The Path to Immortality

Inside the main hall of the sect.

The master of Tingxue Temple fell to the ground and quickly lost his breath.

Under the sneak attack of the Soul-Suppressing Seal, until his death, this cultivator of the late Foundation Establishment stage, who looked quite elegant but was actually a brutal robbery cultivator, did not react to what happened.

"Master?"

The disciples of Tingxue Temple on duty outside the main hall noticed something was wrong inside, looked at each other in surprise and doubt, and just as they were about to ask, they saw the cultivator surnamed Liao walking out with a normal expression.

He waved his hand: "I had a little dispute with the master, it's nothing serious, let's go!"

Seeing him say that, the disciples on duty did not ask any more questions.

But just as the disciples bowed and were about to retreat, several silver lights suddenly flew out of the palm of the cultivator Liao, restraining the unprepared disciples.

There was no way, even the master was solved by that man in a few moves, and cultivator Liao had no other thoughts in his mind except to cooperate.

After collecting the storage bag of the master of Tingxue Temple, Fang Ping also walked out of the hall.

Seeing that Master Liao had already taken down several startled disciples, he nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Lead the way, next is the elder of the formation hall!"

Master Liao glanced at the disciples who were angry but unable to move, and asked: "Do these disciples need it?"

He made a gesture to silence them.

Fang Ping glanced at several low-level disciples, and did not embarrass them. He said lightly: "Just hold them for a while and throw them into the hall."

After receiving Fang Ping's signal, Master Liao breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the other party did not intend to slaughter all the ordinary disciples, he would probably be able to survive!

After a cup of tea, under the guidance of Master Liao, the two of them passed through several guards of Qi training disciples and arrived at the formation hall.

"Hello, Uncle Liao, Uncle Zhang!"

The disciples guarding outside the formation hall bowed immediately when they saw Master Liao and Fang Ping coming.

Monk Liao nodded, motioned for them to stand up, and said, "We have something urgent to see Elder Hong, so there is no need to inform him."

Seeing that his tone was urgent, the disciples of the Formation Hall hesitated for a moment, but did not dare to stop them, allowing Monk Liao and Fang Ping to enter directly.

A moment later.

Fang Ping and Monk Liao met the elder of the Formation Hall, Hong Wenji, in the [Guiyuan Building].

This first-level formation cultivator, who was only at the initial stage of foundation building, did not see through Fang Ping's disguise, but there was obvious confusion on his face. He didn't know what urgent matter these two fellow disciples who were usually on average with him would suddenly visit him at this time.

"That's naturally because..."

Fang Ping suddenly stepped forward a few steps and spoke anxiously.

Just when Hong Wenji felt something strange, the Xuanyang Blood-Transforming Flying Needle shot out.

Before the doubt on Hong Wenji's face turned into horror, his body was pierced by more than ten blood-colored flying needles and then exploded.

Such a close-range sneak attack, and the target was only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, the result was no suspense.

But what Fang Ping did not expect was that when the flying needle shot through Hong Wenji's Taoist robe and was about to sink into his body, a green spiritual light with vitality appeared on the surface of Hong Wenji's body.

The blessing of this spiritual light made the flying needle vaguely feel a little resistance.

Although this abnormality could not change Hong Wenji's death, Fang Ping's face changed suddenly after a little surprise!

"That just now, was it some kind of body-building technique?"

Although it was obvious that his cultivation was still shallow and the effect of tempering the body was limited, when this body-building technique was triggered, Fang Ping clearly felt a little familiar from the green spiritual light.

Even the three major body-building techniques in his body responded faintly, and it was obvious that they felt a call from the same source.

"Green spiritual light, wood-based body-building technique, could it really be... [Green Wood Body]?"

Oops!

Fang Ping's face suddenly turned black.

He never thought that the formation cultivator who was killed by a single blow might have the last part of the Five Elements Body Building Technique that he had been thinking about.

"How could he be killed by mistake? How can I interrogate him?"

Fang Ping was very upset, but who could have thought of such a coincidence in advance?

Helplessly, he could only rush forward and try to save this person.

However, the Xuanyang Blood-Transforming Flying Needle given by the first-level Law Source Fruit, combined with his current blood and physique, was too powerful to be resisted by a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

At this moment, this formation cultivator was dead and could not die any more.

Fang Ping's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he quickly found his storage bag.

Now, Fang Ping could only hope that the body building technique practiced by this formation cultivator surnamed Hong was still preserved in the storage bag. Otherwise, it would be difficult!

As for the Tingxue Temple, which had actually fallen into his hands, Fang Ping didn't care at all.

After sweeping away the resources of the Song family, a Jindan family, a foundation-building sect that was established less than 60 years ago can only be said to be icing on the cake at best. Even if the income is multiplied several times, the significance to Fang Ping is far less than the [Qingmu Body] technique!

"I must have it!"

Fang Ping couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

After seeing that he killed Hong Wenji, his expression was not only not happy, but changed continuously, as if he was annoyed. Liao Xiushi on the side was a little confused.

The sneak attack was so perfect, killing the enemy with one move, isn't this a good thing?

Confused, he pondered for a long time before guessing something, and tentatively asked: "Senior, it seems that you want to find something from fellow Daoist Hong?"

While Fang Ping was trying his best to erase the mark of mana in the storage bag, he casually said, "This person should have practiced a body-building technique, which is of some use to me."

Monk Liao was stunned. He didn't expect that Fang Ping was looking for this.

He just happened to know something, so he said frankly, "Senior, are you talking about [Qingmu Body]?"

Ah?

Fang Ping's eyes flashed with astonishment: "You know?"

Seeing that Fang Ping was really looking for this, Monk Liao was relieved: "He got this body-building technique from me! If you want it, just take it from me."

After saying that, Monk Liao took out a jade slip from the storage bag and handed it to Fang Ping like offering a treasure.

There is actually such a development?

Fang Ping's mood suddenly experienced a lot of ups and downs.

This is really a case of searching for something without any effort!

With a little surprise, he immediately probed his consciousness into the jade slip and explored this technique.

After a moment, Fang Ping's face changed again, with some joy, dissatisfaction and anger.

What made him happy was that this wood-type body-building technique called Qingmu Shen, whether in terms of the concept or some of its details, matched the other four techniques he had on hand.

It was almost certain that it was the last piece of the puzzle that he had been searching for for decades and finally found!

But what made Fang Ping dissatisfied and angry was that this [Qingmu Shen] was actually incomplete, with only four layers, which could be cultivated to the level of the foundation-building stage!

The last fifth layer was missing!

Even if good things come with hardships, it was too much of a fate to have such an unexpected change after all the eighty-one difficulties had come to this last step.

Fang Ping's mentality was a little bit overwhelmed.

He put down the jade slip and stared at Monk Liao: "Why is there only four layers in this body-building technique? Where did you get it?"