The Path to Immortality

Eight days passed in a blink of an eye.

"Yes, the quality of the Nengyuan Pill refined this time has improved a little!".

In the cave, Fang Ping, who had taken the time to refine a large number of spiritual herbs recently purchased in the camp into pills, tasted the latest Nengyuan Pill and nodded secretly.

Then, he remembered that the nine times of retracing today had not been used up.

"The remaining two times are just right for refining the medium-grade basic pill I got from Senior Brother Liu - Bingxin Pill!"

Taking out a portion of Bingxin Pill's materials and putting them into the Yuan Ding, Fang Ping was about to start the furnace when suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air and a spell explosion outside the cave.

Then there was a weak scream.

Fang Ping's expression was stern. He first put away the Yuan Ding, then put the equally vigilant Dahei aside into the spirit beast bag, and stood up and came to the entrance of the cave.

With the cover of the withered bone illusion array, he poked his head out to look around.

Not far away, he saw two monks.

One of them was wearing a black robe, with a ferocious look and a few injuries on his body, but he looked like the winner of the fight.

The other one had a Luoyang Sect disciple's token hanging around his waist. His breath was very weak, and there were many scars on his body. There was a sword scar on his chest that was deep enough to see the bone. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.

He was unwilling to give up. He looked at the black-clothed monk with a resentful look and cursed: "You monks from Xiaofeng Valley are so bold that you attacked and killed Luoyang Sect disciples. Our sect will never let you go. Just wait and see!"

"Haha!"

The black-clothed man laughed triumphantly several times and said: "Until now, you still thought I was a local monk from Xiaofeng Valley?"

The bloodless face of the Luoyang Sect disciple suddenly changed.

"Since you are about to die, I will tell you, so that you can understand the situation and not die in confusion." The man in black said sarcastically: "I wonder if you have ever heard of the robbery cultivator [Black-faced Taoist] active in the Howling Wind Canyon?"

The Luoyang Sect disciple no longer had the strength to speak. His eyes gradually lost their luster and he stopped breathing completely.

The man in black shook his head and sighed: "The disciples of the Luoyang Sect were killed by the cultivators of the Howling Wind Canyon. What does it have to do with me, the Black-faced Taoist?"

Fight!

It's better to fight harder!

Only when the Luoyang Sect, a powerful dragon crossing the river, conflicts with the local cultivator family, can robbery cultivators like him fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit.

Thinking of this, the Black-faced Taoist stepped forward and put the disciple's storage bag into his sleeve, and then dropped a disciple token from a local cultivator family in a hidden place not far away.

This token came from an unlucky guy who was killed by him a few months ago.

As for whether the people of Luoyang Sect can find this place, and whether they will believe it, it has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, it was just a casual arrangement, and it didn't matter if it didn't work. If Luoyang Sect really fell for it, and a powerful dragon fought with a local snake, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

"Well, there shouldn't be any clues that can expose my identity..."

After a final check, the black-faced Taoist was about to fly away, but suddenly remembered something and stopped in confusion.

He looked around a few times, his expression was a little surprised and doubtful: "No, I have been here several times and rested here. If I remember correctly, there should be a cave here."

After a brief doubt, the black-faced Taoist also smelled a very subtle scent of elixir in the air.

His expression suddenly became solemn.

After carefully observing the surroundings for a moment, the black-faced Taoist waved his hand and took out a seven-bird fire fan made of seven kinds of demon bird feathers. He fanned it hard and shot a large number of fireballs the size of a human head onto the nearby cliff.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amid the explosions, the rocks on the cliffs shook violently, and a large amount of gravel and soil rolled down.

There is no doubt that the fiery red feather fan is at least a mid-grade magic weapon!

Affected by the explosion and the scorching air wave, the originally very real illusion finally showed slight fluctuations.

The rocks and vines transformed by the dry bone illusion array could no longer be completely real.

"Illusion array! There are others hiding here!"

The black-faced Taoist's face changed slightly.

But at the same time he realized this, the illusion array, which was originally only operating at a minimum and not really activated, suddenly started to operate at full power.

Under the urging of the main array, the illusory light spread out in all directions, completely covering the black-faced Taoist.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

The original canyon, cliffs, vines, etc. disappeared in an instant, and the black-faced Taoist suddenly found that he was in an environment with gloomy air and a sea of ​​blood.

All kinds of terrifying illusions emerged one after another.

There were terrifying ghosts, hideous zombies, and rotten skeletons crawling out of the ground, full of resentment.

The black-faced Taoist was a little flustered at first, but after urging the feather fan to launch a few attacks and easily shattering most of the illusions, he immediately understood the level of this illusion array.

"It's just some tricks of pretending to be gods and ghosts."

The black-faced Taoist sneered and urged another medium-grade magic weapon [Xuanhuozhao] to prop up a blazing fire cover to protect himself.

Then he identified a direction and tried to break through.

However, no matter how far he ran, the sea of ​​corpses and blood in front of him seemed to have no end. And as long as the black-faced Taoist blinked or was in a trance, he would suddenly find that he was suddenly back to where he was!

As the illusion array continued to operate, the illusions created by the array seemed to no longer be all phantoms, but between reality and illusion, and could actually cause certain damage!

"Damn it!"

The black-faced Taoist looked gloomy, and found that he had underestimated the trouble of the array.

He thought quickly for a moment, and no longer tried to find a correct way out, but began to try to violently destroy the array.

………

In the cave.

The moment he saw his fellow disciple die, Fang Ping gave up the risky idea of ​​rushing out to rescue him.

Instead, he made up his mind to hide and report the matter after returning to the camp.

By then, there would naturally be foundation-building cultivators to solve the problem.

But what he didn't expect was that the black-faced Taoist was very familiar with the terrain here, and finally discovered the existence of the illusion array.

Out of helplessness, Fang Ping had to immediately activate the illusion array and trap the black-faced Taoist in the array first.

It can only be said that fortunately he was decisive enough.

If he had any hope, and the black-faced Taoist priest left the range of the illusion array first and then bombarded the cave with magic from a distance, then Fang Ping would be the one who would be beaten passively.

"A sixth-level Qi training cultivator!"

Judging from the opponent's powerful magic power, he might even be close to the seventh level of Qi training.

But Fang Ping was very sure that the opponent had not really entered the seventh level of Qi training.

He had dealt with Liu Wuchen many times, and had personally witnessed the fight between Liu Wuchen and Miao Youfang on the arena of the sect competition. He knew very well how strong a real late-stage Qi training cultivator was.

But even so, Fang Ping felt a little overwhelmed.

After all, he was only at the fourth level of Qi training, a whole two small realms behind. In a head-on battle, Fang Ping could not be the opponent of this cultivator.

Now he could only hope that the power of this illusion array was really as claimed by the owner of the [Five Elements Zhai].