The Path to Immortality

If the flying boat is breached, the five foundation-building uncles in charge may still have a chance to escape.

These Qi-training disciples will almost certainly be killed on the spot by the demon cultivators.

If they are unlucky, they may be sacrificed by the corpse-refining method, or even their souls may be captured and used as ghost soldiers of the Hundred Ghosts Banner, and they will not be able to die in peace!

Under the order of the uncle and the fear of the demon cultivators, batches of disciples swarmed onto the deck.

They gathered in groups of three or five, desperately urging their own magic tools and spells, or joined forces to offset the attacks of the foundation-building demon cultivators, and try to reduce the attacks on the flying boat's restrictions; or they tried their best to attack one or two of the demon cultivators, so as to contain and harass the enemy and help their uncle relieve the pressure.

For a while, the flying boat was full of colorful spells and various magic tools, turning into an increasingly grand battlefield.

In front of the foundation-building cultivators, the strength of the Qi-training disciples was insignificant.

However, there were hundreds of Qi-training disciples who boarded the deck in the first batch, and they were protected by the restrictions of the flying boat, so they could attack freely. The situation was different.

Sometimes, a large number of ants can kill an elephant!

Faced with dozens or hundreds of spells, even the foundation-building demon cultivators who regarded the Qi-training disciples as nothing had to temporarily avoid them, and invisibly slowed down their attacks on the restrictions of the flying boat.

This flying boat, which seemed to be in the midst of a stormy sea, managed to stabilize its position.

………

The left side of the flying boat.

Perhaps because they felt that Fang Ping's cultivation was still at the initial stage of foundation building, there were only two demon cultivators besieging Fang Ping.

One of them, a red-haired old man with a skull pendant on his neck, drove a heavy bone-locking heart hammer and smashed it down one after another.

The frequency of the bone-locking heart hammer was not fast. After each strike, it took several breaths to brew before it could launch another attack.

But it must be said that its power was quite good, not inferior to the Yuanhe ruler that Fang Ping had used before!

Every time the hammer fell, Fang Ping's Coiled Snake Turtle Shield shook slightly.

The red-haired old man seemed to feel that he had the upper hand and was not in a hurry to attack with all his strength. He just steadily activated the spiritual weapon and continued to attack.

The other demon cultivator who besieged Fang Ping was just the opposite extreme.

This pale, gloomy female cultivator exuded an aura of keeping strangers away, and she controlled three white bone flying forks at the same time.

The quality of the white bone flying forks can only be regarded as a low-level level among the low-grade spiritual weapons.

But the white bone flying forks were extremely fast, and the three flying forks took turns to attack. The pale light continued to bombard the red fire flag, another low-grade protective spiritual weapon that Fang Ping had sacrificed, which was enough to create illusions in front of people's eyes.

However...

"Just two demon cultivators in the early stage of foundation building?"

If Fang Ping attacked with all his strength, he could kill the two in a blink of an eye.

However, the current situation is not that bad, and Fang Ping is unlikely to rashly expose all his strength because of this.

But even if he only showed the strength he had used to defeat Wang Luhong when he helped the Wu family in Zhengyang Palace, it would be enough to deal with these two demon cultivators.

Relying on two low-grade spiritual weapons to hold on steadily, Fang Ping waved his hand and sacrificed six rays of scorching sun mysterious light, counterattacking the two demon cultivators.

Two of the scorching sun mysterious light flew towards the red-haired old man.

Sensing that the dark golden mysterious light was particularly condensed and seemed to have considerable power, the red-haired old man looked a little more serious.

He condensed several bone spears and shot them towards the scorching sun mysterious light.

However, how could the bone spears condensed by the white bone spell be a match for the scorching sun mysterious light that Fang Ping had forged through thousands of hammers?

He was melted by the mysterious light without even being able to resist at all!

The red-haired old man was even more shocked when he found that his spell was easily broken by the mysterious light, and his vigilance was raised to the extreme.

He seemed to have also cultivated a good light escape magic, controlling the light escape to fly up and down in the air, dodging with all his strength, and at the same time urging the protective magic weapon to the extreme.

Unfortunately, how could the speed of the cultivator controlling the light escape be comparable to the tangible and intangible magic of the Fiery Sun Mysterious Light?

Two rays of Fiery Sun Mysterious Light easily caught up with the red-haired old man, and easily cut through his self-defense spiritual weapon and magic shield.

If the skull pendant hanging on the red-haired old man's chest was not a life-saving item, and it was activated at the critical moment of life and death, Fang Ping might have killed him on the spot...

Even so, the red-haired old man was still seriously injured, and had to activate another first-level superior life-saving talisman, and flew back a hundred feet quickly to escape the pursuit range of the Fiery Sun Mysterious Light, and only then did he save his life.

"This is too..."

For a moment, Fang Ping's face looked a little strange.

Although the fight just now lasted only a moment, it was more difficult than he had imagined.

The difficulty was not in how to defeat the opponent, but in how to restrain his strength as much as possible, so as not to kill the opponent with one blow!

But even though he had tried very hard, he almost couldn't hold back and killed the foundation-building demon cultivator with one blow.

"Is this person too weak, or am I too strong? Or am I hiding my weakness too much?"

While reflecting, Fang Ping was not idle either, and urged the other four Fiery Sun Mysterious Lights to attack the female cultivator.

Seeing the red-haired old man being seriously injured by a blow and having to withdraw from the battlefield, the female cultivator was like facing a great enemy. While offering a self-defense spiritual weapon, she manipulated three white bone flying forks to fly towards the Fiery Sun Mysterious Light, trying to slightly block the attack of the Fiery Sun Mysterious Light.

"Crack!"

After just one round of collision, the might of the Fiery Sun Mysterious Light remained unchanged, and it seemed that it was not affected at all.

But one of her three white bone flying forks exploded on the spot and was completely destroyed by the Fiery Sun Mysterious Light.

Obvious cracks also appeared on the other two flying bone forks, greatly reducing their power.

"What kind of magic is this?"

The female cultivator's face turned pale. Fearing that she would follow the footsteps of the red-haired old man, he immediately took the initiative to avoid it without waiting for the scorching sun to continue to attack, and shouted for help.

The demon cultivators who attacked the flying boat were shocked to find that the two early foundation-building demon cultivators who besieged Fang Ping were beaten without any ability to fight back after just a few rounds of fighting.

Unexpectedly, there was a tough guy among the cultivators sitting in the flying boat!

Corresponding to them, the Qi training disciples who were assisting in the defense nearby saw that Uncle Fang Ping showed his divine power and severely injured and repelled the two foundation-building demon cultivators with just a few moves. They were immediately cheered.

Hearing this somewhat "harsh" cheering, the two brothers He Feng and He Ying, who were in the middle stage of foundation-building demon cultivators who were attacking the flying boat's restrictions, showed a cold look on their faces.

As the eldest brother, He Feng glanced at Fang Ping and thought to himself, "Could it be that a true disciple of the Luoyang Sect deliberately concealed his strength and wanted to launch a sneak attack? He is really insidious and treacherous. If it weren't for the red-haired Taoist friend's caution, he would have almost succeeded!"

Both of them were from the Magic Demon Sect. He Feng had stepped into the middle stage of foundation building forty years ago, and now he is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building.

He Ying, who is slightly weaker, has been promoted to the middle stage of foundation building for nearly thirty years.

The two of them practiced basically the same skills and spells, and they lived together since childhood, so they can be said to be in tune with each other.

Joining forces to fight the enemy is enough to fight against a real late stage of foundation building.

For a Luoyang Sect elite with impressive strength, the two are undoubtedly very interested.

"You step back, we will deal with him!"