An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Liao Ming had been building his foundation for many years, and he was also a well-off elder of the Dan Hall. He actually had many spiritual weapons on him.

Unlike Huang Zhiyuan and Chang Hao, whom Fang Ping had met before, although they were also in the foundation building stage, they had no wealth and only had one spiritual weapon on them.

Although Liao Ming's spiritual weapon robe was only of low quality, its defensive power was indeed not bad.

The magic spells that Fang Ping used were also very consuming for him, because whether it was the thunder with the power of the thirty-nine thunder tribulations or the spell that condensed the thunder spear, they were both more suitable for the late foundation building stage.

Although he could use it now, he would be drained of his energy after a few times.

That is, he relied on the stone spirit milk that could quickly replenish the consumption, otherwise, he would not dare to use such a consuming style of play.

"Fang Ping, I underestimated you. Is your spiritual liquid for restoring spiritual power the stone milk? But did you get it in the secret realm?"

Although he was already at a disadvantage and his face turned pale because of the destruction of his handkerchief, Liao Ming was not panicked at all. Instead, he began to plan in his mind that he must interrogate Fang Ping after capturing him.

A disciple with five spiritual roots who had just entered the sect did not even have a master to take care of him.

In just a few years, he not only cultivated several spiritual roots to the third level of foundation building.

In addition, he also had ice spiritual roots and thunder spiritual roots, and even the cultivation of thunder spiritual roots had reached the sixth level of foundation building, which was the same as his own cultivation.

He gradually became greedy in his heart, and had secretly decided to keep Fang Ping alive and take Fang Ping's chance into his own hands. 五2⓪.С○мш

While thinking, his hands moved quickly. Facing Fang Ping's continuous attacks, he did not dare to be arrogant. He patted his storage bag and released a bronze alchemy furnace.

As soon as the furnace appeared, the whole cave was filled with the aroma of medicine. The furnace came to Fang Ping's head, and a series of spiritual lights were hanging down to protect Liao Ming.

Then Liao Ming formed a series of complex hand seals, and then his face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to spray a ball of essence towards the magma pool on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fang Ping did not even wait for the other party to make the next move and directly withdrew.

Sure enough, when Fang Ping just retreated, the magma pool on the ground suddenly made a loud noise like an erupting volcano, and then a group of magma balls of different sizes burst out.

These magma balls carried the most pure and original spiritual power of the sixth-level foundation-building cultivators. Under Liao Ming's control, they turned into fire dragons and rushed towards Fang Ping.

Fang Ping did not dare to neglect it. The protective spiritual robe on his body shone more brightly, and his spiritual consciousness radiated, locking each group of magma fire dragons.

Fang Ping could feel the powerful spiritual fluctuations from these small fire dragons. The power contained in each fire dragon seemed to have the terrifying power of a sixth-level foundation-building cultivator's full-strength attack.

The fire dragons were moving very fast, giving Fang Ping no time to react, and Fang Ping could also feel the spiritual aura that locked onto him from each fire dragon.

"Bang bang..."

Fang Ping swung the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand violently, chopping the fire dragons into pieces, turning them into countless magma fragments.

At the same time, thunder appeared out of thin air and bombarded these fire dragons, either directly smashing them or wearing away their power.

However, there were too many fire dragons, and even though Fang Ping had tried his best to dodge and resist, he still couldn't block them all.

There were still several fire dragons that rushed through Fang Ping's defense, hit Fang Ping, and then exploded on Fang Ping's body.

At this moment, Fang Ping felt as if he was hit by Liao Ming himself, his body kept flying backwards, and the protective spiritual light was also shaky.

"Puff..."

The powerful impact caused Fang Ping to break several sternums, and finally he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

However, this was just the beginning.

As Liao Ming sprayed another breath of energy into the magma pool, long swords with faint red flames flew out of the pool.

They carried a stronger aura of Yuanli, like a group of spiritual flying swords, arranged in a complex formation in the air, and then crushed towards Fang Ping with an unstoppable formation.

"Sword formation?"

Fang Ping exclaimed: "No, this is not a sword formation, it just has the shape, but does not have the power of a sword formation."

"You kid has some knowledge, and you even know about the sword formation. It's a pity that my cultivation is not enough, and I can only barely imitate the sword formation at present.

If you come a little later, I can use the power of refining the Nanming Fengyan to break through in one fell swoop and enter the late stage of foundation building. At that time, I can evolve the sword formation."

Hearing that it was not a sword formation, Fang Ping was slightly relieved.

It is not easy to practice the sword formation. Not only does it require a certain number of flying swords to cooperate, but it also requires sufficient spiritual awareness to control it.

At the same time, one must be familiar with the various changes of the sword formation technique.

But once the sword formation is cultivated, its strength must not be underestimated. In the case of a small gap in cultivation, no cultivator would want to encounter an opponent who masters the sword formation.

It is said that there was once a cultivator who mastered the sword formation at the sixth level of foundation building, who killed a strong man at the eighth level of foundation building in a head-on battle.

And he defeated his opponent in an almost crushing manner.

So when Fang Ping saw Liao Ming condense eighteen lava swords and attack him in some kind of wonderful formation, he really almost turned around and ran away.

However, when these lava swords came, Fang Ping was relieved as soon as they came into contact.

As he saw, these lava swords were just in form, and did not have the characteristics of the sword formation that echoed each other and changed in a thousand ways.

Fang Ping was not too worried about this. He took out the six-sided brass mace and used the Nine Thunders of the Divine Sky to activate it. Lightning flashed on the brass mace, and from time to time, lightning bolts broke free from the shackles of the brass mace and radiated around.

Facing this fake sword formation, Fang Ping did not retreat but advanced. He swung the brass mace in his hand and split the long swords.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

Fang Ping used all his strength to control the power of thunder to spread throughout the brass mace, aiming at one of the lava swords and smashing it nine times in a row.

In these nine attacks, each strike released the power of thunder, and along with the attack of the brass mace, it exploded on the lava sword.

"Boom boom..."

After nine consecutive attacks, even a low-grade spiritual weapon would be damaged, but this lava sword was still intact.

After a brief fight, Fang Ping could also confirm that although Liao Ming's cultivation was insufficient, he should have spent some time on this sword formation.

Because this set of eighteen lava swords can actually share power, when he aimed at one of the lava swords and wanted to consume its power with a devastating explosion, and wanted to concentrate his strength to destroy it under the attacks of the other lava swords.

The other lava swords would continuously input energy into this sword, so that it could resist Fang Ping's attack.

When the eighth attack was launched just now, the sword had indeed been smashed to only two or three tenths.

Under the circumstances at that time, as long as Fang Ping's ninth attack landed, the lava sword would definitely explode.

But before Fang Ping's ninth attack came, the opponent actually quickly recovered to its original appearance.

All of Fang Ping's previous attacks were turned into nothing.

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