.

"It should be that the impact of accompanying me through the tribulation has not ended yet. It is definitely not because of her own incomprehension."

Fang Ping was a little envious.

It's not because Zhao Ling'er can enter the state of enlightenment casually, but also because Zhao Ling'er continues to gain enlightenment through enlightenment before her spiritual body is completely finalized, so her qualifications can continue to improve.

In the end, Fang Ping himself was a little unsure of what level her upper limit could reach.

In the next few days, Fang Ping did not stay with Zhao Ling'er in retreat. He just left Cai Die hiding in the void to guard him secretly. He himself took the lead and accompanied the monks of Wo Shen Mountain to resist the monsters. At the same time, he also Bottles of elixirs were sent out to help the monks from Woshenshan fend off the enemy.

In the past few days, Fang Ping could clearly feel the increasingly strong demand for chaos energy from Wanli Mirror. Even later, he himself had to swallow various pills to restore spiritual power to maintain himself. Enough energy to avoid being sucked dry by Wanli Mirror.

Later, due to the increasing demand for Wanli Mirror, and at the same time, the Zhoutian Xinghai Formation was under continuous attacks by monsters and the erosion of the Blood Sea Formation. The light curtain of the formation became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that it might be destroyed at any time. Break through.

Likewise, the demon tribe's offensive has become more and more intense. Occasionally, there will even be a great demon that transforms into a god, regardless of the agreement between the two parties, and secretly attacks the formation, causing more serious damage to the monks guarding the formation in Woshen Mountain.

For the purpose of protecting Fang Ping, Fang Ping, who had been trying his best to help the Woshen Mountain Guard Formation, was finally driven back to the cave by Jingchu, allowing him to concentrate on recharging his energy to avoid any accidents.

As a last resort, Fang Ping could only take some of the spiritual objects given to him by Jingchu and practice in the cave with Zhao Ling'er. While maintaining his own condition, he concentrated on restoring the power of Wanli Mirror.

Time passed like this little by little, and Wanlijing's demand for chaos energy became greater and greater. The chaos energy Fang Ping absorbed every day was no longer enough to meet Wanlijing's needs, so that he had to start swallowing large amounts of medicinal pills and spiritual objects. Consume spiritual stones to satisfy Wanli Jing.

On this day, Fang Ping, who was practicing with peace of mind, suddenly felt the breath around his body loosen, and then the sky was filled with starlight. The next moment, endless bloody sea water surged in, and the rich bloody smell was introduced into Fang Ping along with the excited roars of countless monsters. in the ears.

The formation was broken!

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Jingchu's voice rang in his ears: "You two, be prepared to evacuate at any time."

At the same time, continuous shouts followed by screams and roars of monsters began to fill Fang Ping's ears.

A cold voice resounded in all directions: "Everyone in Woshen Mountain, listen. I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the prince of Woshen Mountain, and you still have a chance of survival."

Then Rong Sheng responded angrily: "I have explained countless times that we have not seen the prince of the demon clan."

I thought the demon clan would communicate with Rong Sheng again, but Fang Ping felt a terrifying pressure that was as powerful as the collapse of the world in front of him.

This pressure swept past them, and then an old voice with a bit of doubt in indifference appeared: "What's going on? Why is there no breath of my son? Where did you hide it?"

Mahayana period demon beast!

The moment Fang Ping felt the other party's breath, he had already determined the other party's identity in his heart.

"Senior Bai Cang, we have not seen the prince of the demon clan, please understand." Rong Sheng's tone was respectful, but his voice was a little weak. Obviously, he should have been targeted by the Mahayana demon beast.

Then Jingchu also spoke up: "Senior Baicang, since the demon prince is your descendant, with your cultivation level, it is impossible for you to be wrong."

A great demon who had crossed the tribulation coldly scolded: "You humans are full of tricks and insidious. Who knows if you have used secret methods to hide the prince? It is possible that the prince has already suffered from your murderous hands."