An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Since you are looking for death, I will help you!"

A middle-aged Jindan from a big sect spoke coldly.

He and Song Wujie had a great grudge. Today was a good opportunity to kill Song Wujie, but it was ruined by Zuo Chunqiu. His anger could only be transferred to Zuo Chunqiu.

He stood out from the crowd, wearing black armor, holding a red tasseled dragon spear and pointing at Zuo Chunqiu. A strong energy shot out directly and pierced Zuo Chunqiu's face.

The others stopped when they saw someone take the lead.

As well-known Tianjiao people on the continent, they also have their own pride.

Even if they knew that the person in front of them was powerful, they would not rush up and attack him unless necessary.

Zuo Chunqiu naturally did not believe Song Wujie's promise to save him. After all, Song Wujie was famous, and he did not believe that Song Wujie would turn around and save him after running away.

He looked indifferent, his posture was straight, and his green shirt swayed in the wind. He had a pottery lid on his head, and the jar slowly rotated and floated around his body.

He swung the long sword in his hand lightly, breaking up the opponent's energy, and then he made a handprint, and nine stones condensed around him and shot out towards the opponent.

He stepped lightly on the ground, and a stream of pure earth-attributed vitality condensed underground and rushed towards the opponent.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

There were nine consecutive crisp sounds, and the stones were broken. The body of the armored monk shot out at the same time, just avoiding the earth-attributed spiritual energy that exploded under his feet.

"You are quite capable." The long spear in the armored monk's hand was suspended in front of him. As his handprints changed, one after another identical long spears condensed, until there were a full thirty-three long spears in front of him, and then he urged them to kill Zuo Chunqiu together.

Seeing this, Zuo Chunqiu slowly passed the long sword in his hand in front of him, and where the long sword passed, it also left a sword shadow.

As soon as these sword shadows appeared, they went towards the opponent's spear without waiting for the next sword shadow to condense.

"Who is this person? He is so powerful."

"Not only does he have a treasure, but his cultivation is also so powerful."

"Not only that, judging from his choice of moves during the battle, he has a lot of experience in fighting against enemies."

"It's a pity that such a powerful cultivator will die today."

Not everyone in the crowd wanted to kill Zuo Chunqiu.

They were amazed at Zuo Chunqiu's strength, and at the same time they felt sorry for his upcoming fate.

"Son, this person is quite powerful, and he is calm and decisive, and he values ​​friendship and loyalty. He is a talent. Why not take him under your command?" A disciple of the Immortal Sect suggested to the Son.

"It's too late. Song Wujie's karma is too great. If you want to save him, you will offend a large number of people, and you will have to pay a huge price." The Son said with regret.

After seeing Zuo Chunqiu's strength, he did have a little love for talent in his heart.

It's just that Zuo Chunqiu let Song Wujie go, offending too many people. Even if he is the son of the immortal sect, he has no ability to protect him.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to make trouble for Zuo Chunqiu and the cultivators around him.

Zuo Chunqiu and his opponent fought fiercely. The two of them were decisive and merciless, and every move was a fierce and killing move.

Now, except for not using the means of the bottom of the box, the two of them have already tried their best.

The result is that both of them are injured, but neither can do anything to the other.

Outside the formation at this time, Fang Ping originally wanted to leave, but suddenly felt a space fluctuation.

Then a familiar figure appeared in front of him and Luo Yun.

Looking at the cultivator who fell out of the space channel and looked a little embarrassed, Fang Ping smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Song, why are you here?"

Song Wujie didn't expect that he would be seen as soon as he appeared, and the other party knew him.

He was frightened, fearing that he would be hit by the tip of the enemy's gun.

After he came to his senses and saw the identities of Fang Ping and the other two, he breathed a sigh of relief and tried to get close to them with a smile: "So it's you two Daoists. I haven't seen you for a few days. You look even more charming than before."

Fang Ping looked Song Wujie up and down and asked curiously: "Is Daoist Song being hunted again?"

Song Wujie blushed: "Daoist, you are joking. I, Song Wujie, am pure-hearted and have few desires. I enjoy helping others and have friends all over the world..."

Even Luo Yun couldn't listen any more at this time: "Okay, okay, we know that it's the other people who have bad intentions and covet Daoist's treasures."

Song Wujie clapped his hands and praised Luo Yun: "This Daoist is not only beautiful like a fairy from heaven, but also very intelligent. He spoke the truth in one sentence."

While he was speaking, he was also on guard, fearing that the two would harm him.

Fang Ping didn't want to waste time talking to this guy, so he asked directly: "Daoyou, what's the situation inside now?"

Fang Ping had a great understanding of the rules of space, so he could naturally feel that Song Wujie was teleported from the front formation.

Song Wujie denied it flatly: "What inside? I don't know what Daoyou means."

Fang Ping didn't say anything, but a faint breath of space rules appeared on his body.

"You have understood the rules of space?" Song Wujie said in surprise.

Fang Ping nodded: "Now you still say you didn't teleport from there?"

Song Wujie knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, and his expression instantly became sad: "Daoyou don't know, they are all dead, all dead, the demon cultivators set a trap, and those cultivators who rushed into the mine were all dead."

"What about the Golden Crow Prince?" Luo Yun's heart tightened. She was still very concerned about the little Golden Crow who always behaved very well in front of her.

"I don't know. I didn't go in, but I heard from them that the cultivators inside were dying in large numbers and quickly. The Golden Crow Prince seemed to have gone in, but I don't know if he died."

"Don't worry, the Golden Crow Prince is not an ordinary person. He will be fine. As long as he doesn't seek death, I believe the demon cultivators will definitely not kill him."

Fang Ping comforted Luo Yun and turned to ask Song Wujie: "You didn't go in. Are there many people who didn't go in?"

"Of course there are many, and most of those who didn't go in are powerful Jindan with a name on the mainland. These people are almost all powerful demon sons."

Song Wujie's words were actually a bit exaggerated. In fact, there are many cultivators whose strength is actually very ordinary. They just escaped because they were awakened by others.

"In this case, you should have escaped because your identity was exposed, right?" Luo Yun asked.

"Well, actually I just thought there should be no treasure inside, so I left."

Song Wujie didn't want to admit that he was indeed a coward, so he was in a hurry to escape.

Fang Ping asked in confusion: "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Song was so strong that he could escape under the siege of so many strong men. If I remember correctly, it takes a long time to activate the teleportation talisman."

When Song Wujie heard this, the scene of Prince Jinwu looking for him to spar suddenly appeared in his mind, but the next moment he thought of Zuo Chunqiu.

"Why did I forget this?" Song Wujie slapped his forehead and bowed to the two of them, saying: "Two fellow Daoists, I have something else to do and need to leave. The fellow Daoist who helped me buy time to activate the teleportation talisman is still in the formation. I have to go and rescue him."

Fang Ping and Luo Yun were very surprised. With Song Wujie's identity as a guy who was ridiculed by the crowd, there were actually people who dared to send Song Wujie out under the pressure of so many powerful demons.

The two were very curious, and Fang Ping asked casually, "I wonder which fellow Taoist is so righteous and powerful that he can withstand such tremendous pressure."