An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Facing the demon cultivators who were well prepared and united, these righteous cultivators and demon clans who fought independently fell into an instant disadvantage.

Most of the monks who can enter the Immortal Fall Secret Realm come from major forces with long traditions.

Each of them has mastered powerful secret formations and treasures. If they are prepared in advance and the other forces look after each other and fight hand in hand, they will naturally be able to compete with the opposite demon cultivators.

But what everyone wants now is to let others deal with the demon cultivator, conserve their own strength, look for opportunities to break through the demon cultivator's blockade, and take the lead in entering the mine veins to compete with the demons for the fairy spirit stones.

Even the Immortal Sect represented by the Holy Son and some powerful first-class forces are also retaining their strength.

Under the protection of a group of powerful monks, the Holy Son stood calmly at the rear of the battlefield. His starry eyes scanned the battlefield indifferently, watching the billowing demonic energy suppress the righteous monks and keep retreating.

"The demon cultivators are well prepared. It doesn't seem that simple to break through the blockade in a short time."

An old man beside the Holy Son frowned slightly.

"It doesn't matter, there are always people who can't help but exert their strength." A young genius who also came from the Immortal Sect smiled, but his eyes were staring at the mine behind Mo Xiu, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Wait until they rush over and explore the details of the mineral vein first. I always feel that this mineral vein appears too weird."

The Holy Son's tone was calm and powerful, as if he didn't want to be the one who stood out at this time.

A young man wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Immortal Sect said with certainty: "What the Holy Son said is true. With the cruelty and cunning of the demon cultivators, even if the veins of the Immortal Spirit Stone are real, they will definitely plan an ambush instead of desperately trying to stop them."

"Although the demon cultivators are greedy and cruel, they are not stupid. They also have the cultivation of golden elixir. Don't they know that the little time they have bought by trying to stop us is not enough for those demons to mine too many immortal spiritual stones."

Beside them, a middle-aged female cultivator spoke indifferently. Like the others, she also came from a powerful family.

Everyone said something to each other, and they all agreed that the fairy stone veins might be real, but there might also be traps.

So what they have to do is to resist the attacks of the demon cultivators while trying to preserve their own strength and let others be the forerunners.

Naturally, there are many people who have the same thoughts as the Holy Son and others.

Some of the younger monks in the golden elixir realm have been practicing for decades, some of the older ones are over a hundred years old, and there are even many who are over two hundred years old.

There is no fool who can possess the cultivation of golden elixir. The only difference is that each monk has a different personality.

Zuo Chunqiu mingled with the crowd. He controlled a magical flying sword and fought and retreated with more than a dozen casual cultivators, struggling to contend with the demonic cultivators on the opposite side.

He was conserving his own strength, and at the same time he was observing the battlefield, trying to find his apprentices and disciples.

However, Ye Changfangping and Luo Yun never appeared in his perception.

At this time, Fang Ping was hiding on a mound a hundred miles away from here and quietly watching the fierce battle ahead.

He and Luo Yun were not anxious at all. They didn't care about winning or losing, and they didn't care who would take away the fairy stone.

Prince Jinwu also didn't care too much.

But seeing others fight in a chaotic manner while he couldn't participate in it made him extremely unhappy.

"I ask you again, are you going or not? If you don't go, I will go over."

Prince Jinwu’s hands were really itchy and he really wanted to join in.

But Fang Ping and Luo Yun kept blocking it from passing.

At first, he felt that there must be a trap on the demon cultivator's side, and he might have fallen into it if it had happened in the past.

But seeing the two sides fighting extremely fiercely, it was as if the two sides were facing each other in battle formations. Each side suffered a large number of casualties, and it didn't look like there was a trap at all.

So after all, it couldn't help but want to join the battlefield and show off its skills.

"I advise you not to go!" Fang Ping said: "I have an insider in the demon cultivator, and he told me that there is danger ahead and I cannot go."

"My prince also has an insider among the demon cultivators. Why haven't I received any news?" Prince Jinwu said unhappily.

"This is abnormal. So many demon cultivators gathered in advance and controlled the mineral veins in advance, but now they are facing off against their opponents. It is not the behavior of demon cultivators at all." Luo Yun also advised the Golden Crow Prince, hoping that he would tolerate it.

But this time, the Golden Crow Prince was not as obedient as before. He said to Luo Yun in a coquettish tone: "Sister-in-law, I won't listen to you this time. I just brought people over to have a fight and enjoy it for a while." return."

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Ping and Luo Yun's dissuasion, it roared and rushed towards the battlefield with its Golden Crow guards.

Soon a Golden Crow with its whole body burning with blazing flames appeared on the battlefield and rushed into the billowing demonic energy without hesitation.

Fang Ping and Luo Yun looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The Golden Crow Prince had followed them for so long and never had the chance to let go and have a good fight. Let's just let him have fun this time.

With the strength of the Golden Crow Prince, even if it kills seven in and seven out of the demon cultivator camp, there should be no problem.

While watching the battle, he was still communicating with his clone Zhang Ren, hoping to learn about the fairy spirit stone veins through Zhang Ren.

It's just that he can clearly feel that Zhang Ren is not far ahead, but he has never been able to get in touch with Zhang Ren. Every time he tries to communicate with Zhang Ren, he can feel a mysterious force separating him from Zhang Ren. Separate it.

Because of this, he became more cautious and made up his mind that he would not participate before contacting Zhang Ren and confirming the information about the mine.

"Boom"

A thunderous explosion sounded again in the battlefield, which could be heard by Fang Ping who was a hundred miles away.

A first-class force with a long history was killed by a demon god summoned by a demon cultivator because an extremely important core disciple was accidentally killed by the demon god. As a result, all the cultivators of the force exploded directly and no longer retained their strength.

They urged the formation to condense a white-haired Taoist priest, who held the Seven Star Sword and killed the demon god with only seven swords. Then he rushed all the way in the demon cultivator camp, defeated one demon formation after another, and killed one demon cultivator after another.

On the other side, a force finally decided not to endure it anymore. They sacrificed a fiery red pottery jar, and the boiling magma in the jar was rippling, forcing the demon cultivator in front of them to retreat and rushing towards the entrance of the mine.

The three-legged golden crow was also invincible. It spewed out terrifying golden crow fire. No matter whether it was a powerful demon cultivator, a formation, or a demon god, almost no one could withstand three moves in front of it.

Often, a demon formation would be broken after a confrontation, and then it was the time for the Golden Crow Prince, who was holding a golden spear and chasing the demon cultivators, to perform.

In the distance, I don’t know if it was stimulated by the Golden Crow Prince, a terrifying demonic aura rose to the sky, and a white tiger phantom appeared. It also rushed into the demon cultivator camp and killed them all.

Perhaps seeing that someone started to go all out, fearing that the benefits would be snatched away by others, the cultivators finally decided not to hold back and burst out with all their strength.