The Path to Immortality

Shi Yingli's face changed constantly, and he wanted to retreat to the outermost part of the battlefield immediately.

Once this Immortal Alliance inspector was defeated, he would run away immediately.

But now, after all, the fight has not started yet. Such a decisive retreat may shake the morale of the army.

Moreover, this inspector may not be able to defeat the demon cultivator, but as long as he is willing to abandon his disciples decisively, it is not impossible to retreat unscathed.

As long as the opponent does not perish on the spot, then he and even the disciples of the entire Lingmiao Temple will probably have a hard time in the next few years...

For a while, Shi Yingli was tangled in his heart.

And Xue Changrui and Wang Qi had almost the same idea.

As a small force in Lingmiao Mountain, they just want to practice in peace and don't want to be involved in the dispute between the two giants, the Immortal Alliance and the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance.

With so many concerns, it is not good to stay or leave. They can only hope in their hearts that Fang Ping can show his unimaginable strength and kill this foundation-building demon cultivator cleanly.

Only in this way can they survive this disaster today.

But how is this possible?

For a moment, the three of them were all sad for their weak strength and inability to control their own destiny.

………

In a ruin and a sea of ​​fire.

Shao Yong looked up at Fang Ping in the air and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is so powerful that I don't want to be his enemy. Why do you have to force me? Letting me leave like this will be good for both you and me?"

While questioning, he took out a bone banner from his storage bag and held it in front of him with his right hand.

The bone banner moved without wind, emitting a pale magic light, protecting itself firmly in it.

With the protection of this low-grade spiritual weapon-level bone banner, Shao Yong felt more confident.

The previous head of the Wei family was defeated too quickly, and he didn't even find out what kind of means Fang Ping had.

Shao Yong was not sure that he could take down Fang Ping, so he was not in a hurry to make a move, and planned to test Fang Ping's depth first.

However, if Shao Yong was a true mid-stage foundation building cultivator, Fang Ping might have looked up to him.

Approaching the mid-stage foundation building, the difference is too much with two more words.

Fang Ping stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly: "There are demon cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demons League who have come here alone from afar. As the inspector of this place, if I don't express my gratitude, wouldn't it be impolite?"

Since you are here, don't leave!

Fang Ping's words made Shao Yong shake his head and said seriously: "Listen carefully, I am a cultivator from the Illusion Demon Sect, not those trash in the Ten Thousand Demons League!"

It can be seen that he seems to care about his identity very much and is very proud of it.

Illusion Demon Sect?

Fang Ping became slightly alert and looked at him: "Have you heard of the practice of [Heavenly Demon Refining Strategy]?"

Shao Yong was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows, and said: "I didn't expect you to know something about my Illusion Demon Sect. Yes, the practice I practice is the Heavenly Demon Refining Strategy!"

Fang Ping didn't care about his cultivation level approaching the mid-stage foundation building.

Born in the Illusionary Demon Sect, and also practiced the Golden Elixir Technique Tiansha Refining Demon Strategy, Fang Ping was a little concerned.

This identity and origin reminded him of someone.

Could this guy in front of him also be an elite of the Illusionary Demon Sect, hiding a few tricks in secret?

Die for me!!!

"Soul-suppressing Seal!"

The powerful soul power, as he mobilized, condensed and turned into an invisible attack, hammering the demon cultivator below.

At this moment, Fang Ping did not hold back and urged 120% of his strength!

Unexpectedly, Fang Ping suddenly attacked, Shao Yong only felt that a heavy hammer of ten thousand pounds hit his soul fiercely.

As a Yuanying major sect foundation, Shao Yong's strength is definitely not weak. Before he was promoted to the middle stage of foundation building, his consciousness could be projected to nearly fifty feet.

However, compared with Fang Ping's soul power, it is still a level lower!

The pain of the soul almost shattered made Shao Yong scream, and was forcibly suppressed for three breaths.

