An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Many people began to frown, wondering if Fang Ping's defense method just now really relied on the power of the Chaos Golden Orb.

Doesn't that mean that he has refined the Chaos Golden Pearl?

A treasure like the Chaos Golden Orb must have endless uses, and it certainly doesn't have just one defensive function.

If Fang Ping uses the Chaos Golden Pearl's attack method to deal with them, how should they respond?

Of course, there are still some people who do not believe in evil and think that Fang Ping is trying to scare them.

Many of the people present are geniuses carefully cultivated by major forces, and some of them are just ordinary monks who can cultivate to the golden elixir realm, and their knowledge is extraordinary.

In the world of immortality, the strength of any treasure is directly proportional to the time it takes for a monk to refine it.

They did not believe that Fang Ping had completely refined the Chaos Golden Pearl in such a short period of time.

Previously, Fang Ping was suspected of using the defensive ability of the Chaos Golden Beads and a mysterious method also derived from the Chaos Golden Beads to take away their spiritual treasures.

If Fang Ping could continue to use the Chaos Golden Orb's ability to attack them, then he would have overturned their common sense of practice.

"You alone want to kill us?" Someone said disdainfully: "Even if you have the Chaos Golden Orb, do you have the strength to activate it?"

"I admit that the Chaos Golden Orb is powerful, but passive defense and active offense are completely different things."

"It's shameless to say that I'm right here. Come and kill me if you can."

Listening to the angry shouts and curses of the monks, Fang Ping did not take action immediately, but asked them curiously:

"Your spiritual treasures have been taken away but you still haven't left. May I ask, what are you waiting for?"

In the eyes of others, Fang Ping's words further confirmed that he was just bluffing.

Several demons stood in the air, looking at Fang Ping and others with resentful eyes.

Previously, two demons, Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao, suddenly joined Fang Ping's camp, which puzzled several demons.

However, out of the friendship they had cultivated before, they only dealt with the others and did not attack the two.

Later, after Fang Ping regained consciousness, despite Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao's pleas, they still ignored him and attacked Fang Ping with all their strength.

As a result, all their spiritual treasures were taken away by Fang Ping. At this moment, they were still wondering whether to discuss with Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao to buy their own spiritual treasures back.

As for continuing to do things that would be detrimental to Fang Ping, after Zhang Ren once again dissuaded them, they gave up the idea for the time being and ordered their demon cultivators to step back and express their attitude.

However, most of the righteous monks and casual cultivators seemed to want to gain more skills.

Several spiritual consciousnesses gathered in front of the Holy Son, communicating with each other, and soon they reached a consensus.

They decided to take a gamble, betting that Fang Ping was unable to activate the Chaos Golden Pearl's attack methods.

Even if it could, it certainly wouldn't last.

"The Chaos Golden Pearl is such a heaven-defying treasure. How can you easily refine and control it? Who do you think you are? Is the Immortal Lord descending to earth?"

"Even if the Immortal Lord comes down to earth, he probably won't be able to refine the Chaos Golden Pearl in such a short time."

"Yes, Taiyuan is the best proof. Chaos Golden Pearls can never be refined so easily."

"How many of us can you kill? As long as you can't kill them all, you will die when you are exhausted."

Faced with everyone's doubts, Fang Ping just shook his head slightly, still with a faint smile on his face.

"I agree with the understanding of fellow Taoists, but your speculation only applies to other treasures and other people, and it does not apply to me, Fang Ping."

Seeing Fang Ping's stinky look, Prince Jinwu gritted his teeth and said with jealousy on his face: "You guys are so good at pretending. If you have the ability, you can kill them directly. If you don't, we will run away. You are so pretentious." , He is so arrogant... I am envious of him."

Prince Jinwu was envious of Fang Ping's ability to defeat thousands of others.

The rest of them took the time to refine various spiritual objects to heal their injuries and recover.

In their opinion, Fang Ping must be buying them time. The reason why Fang Ping didn't say anything was because he was afraid that someone strong on the other side could spy on the message Fang Ping gave them.

In the process of meditating and healing, they always pay attention to the situation on the court. Once the opponent is unfavorable, they will definitely attack again without hesitation.

Of course, Fang Ping must first let go of their confinement.

Fang Ping looked at the middle-aged monk who screamed the loudest: "In that case, I will let you see how many I can kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ping waved his hand lightly, and an invisible restriction restrained this middle-aged golden elixir from a first-class power.

"What's going on? Why can't I move? What method did you use?" The middle-aged monk was shocked, his body flashed with aura, and he tried to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.

Even later, even his spiritual energy and golden elixir were imprisoned, and his spiritual light dissipated instantly.

"Isn't this fellow Taoist curious about how many I can kill? Now, fellow Taoist, please stand here and watch carefully, and by the way, help me count the number I can kill before I am exhausted.

Don't worry, fellow Taoist, when I am truly exhausted, the confinement will naturally break down. At that time, my little life, Fang Ping, will have to be taken by fellow Taoist. "

While talking, Fang Ping communicated about the rules of the secret realm. With a thought, a young man next to the middle-aged monk was also imprisoned. At the same time, a thunderbolt fell and hit the opponent's heavenly spirit.

The thunder spread over him, and wherever it passed, his body quickly scorched and disintegrated. Soon, only a few pieces of burnt charcoal were left on the skeleton of this young genius.

Under Fang Ping's deliberate control, his soul and golden elixir were not destroyed, but he was still imprisoned by Fang Ping and could not escape at all.

"Peng'er, Fang Ping, return my son's life!"

The middle-aged cultivator shouted angrily and sadly. This young cultivator was his son and also one of the most outstanding talents in the family.

He had an unlimited future, but he didn't expect to be killed directly by Fang Ping's strange means.

Fang Ping ignored it, and his mind moved again, and the young man's storage ring appeared in Fang Ping's palm.

He looked at Ye without looking at the storage ring, and turned a deaf ear to the angry scolding of the middle-aged cultivator, and his eyes fell on another person behind the middle-aged cultivator.

"Boom"

Another thunderbolt fell, just like the young man just now, this man's body was instantly destroyed by the thunderbolt, and his soul merged into the golden elixir, and was also imprisoned on the spot.

"No, stop... Fang Ping, you deserve to die!" The middle-aged cultivator was grief-stricken and cursed loudly, because the people killed this time were still from his family.

Fang Ping had no waves in his heart. The people he killed were the most hardworking and cruel when they besieged him before, and they wanted to kill Fang Ping on the spot.

So he didn't feel any burden at all when he killed.