An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Zhang Ren's behavior is very strange. He is Fang Ping's clone. The two are connected mentally, and they can communicate through their minds without being noticed.

But after Zhang Ren eagerly conveyed the message to Fang Ping for Fang Ping to leave, he took the initiative to cut off contact with Fang Ping and made no response even when Fang Ping tried to contact him.

It was as if Zhang Ren was afraid that if he had too much contact with Fang Ping, someone would find him acting strangely.

It was precisely for this reason that after Fang Ping killed the old man, he did not hesitate to leave with the seriously injured Zuo Chunqiu.

But they wanted to leave, but others didn't agree.

Especially the Holy Son, when he saw Fang Ping and Luo Yun appear, he understood that Zuo Chunqiu, whom he valued very much, was actually the master of his mortal enemy Ye Chang.

This surprised him greatly, and at the same time, he had a strange thought in his heart.

It's just that it's not easy for him to come forward in person for this kind of thing. As the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect, his every word and deed will be watched by countless people, so he definitely can't do some things that are not worthy of publicity in person.

For example, take a few people in front of you as hostages.

His spiritual consciousness swept over it, and suddenly a strange light appeared in the eyes of several monks who had been watching indifferently.

"Stop, you can leave, but Song Wujie must stay."

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, can you take me and others away together?"

"Kill my uncle, do you want to just walk away?"

"This man just killed several of his comrades. If he doesn't give an explanation, none of you can leave."

"The magic formation is difficult for us to break even if we work together, but these people can come and go freely. Is there some unknown secret between them and the magic cultivators?"

As soon as Fang Ping and the others turned around, several voices suddenly sounded.

Some people are still targeting Song Wujie, some want to use the passage opened by Fang Ping to leave, and some are directly targeting Fang Ping and Zuo Chunqiu.

Fang Ping didn't want to be delayed by them, so he turned around and clasped his fists at the crowd: "Fellow Taoists who want to leave can enter the passage and leave on their own after we leave.

I will continue to maintain the channel for a quarter of an hour. If no other changes occur, I will maintain the channel for a quarter of an hour.

But one thing, if you were disrespectful to my master before and made rude remarks just now, please respect yourself. "

After saying that, Fang Ping ignored everyone's shouts and turned around to leave.

How could the several forces that had already gained the attention of the Holy Son let them leave so easily.

At that moment, two monks jumped out to stop them.

"Fellow Taoists, you can't leave yet!" A middle-aged monk said expressionlessly.

"Why?" Fang Fang looked displeased. At this time, he really didn't want to cause trouble.

"The magic array is so powerful that even if we work together we can't break it, but you guys can come and go freely. Don't you guys deserve an explanation?" Another young-looking monk asked Fang Ping.

Fang Ping frowned. He felt that the appearance of these two people was definitely not as simple as they said, but he was in no mood to talk nonsense with them at this time.

"This place is in a large formation set up by demonic cultivators. You don't want to break the formation or leave as soon as possible, but you are here to mess around and frame others for your own personal gain, even at the cost of using weapons.

I see that you all have extraordinary backgrounds and noble status. You must be the best from various major forces. Now the magic cultivator's sword has been hung over your heads. You don't want to discuss the strategy of retreating from the enemy, but you are doing some stupid things here. thing.

I really don’t know if you are not smart enough or you are arrogant. "

Fang Ping's words made many people look ashamed. In the face of a powerful enemy, their actions were indeed inappropriate.

"You are eloquent and sharp-tongued. I didn't expect you to be so eloquent at such a young age." Another old man came across from Fang Ping and the others and said with a gloomy face: "This man killed one of my disciples before. How can he be exposed so easily just because of your words?" Pass."

Another monk jumped out to block their way: "Yes, don't use bullshit righteousness to pressure me. Song Wujie killed three of my fellow disciples. This account must be settled today."

"You two just killed my uncle and robbed his old man's storage ring and magic weapon. Now you don't even mention it, but you blame us for being so messy?"

As monks jumped out one by one to accuse them with various excuses, Fang Ping was soon surrounded.

At this time, an old man standing next to the Holy Son followed suit, twirling his white beard, and slowly came to Fang Ping and the others and said with a deep smile: "Who am I talking about? It turns out to be two fellow Taoists, Fang Ping and Luo Yun. "

Fang Ping glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Don't pretend to be in front of me. If you have anything to say, say it quickly. I'm in a hurry.

Let me warn you first, if you are still as high-sounding as they are, please don't talk too loudly. "

The old monk's expression changed slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

As a veteran Jindan disciple of the Immortal Sect, even the Holy Son treated him with courtesy. But at this moment, Fang Ping spoke so rudely, which made him feel a little annoyed.

However, he also understood that in front of so many people, he had to stay calm and not get angry easily.

At least he had to keep his emotions in check until he put his plan with the Son into action.

"You two, oh, no, there should be three including the one who let Song Wujie go just now. He should be from the same sect as Ye Chang." The old man asked.

Fang Ping said nothing, but he looked at the other person as if he was looking at an idiot, which made the old man even more angry.

He snorted coldly and said: "I heard that not long after Ye Chang entered the secret realm, he killed many righteous monks, including some from first-class families and sects.

Just now, Ye Chang's master, fellow Taoist Zuo Chunqiu, joined forces with Song Wujie to disrupt our formation-breaking rhythm, and then Zuo Chunqiu even killed many of our fellow Taoists.

Now you can come and go freely in the magic circle, but you can't provide evidence to prove that you have nothing to do with the magic cultivator.

All these things make me have to doubt the relationship between you and the demon cultivator. "

As soon as the old man finished speaking, someone responded loudly: "Yes, I also suspect that they are the spies planted by the demon cultivator among us."

"Senior's analysis is reasonable. Why did Ye Chang suddenly appear? It turns out that he was secretly trained by the demon cultivators of the Taiyuan Demon Alliance."

"We can't let them leave, kill them, issue a wanted order, and mobilize all the righteous monks to hunt down Ye Chang."

"We can't kill them. We should detain them and force Ye Chang to show up and plead guilty."

Listening to the chorus of these people, Fang Ping and others looked at each other and saw each other's conspiracy.

"That's nonsense. You people usually regard yourself as righteous monks. Once you encounter benefits, you will plot and plot, and you will do anything to achieve your goals. You are even worse than demon cultivators." Song Wujie scolded everyone with disdain.

Anyway, he has already been targeted by countless forces and monks, and he doesn't care about offending anyone.

"What a big hat. I wonder who came up with such a vicious plan." Fang Ping glanced at everyone's faces, then slowly shook his head, and finally focused on the calm and composed Holy Son:

"Everyone else looks so stupid that they probably can't think of such a despicable plan.

I think this little bit of cleverness should have come from the hands of the Holy Son. "