Seizing the perfect opportunity when he was unable to respond, the low-grade spiritual weapon Dinglian Mirror broke through the air and landed on the white bone banner.

A bright mirror light fell straight down, fixing the white bone banner, making it unable to exert any power.

The pale magic light that enveloped Shao Yong dissipated again.

Without the protection of the spiritual weapon, the low-grade spiritual weapon Yuanhe Ruler followed one after another, turned into several feet in size, and smashed down!

While controlling the two spiritual weapons, Fang Ping's blood and mana were frantically mobilized, and the pale golden mana lake was almost boiling.

The twelve Xuanyang Blood-Transforming Flying Needles that had shot and killed the head of the Wei family flew out again.

The condensed Lieyang Xuanguang fell from the sky, like a pale golden electric light, slashing down sharply, brewing a shocking blow.

The Lieyang True Fire took shape and turned into the phantom of the Vermillion Bird. With a prominent momentum, it crashed into Shao Yong, who had been submerged by countless spiritual lights, and then exploded!

The fire was blazing, the magma was gushing, and the ground was shaking!

Fang Ping seemed to be desperate. The sudden and violent attack made Wu Quan and other disciples change color.

However, this was far from over!

The middle-grade spiritual weapon Thunder Bell appeared in Fang Ping's hand at the last moment.

Under the infusion of the pure mana of the Nascent Soul technique, the Thunder Bell slowly lit up with destructive lightning, as if the breath of mighty heaven was brewing.

Just looking at the lightning directly made Wang Qi and others feel that they were about to be shattered by the lightning and their bodies were gone.

Too scary!

The strength of this foundation-building uncle was simply stronger than any foundation-building early cultivator they had seen, enough to make them unforgettable for life!

"Boom!"

Amid the crisp sound of the bell, the thunder of the Jinglei Bell exploded, and in an instant, Qiuhu Mountain was covered with dazzling silver-white.

The sea of ​​fire at Shao Yong's location had not yet dissipated, and then it was submerged by lightning that was several times more terrifying.

While urging the strongest attack, Fang Ping pinched the sword finger with his left hand, ready to activate the strongest trump card [Taixu Sword Talisman] at any time.

However, in the continuous lightning and sea of ​​fire, there was no breath or movement below.

Is he dead?

Fang Ping's face was as heavy as water, and he kept using his spiritual sense to explore, back and forth again and again, but he didn't feel any life.

Even the corpse could not be found.

"This... should be dead?"

When all the thunder and fire finally dissipated, looking at the terrifying pit on the ground, as well as the remaining remains of the white bone banner spirit weapon and the fragments of the storage bag, Fang Ping fell into silence.

"That's it? Are you also qualified to practice the Tiansha Refining Demon Strategy?"

Fortunately, after a momentary overreaction, Fang Ping has calmed down at this moment.

He realized that, it seemed, maybe, probably, he had overexerted himself.

Not every elite of the Illusionary Demon Sect could reach the level of Tianluo Taoist.

Moreover, even if Tianluo Taoist was reborn and cultivated to the foundation-building stage and appeared here, Fang Ping would not be afraid to face him again.

After decades of cultivation, he was no longer the cultivator with limited means and who had just entered the late stage of Qi training!

Invisibly, Fang Ping resolved a trivial knot in his heart.

After a few breaths in silence, when he slowly put away the spiritual tools one by one and turned around to look at the still dazed disciples such as Wu Quan, the eyes that looked at him were filled with endless admiration, fanaticism and worship.

And Xue Changrui and the other two had only awe and fear in their hearts, and they didn't even dare to look directly at him, and no longer had any thoughts that they shouldn't have.

Only one thought lingered over and over again.

No matter what the Immortal Alliance Inspector wanted, all forces in Lingmiao Mountain must fully cooperate and get whatever they wanted!

Even if he wants to scrape the ground three feet deep, the monks of Lingmiao Mountain must not disobey, otherwise they will face a catastrophic disaster!