An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Before, whether Fang Ping showed all kinds of rules, or pursued him relentlessly, or had a combat power far beyond imagination, Song Wujie had the confidence to escape from Fang Ping.

But now, when he saw that Fang Ping was actually the Yangshen Soul, he was directly scared.

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat, I surrender!"

He was really scared. This was the Yangshen Soul. Although he would not be killed by one blow with his strength, Fang Ping could perform more than one blow.

Now he completely put away his pride. Fang Ping's strength was too strong. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a monster.

"Have you figured it out?" Fang Ping put away the Shocking God Spear and asked Song Wujie indifferently.

"Of course I have figured it out. Fellow Daoist Zuo is in danger for me. How can I ignore it?" Song Wujie said righteously.

"That's good. Now you follow me back to break the formation and save people."

"It's my duty!" Song Wujie looked very righteous.

In the big formation, Zuo Chunqiu had fought five battles in a row, and three of the five opponents were killed by him on the spot.

The other two admitted defeat in advance when they saw that the situation was not good.

He himself was not doing well either. The magic sword in his hand had dimmed, and the magic robe on his body was also seriously damaged.

The shell spiritual treasure had been beaten back into his body for the second time, and his golden elixir was almost dry at this time.

His hair was loose, and the original bun had already turned into a drop of debris.

Zuo Chunqiu opened his mouth and swallowed several pills, quickly absorbing and refining them to restore his cultivation.

The cultivators opposite him looked at him with awe and respect.

An old golden elixir appeared in front of Zuo Chunqiu. He was leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, with a hunched body, a withered body and an old face, as if he would die at any time.

"Young man, you are very good. You have such strength, which shows that you are also a person with great opportunities. I will not take advantage of you. I will give you a quarter of an hour to recover your cultivation."

"Thank you, I will show mercy later."

The old man smiled and watched Zuo Chunqiu sitting cross-legged to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to recover.

Just half of the time had passed, the old man with a kind smile suddenly jumped up, opened his mouth and took out a brown round bead, and at the same time, nine spiritual swords appeared in a fan shape behind his head. With the old man's hand gestures, the nine spiritual swords formed a sword formation and strangled Zuo Chunqiu.

When the old man just made a move, Zuo Chunqiu suddenly opened his eyes, turned his palm, and drew a ball of brown earth attribute spiritual light from the earth and smashed it towards his opponent.

At the same time, his mind moved slightly, and countless gravel flew towards him, condensed into a hard boulder in front of him, blocking the old man's spiritual sword.

"Little guy, you are quite alert." The old man sneered.

Zuo Chunqiu said indifferently: "Thank you for your praise, senior."

The old man rushed forward, grabbed the dragon-headed cane in his hand and threw it at Zuo Chunqiu.

Suddenly, a brown air wave turned into a long dragon and pounced on Zuo Chunqiu.

Zuo Chunqiu's spiritual energy had not yet fully recovered, but he could only forcefully gather his energy and grab the broken sword to meet the enemy.

However, he was already seriously injured, and the old man was waiting for him to tire himself out and was attacking him by surprise. Now Zuo Chunqiu was still no match for him even if he tried his best.

After just a few encounters, the life-saving magic sword in Zuo Chunqiu's hand that had been tempered for many years was broken by the old man's dragon-headed cane.

Even his shoulder was hit hard, and his body flew backwards, hitting the light curtain of the formation heavily, and then fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The old man did not feel guilty for his broken promise and sneak attack. Instead, he was smug and looked down at Zuo Chunqiu with an arrogant look: "It's a pity that you met me. No matter how talented you are, you can only be a dead soul under my hands."

The monks watching nearby looked at everything in front of them with indifference. No one blamed the old man, and no one pleaded for Zuo Chunqiu.

It seemed that in their eyes, Zuo Chunqiu's sneak attack was justified.

"If you have any last words, just say it." The old man grinned with his few remaining yellow teeth.

Zuo Chunqiu is now almost completely exhausted. The magic weapons on his body have been consumed in the previous battles.

Now, except for the shell magic treasure that he can't activate due to insufficient spiritual energy, he doesn't even have a usable magic weapon on his body.

He is covered with wounds, his qi and blood are greatly damaged, his golden elixir is broken and dried up, his meridians are broken in many places, and even his soul is dim and listless.

He lay on the ground, struggling for a few times and trying to stand up.

However, he was so badly injured that he couldn't even get up.

Several people beside the Holy Son shook their heads with regret. Zuo Chunqiu was not very old, but his strength and character were first-class. If he could grow up normally, it would not be difficult for him to achieve the Nascent Soul stage.

Unfortunately, he still took the wrong path after all, and he was too stubborn, inflexible, and more importantly, ignorant of the times.

If he had surrendered early, admitted his mistakes and compensated everyone, or simply found a big force to pledge allegiance to, he might still be able to keep his life.

Of course, if he did so, his impression in everyone's mind might be greatly reduced.

Now that he fell to the ground and could be killed at any time, finally someone who loved talent came forward at the risk of offending other cultivators on his side:

"This fellow Taoist, surrender to me, I will take over all your previous karma for you."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and the person who spoke was a young master from a first-class family force.

They dominated half of the state, and in their territory, their family was the undisputed king.

And he himself was extremely talented and powerful.

If such a person spoke up to plead for Zuo Chunqiu, the other forces would at least not embarrass him for the sake of face.

Unexpectedly, Zuo Chunqiu shook his head and opened his bloody mouth and replied weakly: "I appreciate your kindness, Taoist friend. I have my own principles and persistence. How can a man who stands tall and upright be depressed and live under others for a long time?"

"What you should consider most now is to save your life first, and then other things." The young man continued to persuade.

"To live in humiliation and to be under the command of others is contrary to my way. Rather than living in humiliation, I would rather die!" Zuo Chunqiu stood up with difficulty and looked at the other party sincerely: "I have made up my mind, Taoist friend, there is no need to say more."

"Well, good, you are worthy of being the person I like. If you want to die, then I won't stop you." The young man turned back to the crowd and closed his eyes and no longer looked at Zuo Chunqiu.

Zuo Chunqiu smiled bitterly, staring at the old man and said slowly: "Senior, if you don't take action now, when will you? Don't you know that delay will lead to changes?"

The old man laughed, showing his sparse yellow teeth and said: "Delay will lead to changes? At this point, I really can't figure out what kind of changes will happen?"

He turned around arrogantly and looked at the cultivators behind him and asked: "Is there any Taoist friend who wants to come forward to save his life?"

With the precedent of the young man before, even if someone wanted to recruit Zuo Chunqiu, no one would stand up.

However, at this moment, the formation suddenly trembled violently, and then a small silver needle pierced through the formation and entered the formation.