The Path to Immortality

After about half a cup of tea, under the fierce attack of two foundation-building demon cultivators, a restriction on the right rear of the flying boat finally dimmed completely after trembling violently.

With just one strike, it will be completely defeated.

Seeing the ferocious expression of the demon cultivator outside the flying boat, attacking the weak point with all his strength, the nearby Qi training disciples were all frightened.

Under the imminent threat of death, many qi-training disciples squeezed out their mana, or did not hesitate to use any protective cards, and managed to burst out another wave of combat power.

With the help of the time bought by the qi training disciples, Huang Ruwen and Liao Yongzhu reluctantly allocated part of their strength to stop the demon cultivator from attacking the weak point for a moment.

But the strength of the two of them is limited after all. When they are biased in one place, the resistance in other positions will inevitably become weaker.

Soon, under the attack of the demonic cultivators, one block after another was on the verge of being completely destroyed.

The Qi training disciples on the entire flying boat finally began to suffer casualties.

"Jiejie, Luoyang Sect's flying boat is about to be destroyed, everyone, please work harder!"

Under the urging of the leader of the demon cultivator, the morale of the demon cultivators who besieged Feizhou greatly increased and they launched fierce attacks one after another.

The situation has completely collapsed, and only the final countdown remains.

If there weren't too many demon cultivators who tightly surrounded Feizhou, there might have been disciples who wanted to break out and escape.

………

Left position.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Fang Ping frowned slightly.

There were problems with the restrictions in several other directions, and he was beyond his reach, and there was really nothing he could do to save them.

But with the restrictions on the left side of the flying boat, he couldn't just sit back and watch. Although there is no harm in hiding one's clumsiness appropriately, it is not enough to just watch the disciples die.

At this moment, a restriction on the left rear was finally completely destroyed after persisting for a moment.

Liao Yongzhu, who was sitting in the rear position, was already at a loss and unable to rescue.

Several qi-training disciples at the gap were so desperate that they closed their eyes and waited to die.

Fang Ping's eyes flashed, he stretched out his hand and released a ray of blazing sun light.

Under his control, the blazing sun light came instantly, transformed into a dark golden stream of light, and blocked the gap.

The magic fire spell of a foundation-building demon cultivator had already whizzed down from the sky, but it missed it by just a moment and was firmly blocked from the restricted gap by Fang Ping's blazing sun light.

In the violent explosion of fire, several disciples who had closed their eyes and waited for death found that they were safe and sound. They opened their eyes in surprise, only to find that it was Uncle Fang who was on the left position and managed to help them stop the attack.

"Thank you, uncle, for saving your life!"

After surviving a desperate situation, the gratitude in the eyes of several disciples is indescribable.

Fang Ping didn't care about the gratitude of several qi training disciples. He was sure that this mysterious light was enough to seal the breached restriction gap, so he withdrew his attention.

"You've already used the explosive secret technique, you can't protect yourself, and you're still distracted by your disciples, tsk tsk!"

The He brothers, who had been waiting for the secret bursting technique to end, waited and saw Fang Pingming looking pale and shaky, but he could hold on and finally became impatient.

Not wanting to wait any longer, the two men once again activated each medium-grade spiritual weapon and launched another attack.

"Exterminate demons and protect the Tao today! Why does Fang regret this life?"

Facing the He family brothers' full-strength attack, Fang Ping's expression seemed calm, but it was inexplicably tragic. With the secret blessing of magic power, he spoke word by word, and anyone could hear the heaviness and determination in his voice.

Regardless of the nearby qi training disciples, or Huang Ruwen and others who were also exhausted, they could not help but be moved by it, and felt strong admiration in their hearts.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that there is someone who wants to die. He will help you!"

The two brothers of the He family were stunned, but they were somewhat impressed, but they still had a look of contempt and anger on their faces and stepped up their attack.

Seeing the majesty of the He brothers, who suppressed Fang Ping so much that he couldn't even lift his head, the female cultivator from before rolled her eyes and flew back again.

After suffering a loss at Fang Ping's hands, how could she let go of this opportunity? Naturally, she would try to get revenge!

He summoned the two damaged bone flying forks again, followed the He family brothers, and began to fish in troubled waters. The flying fork, shining with pale magic light, launched attacks one after another again, making Fang Ping's eyes a little dazzled.

This soft persimmon kept hanging around in front of Fang Ping, which finally aroused his murderous intention.

"Forget it, it is quite reasonable for someone to have an accident due to carelessness in a chaotic battle..."

Fang Ping sneered secretly and randomly pulled out a first-level mid-grade talisman from his storage bag. After urging it to fire, he threw it towards the female cultivator.

The first-level mid-level talisman is still a bit of a threat to the monks in the early stages of foundation building.

Sensing the power of the talisman, the female demonic cultivator's face became a little more solemn, and she was about to activate her spell to resist. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Fang Ping's [Soul-Suppressing Seal] quietly took action.

With his current strength of consciousness, just a little mobilization of the power of his soul is enough to severely damage the soul of this foundation-building female cultivator!

But in the eyes of outsiders, the female cultivator seemed to be frightened by the power of the first-order talisman, and she was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, two blazing sun lights flew in quickly, instantly breaking through the female cultivator's mana shield.

"not good!"

The He brothers did not expect that during the battle, their companions would make such low-level mistakes as losing concentration before the battle.

He wanted to rescue him, but it was too late.

Watching the blazing sun's mysterious light fly by, beheading the female cultivator!

Since the war started, many foundation-building monks from both sides have been injured, but the demon cultivators have a large number of people, so even if they are injured, they can be covered by their companions in time.

Although the Luoyang Sect was at a disadvantage, they were protected by the restrictions of the flying boat and could retreat into the flying boat at a critical moment.

Therefore, although the battle was fierce, this was the first cultivator to be killed!

But no one expected that the first to die would be the demon cultivators who had the advantage.

Even the chaotic battlefield was briefly silent for a moment.

The demon cultivators were certainly surprised and angry at the same time; while the Luoyang Sect cultivators on the flying boat were greatly encouraged, and some disciples immediately shouted "Master Uncle Fang is mighty!"

"This idiot! Three against one, and he was killed in one fell swoop?"

The demon cultivator who presided over this operation couldn't help but curse inwardly. He didn't expect that such a smooth operation would still have such an accident at the moment of victory.

But at this moment, on the Qingyue boat that was transporting the demon cultivators in the distance, five sword-shaped flames rose up and exploded in the air.

That was the signal that the cultivators were approaching!

"How come the patrol team of Cangjian Tower came so quickly!"

Seeing the warning signal, the face of the demon cultivator in charge changed slightly.

Judging from the number of people, there should be only one team of five monks in the patrol team. But those who can serve as patrol members in a sect like Cangjian Tower where sword cultivators gather are all weak.

To stop them, at least six or seven foundation-building demon cultivators are needed.

But in this case, their advantage in numbers will be...

There are only two choices left, either to completely destroy the flying boat in just a few dozen breaths, or to evacuate as soon as possible.

Otherwise, with the speed of the sword cultivators, it will not be easy to get rid of their pursuit.