An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Recovering and adjusting his state as quickly as possible, Fang Ping quietly came to the side of an elegant Yuanying early stage cultivator holding a spiritual spear.

The spiritual energy in this person's body was almost exhausted, but he could only recover with a few medium-grade spiritual stones.

It can be seen that he has no trump cards to use. Even when the thunder tribulation fell, he just used the strong body of the Yuanying cultivator to resist it, and he was reluctant to activate even the defensive magic weapon.

Such a cultivator's strength is simply not comparable to the previous one, and it is the best target for Fang Ping to choose to assassinate.

The surrounding Yuanying cultivators were still cursing, some cursed the formation for being too strong, some cursed Fang Ping as a bastard, and some cursed the cultivator who organized everyone to break the formation.

Unfortunately, they are now extremely distressed about the spiritual energy in their bodies, and there is no internal conflict for the time being.

"Ka..."

Another thunder tribulation fell, and the elegant Yuanying cultivator showed bitterness on his face, clenched his teeth and prepared to bear this thunder tribulation again.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis rose from his heart, and he suddenly stood up and prepared to leave.

The next moment, he found three weak space cracks appeared around his body, surrounding him from three directions. If he made a slight movement and was caught off guard, he would be cut by the cracks.

He didn't even bother to think about why the space cracks appeared. At the moment when the space cracks were about to cut his body, he dodged in the direction without cracks.

However, the next moment, a silver-white spear tip suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by a silver spear, and a young man gradually emerged from the void behind the spear.

"Fang Ping!"

The cultivator instantly recognized the young man. It was Fang Ping who had been missing since the beginning of the thunder tribulation.

"Yes, it's me." Fang Ping chuckled, waves of space fluctuations emerged, and at the same time, the gravity field enveloped and trapped the cultivator on the spot.

"Puff"

The spiritual treasure spear pierced into the opponent's forehead without hindrance, and the chaotic energy burst out. Thirty-six spear tips exploded in the forehead of the Yuanying cultivator, blowing thirty-six blood holes in his head.

His Nascent Soul left his body instantly, and before the fragile Nascent Soul could figure out where to escape, it was refined into a wisp of green smoke by the rich thunder attribute aura in the air and dissipated.

He killed a Nascent Soul with one blow, and when the others finally reacted, Fang Ping's figure flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's Fang Ping, where is he?"

"Where is the thunder tribulation, why didn't it strike him?"

"Why was he able to avoid the thunder tribulation?"

No one cared about the Nascent Soul cultivator who had just fallen. They only cared about Fang Ping, and why the heavenly tribulation didn't strike him before when Fang Ping was clearly in the heavenly tribulation area.

"Crack..."

The heavenly tribulation fell again, and the consciousness of the Nascent Soul cultivators instantly swept across the entire space formation, but they didn't find any heavenly tribulation without a target at all.

In other words, not only did the heavenly tribulation not strike Fang Ping before, but even after Fang Ping appeared and killed a Nascent Soul by sneak attack, the heavenly tribulation did not strike Fang Ping.

"Fuck, is the heavenly tribulation from Fang Ping's family?"

"I have lived for so long, and I have never heard of such a strange thing."

Just when they were greatly surprised, suddenly another space crack appeared out of thin air beside an old monk.

The situation of this old monk was even worse than that of the elegant Yuanying before. He was really at the end of his strength and had to rely on his gradually depleted blood essence to activate a defensive magic weapon to hold on.

The appearance of this space crack made him feel like dying, but he was completely powerless to fight back, so he could only force himself to stay away.

But the next moment, a fist wrapped in golden light appeared from the void, directly knocking the old monk's body-protecting magic weapon away, and then continued to move forward, and blasted the old monk's head into a ball of blood mist.

"Fang Ping, go to hell!"

The monks around him who reacted quickly took action instantly and rushed towards Fang Ping.

Fang Ping was too lazy to pay attention to him, and picked up the old monk's storage ring and turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared on the spot.

Fang Ping disappeared, but the several Nascent Soul cultivators who had rushed towards Fang Ping rushed over without stopping. One of them was quick-witted and swallowed the old cultivator's languid Nascent Soul in one gulp the moment it left his body.

"Damn it, it was almost there!"

The other cultivators saw this and all looked regretful, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

After Fang Ping killed the first Ruya Nascent Soul, many cultivators were mourning the Nascent Soul that was destroyed by the lightning arc.

In the current situation where everyone is extremely exhausted, if they can swallow a Nascent Soul, it will be a life-saving tonic for them.

So after the old cultivator was killed, they rushed over in the name of killing Fang Ping in order to snatch the old cultivator's Nascent Soul.

At the critical moment of life and death, no one cares whether they are righteous cultivators or demon cultivators, and whether swallowing other people's Nascent Souls is in line with reason.

As long as they can find a way to keep themselves alive, that is the greatest reason.

As long as they can stay alive, it doesn't matter if they take the initiative to kill people to snatch Nascent Souls.

Hey, killing people to snatch Nascent Souls?

Some cultivators suddenly had a flash of inspiration in their minds, and their eyes flashed through the crowd. In an instant, they saw several cultivators who looked extremely weak and were struggling under the thunder tribulation.

"Don't panic, Brother Yang, I'll help you!"

A cultivator sent a message to one of them, and then came to the other side with a medicine bottle.

"Thank you, Brother Daoist, for being willing to help at this moment."

"No, no, we have known each other for many years. Brother Yang is in danger, and I can't just stand by and watch him die."

The Yuanying of Yang had just taken the medicine bottle and opened it, only to find that it was empty: "Daoyou, this..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party had already hit him in the lower abdomen with a palm, and grabbed his Yuanying from his lower abdomen and swallowed it directly to refine it.

"You..." Yuanying of Yang looked at the other party in disbelief, but the other party directly sat cross-legged and began to absorb the energy in his Yuanying, without even looking at the cultivator of Yang.

Many people, including Fang Ping, saw this scene, but no one paid any attention to it.

Under the increasingly powerful thunder tribulation, everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one was willing to meddle in the affairs of a dead person.

If he had a dispute with the other party and got injured, he would be the next one to be killed.

Seeing this, a demon cultivator smirked and stood up to a weak middle-aged female cultivator not far away and said, "My fellow Taoist, I think you are about to collapse. I wonder if you can lend me your Nascent Soul."

"Demon, what do you want to do?"

"You are going to die soon anyway. What's the difference between dying earlier or later?"

As he said this, the demon cultivator smashed the female cultivator with a sledgehammer in his hand.

The female cultivator had already run out of strength and did not dare to resist. She turned around and flew towards a crowded place to seek shelter.

However, when she passed by a short-bearded young Nascent Soul cultivator from a first-class sect, the other party suddenly drew his sword and cut her in half.

The young man waved his hand, and the female cultivator's Nascent Soul was caught by him before the demon cultivator.