The Path to Immortality

Except for the mid-stage foundation building cultivator who was in charge, who was still proud of his status and planned to wait and see, the other three early-stage foundation building cultivators each showed off their own top-grade magic weapons and low-grade spiritual weapons and came to meet them.

To be on the safe side, one of the foundation building cultivators also asked the slightly idle Qi training disciples nearby to quickly set up the top-grade basic formation [Small Five Elements Formation].

Multiple Qi training disciples, combined with the small five elements formation, can also have a slight restraining effect on the foundation building cultivators.

"They are using top-grade magic weapons..."

Fang Ping was stunned when his spiritual sense swept over the three opponents.

He didn't know how long he hadn't fought with such a weak early-stage foundation building cultivator, and a little pity flashed in his eyes.

Nine scorching sun lights flew out quickly, drawing dark golden trajectories, and flew at a speed that the three Tingxueguan foundation building cultivators could not imagine.

The powerful cultivation of the mid-stage foundation building cultivator had just been revealed, and the faces of the three people changed drastically.

"Not good!"

Feeling the instinctive warning, the three Tingxue Temple foundation-building cultivators reacted quickly. They immediately defended with all their strength, and at the same time retreated violently, trying to avoid Fang Ping's attack, waiting for their own mid-stage foundation-building cultivators to arrive.

However, with the foundation-building techniques practiced by the three people, how could they be Fang Ping's opponent?

The scorching sun mystical light condensed by the great scorching sun true fire easily destroyed the three people's top-grade magic weapons, and even the only two low-grade spiritual weapons were broken with one blow.

In an instant, nine mystical lights sank into the bodies of the three Tingxue Temple foundation-building cultivators.

Horror and despair solidified on the faces of the three people.

Immediately, their bodies turned into ashes in the blazing fire and dissipated with the mountain wind.

The scorching sun mystical light crossed an arc, turned a corner delicately, rolled up the storage bags of the three people, and sent them back to Fang Ping.

"Too weak!"

Fang Ping put away the storage bag with a bit of disdain on his face.

After the Demon Lord defeated Yuan Ji Zhenren, the world was in chaos. All kinds of people dared to set up checkpoints and rob people without even considering their own strength.

At this time, the cultivator of the middle stage of foundation building in Tingxue Temple, who was shocked and felt something was wrong, was just about to fly over.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget!

The face of the cultivator of the middle stage of foundation building turned pale, and he immediately realized that he had hit a wall.

Seeing Fang Ping's cold eyes looking at him, he shuddered, and immediately abandoned the disciples below, turned around and fled quickly, while secretly crushing a talisman in his sleeves.

Are you kidding? Killing three people of the early stage of foundation building in a blink of an eye, such a peerless vicious person, even the temple master may not be the opponent, how can I provoke him?

If I don't run, will I stay and wait for death!

But how can a person's speed be faster than the lightning?

"Boom!"

A thunder suddenly exploded in the clear sky.

Under Fang Ping's magic power, the middle-grade spiritual weapon Thunder Bell made a blow that resounded throughout the Lonely Sword Mountain.

Feeling the terrifying aura behind him, this mid-stage foundation-building cultivator could not help but look back while desperately urging his escape light.

Seeing the might of the Thunder Bell, he was so scared that he could not help but beg for mercy: "Senior, I..."

The silver lightning snake shot out and caught up with the Tingxue Temple foundation-building cultivator in an instant, drowning his figure and the words that had just come to his mouth!

It was clearly daytime, and the Lonely Sword Mountain was briefly illuminated by the dancing lightning.

When the violent lightning dissipated, only a tattered corpse was left in the original place.

What surprised Fang Ping a little was that this person was able to take charge of this place, and he was still quite powerful. He withstood this blow and was not dead, but had his last breath left.

But he only survived for a few more breaths.

The scorching sun's mysterious light chased after him, sank into his body, and took away his last ray of life.

In less than ten breaths, the four foundation-building monks of Tingxue Temple stationed on Gujian Mountain were all killed!

In the back, Zhen Wenxian, who had finally caught up with Fang Ping, was stunned.

Below, the disciples of Tingxue Temple who were preparing to set up the formation in twos and threes were directly shocked on the spot.

After several breaths, these disciples were horrified and realized what had happened. Except for a few stupid people who tried to escape, most of the disciples almost knelt down and begged for mercy immediately, not even daring to raise their heads.

The law enforcement hall master in the middle stage of foundation building was killed in one blow. With this strength, he must be about to form a pill, right?

If this person really wanted to kill, how could they escape?

The only way was to beg for mercy immediately, perhaps there would be a ray of life.

"Xu Daoyou, you...you..."

Watching Fang Ping casually retract the mysterious light, roll up his magic power, and roll the last storage bag back into his hand, and then leisurely stop at the top of the mountain, Zhen Wenxian actually stuttered for a while.

He never thought that the foundation-building cultivator he met casually would be such a strong man!

However, Fang did not want to say much to this cultivator Zhen, and only left a faint sentence: "See you later!"

Then he controlled the escape light and flew across the Solitary Sword Mountain at a rapid speed.

As for those disciples of Tingxue Temple who knelt on the ground to beg for mercy or fled in all directions, he was too lazy to even look at them.

"Alas, it is indeed the style of a master!"

Zhen Wenxian sighed with regret, depressed for not being able to meet this strong man.

But then, looking at the cultivators of Tingxue Temple on the ground, he showed some malice in his eyes.

Not only can he not beat the foundation-building cultivators of Tingxue Temple, but he can also not beat a group of Qi training disciples?

Although these disciples are not strong, they were poor in the past and did not have much benefit. But in recent days, he has been taking advantage of many monks passing by.

At the very least, there are still two sets of [Small Five Elements Formation] flags!

Anyway, the blame for killing the monks of Tingxue Temple is on that monk Xu. It would be unreasonable if he didn't take the opportunity to gain some benefits.

Thinking of this, he chuckled, offered two top-grade magic weapons, and slashed at the disciples begging for mercy on the ground.

………

After flying over Lonely Sword Mountain.

Fang Ping didn't want to get involved in trouble, so he didn't stay nearby, but continued to head south without stopping, preparing to go to Liuhufang in the southeast of Weiguo.

Earlier, his two maids accompanied the monks of the Yang family and settled in Weiguo temporarily. The news they sent back was that they had bought a cave in Liuhufang.

"It's been a while since I last saw Dahei. I don't know how much fatter this stupid dragon has grown, and whether his strength has improved!"

Mentioning his spirit beast, Fang Ping couldn't help but miss it a little more.

But at this moment, he saw five or six escape lights flying towards him. Judging from the direction, they were heading to Lone Sword Mountain.

Fang Ping thought that the Wei Kingdom cultivators were going to Liang Kingdom via Lone Sword Mountain, so he didn't think much about it.

But as the distance quickly shortened, Fang Ping noticed the emblems on the monks' robes, and a strange look appeared on his face.

They were also monks from Tingxue Temple!

Could it be that the four monks who were killed by him earlier secretly used some means to ask for help, so they sent reinforcements?

However, Tingxue Temple was too confident, wasn't it?

He killed four foundation-building cultivators within ten breaths. This kind of strength could not be dealt with by Tingxue Temple at all.

Now sending five or six foundation-building cultivators to reinforce, what's the difference between this and sending them to die?