The Path to Immortality

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Ping and his two companions found the black-gold tiger, which had just hunted a demon beast and was lazily enjoying its food, near a forest.

This was a demon tiger that was four or five meters long. Just as its name indicated, it was black-gold in color and had an extremely fierce aura.

Seeing the stranger approaching, it roared and its body immediately tensed up.

The roar seemed to have a shocking effect, causing the three people to be startled and subconsciously take a few steps back.

"This demon tiger is probably not far from the sixth level of Qi training."

Deng Jianyang's tone became more solemn, and he offered a heavy golden pestle.

Under the urging of mana, the golden pestle suddenly grew ten times larger in the air, and with a dazzling golden light, it smashed towards the black-gold tiger fiercely.

However, although this black-gold tiger was huge, it was extremely flexible in its movements.

It shook its body, as if it could control the demonic wind, and took more than ten steps in an instant.

After dodging the attack of the golden pestle, it pounced on the three people.

A great battle broke out instantly!

Facing the rapidly approaching black gold tiger, Fang Ping controlled the Tianyang Sword and slashed at the opponent in mid-air.

Compared with the slightly bulky golden pestle, the light magic sword is undoubtedly much more flexible.

Under Fang Ping's control, the red Tianyang Sword drew a sharp arc and slashed on the head of the black gold tiger.

On the other side, Mo Yao also released his own attack magic weapon, and a sword light emitting a bone-chilling cold air, and the Tianyang Sword fell on the black gold tiger almost at the same time.

A scene that surprised the three people appeared.

The full force of the two magic swords slashed on the body of the black gold tiger, and it actually made a sound like metal clashing, leaving only an inconspicuous white mark.

The black gold tiger only shook its head slightly, and then resumed its action as if nothing had happened, and continued to pounce on Deng Jianyang.

In its perception, this person's realm and aura are the strongest among the three, and the threat to itself is the greatest, so it must be eliminated first!

Seeing that the demon tiger is already close, Deng Jianyang uses the light body technique, and his body flashes continuously, like a kite in the clouds, dodging the attack gracefully. At the same time, he urged the golden pestle to hit the black gold tiger again.

Ordinary magic swords are not a big threat to the black gold tiger.

But this heavy golden pestle, with a full-strength attack, has a power close to that of a medium-grade magic weapon, which should be able to cause considerable damage to the black gold tiger.

Unfortunately, this attack was once again dodged by the black gold tiger that came and went like the wind.

Moreover, this demon tiger not only has outstanding physical defense, but also masters an excellent magic.

It opened its bloody mouth, roared, and condensed a pure black light.

The black light split into two, like a sharp blade, flying towards Deng Jianyang rapidly.

Deng Jianyang reacted quickly, dodging his body in succession, and forcibly dodged one of the black lights. But in the end, he had to rely on his magic shield to withstand the attack.

His magic shield was very solid, and ordinary low-grade magic weapons could never break it with one blow.

But the black light spit out by the black gold tiger penetrated Deng Jianyang's magic shield, and was then blocked by a ray of spiritual light from Deng Jianyang's robe.

"That was close~"

Deng Jianyang's face changed slightly, and he obviously felt the threat.

He shouted: "This monster is tricky, what other tricks do you have, show them!"

Finding that the Tianyang Sword could not threaten the black gold tiger, Fang Ping was not in a hurry, he took back the magic sword, and released the scorching sun true fire one after another.

One after another, the blazing true fire streaked through the air and flew towards the black gold tiger.

The powerful true fire posed a more obvious threat to the black gold tiger.

Its body bounced up violently, trying to avoid the burning of the true fire.

However, Fang Ping's control over the scorching sun true fire was already meticulous. Under his control, several flames that were close to the black gold tiger suddenly changed direction and hit the black gold tiger as if they could track it by themselves.

The pale golden flames made the black gold tiger roar in pain.

But it was far from enough to kill the demon tiger with only true fire.

Just when Fang Ping was ready to use the middle-grade magic weapon [Nine-turn Golden Ring], Mo Yao on the side was also constantly urging his magic power and releasing the spell that had been brewing for a while - Ice Curse!

A large group of sharp white frost quickly formed around the black gold tiger, covering its body surface with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals.

Under the erosion of the cold air, the speed of the black gold tiger slowed down visibly.

Opportunity!

Deng Jianyang's eyes lit up, and he urged the golden pestle magic weapon again and smashed it towards the black gold tiger.

There was only a muffled "bang".

This time, the black gold tiger finally failed to dodge and was smashed into the ground by the golden pestle.

Under the heavy force, the ground nearby trembled slightly.

However, this extremely powerful monster was still alive despite such injuries, and let out a shrill roar. It broke free from the golden pestle and fled deep into the forest.

Deng Jianyang's eyelids jumped, and he urged the golden pestle to chase again.

At the critical moment, the Tianyang Sword fell from the sky and blocked the direction of the black gold tiger's escape.

Although it did not cause any actual damage, the timing of this attack was very good, delaying the black gold tiger's figure for a breath.

The heavy golden pestle fell with a bang.

The black gold tiger's body shook, and finally it was unable to support and fell to the ground.

"This time the teammates are very powerful!"

Fang Ping nodded secretly.

As usual, he made another slash and confirmed that the black gold tiger was dead, and then he put away the nine-turn golden ring hidden in his sleeve.

………

After killing the black gold tiger, most of the goal this time was completed.

The three took the fur from the forehead of the black gold tiger as proof of mission completion, and divided up some monster tiger meat and tiger bones.

The black gold tiger bones of the fifth level of Qi training are still of some value.

However, in the camp, a large number of disciples took on missions and went out to hunt monster materials, and the price of materials plummeted.

The value of the tiger bones naturally had to be discounted.

Some smart disciples have already started part-time businesses. They bought materials at low prices in the camp and planned to sell them at a higher price after returning to Luoyunfang.

After distributing the spoils, the three spent another two days to complete the topographic map of the area. After confirming that there were no spirit stone veins or other rare ores, they drove the flying magic weapon back to the camp together.

After coming to the notice board, submitting the mission, and showing the fur of the black gold tiger, Fang Ping successfully obtained thirty mission points.

With the points in hand, the mission of the three-person team was completed.

Deng Jianyang clasped his fists towards Fang Ping and Mo Yao and saluted: "Junior Brother Fang, Junior Sister Mo, let's work together again if we have the chance!"

After saying that, he went straight back to his stone house, apparently planning to rest for a day or two before making plans.

Mo Yao seemed to agree as well, after all, this operation was a long way off, so there was no need to rush. He just nodded to the two of them and left together.

On the contrary, Fang Ping only rested for half a day, fed the big black that had begun to grow scales, and then came to the notice board to start selecting the second task that suited him.

He should have been one of the most lazy disciples in the camp, but at this moment, he looked like the most active one.