An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The Thunder Escape Technique is extremely fast and unpredictable, making it difficult to figure out, and the rules of space conceal it, making it even more difficult to capture Fang Ping's specific location.

When Fang Ping appeared, he happened to appear behind a young-looking Nascent Soul cultivator with a pale face and sluggish breathing.

Covered by the rules of space, the shocking thorn condensed from Yang Shen's soul goes straight into the opponent's heavenly spirit, enters the opponent's soul space, and pierces directly into the opponent's soul.

At the same time, the golden light was accompanied by thunder, and the fist wrapped in the rules of the two attributes was doing the Jing Shen Stab, hitting the opponent's head hard at the moment when the opponent was unconscious.

A muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and the Nascent Soul warrior's head was blown open by Fang Ping's punch without even knowing what happened.

This punch not only shattered his head, but also his soul. However, before the soul and head fragments could splash around, thunder roared, cleansing the opponent's whole body, wrapping the rules of space, and the opponent's Nascent Soul was basically With nowhere to hide, it was shattered by thunder and turned into pure energy.

The divine tree shook slightly. The opponent's soul, Nascent Soul, and flesh and blood energy were directly absorbed by the divine tree. After being refined by the divine tree, it was directly transformed into chaotic energy to supplement the divine tree's consumption.

Instantly killing an injured Nascent Soul monk, Fang Ping's expression remained unchanged and he allowed the magic weapons of several nearby monks to hit him. With the protection of the most precious jade plate and the Ming King's Heart Flame, he was completely indifferent to the attacks of several nearby opponents.

The wings behind him vibrated, and a strong wind blew by. The monks around him felt the strong wind corroding their bones, as if it was taking away all their vitality and cultivation.

At the moment when they were stunned, the phantom of the fairy phoenix raised its head and let out a silent cry, and then swooped towards the group of monks below.

During the dive, the fairy phoenix split into two, and the two became four, and the four became eight. When it was almost close to the monk, it had changed from a huge fairy phoenix to sixty. Four slightly smaller fairy phoenixes.

Each of these immortal phoenixes found an opponent and rushed towards them. As soon as they made contact, they turned into blazing phoenix flames and burned the opponent continuously.

Fang Ping's whole body of chaotic energy was consumed crazily, and he used the gravity field to its limit to suppress his opponent firmly in place.

At the same time, he pinched the thunder seal with his hand, and thunder fell from the sky in conjunction with the phoenix flames to consume the opponent's protective magic weapon bit by bit.

If it were another Nascent Soul cultivator, even a strong one in the late Nascent Soul stage, using such powerful and powerful spells, every move would almost consume all the spiritual energy in his body.

Fang Ping had no scruples with the energy provided by the sacred tree. When the chaos energy in his body was slightly insufficient, the sacred tree would shake slightly, and a leaf would fall off and turn into pure energy to replenish Fang Ping's body.

"Break it!" There is a strong person with strong strength. He withstood the burning of phoenix flames and withstood the thunder bombardment, and was breaking free from the suppression of the gravity field little by little.

Fang Ping said nothing when he saw this, his wings fluttered, and his body turned into a wisp of breeze and came directly in front of his opponent.

"Distracted!"

Fang Ping's eyes flashed, and the Nascent Soul powerhouse who was about to break free from the shackles of the gravity field instantly lost himself, and the energy he had finally gathered in his body quickly dissipated.

"Shocking thorn!"

Fang Ping's brows flickered with light, and three shocking thorns shot straight towards the opponent's soul.

A punch hit the opponent's body-protecting aura, and the space cracks appeared and easily tore open the opponent's defense. Feng Yanhuo took advantage of the void and spread to the opponent's body, even the opponent's soul and Yuanying were tainted with flames.

The severe pain caused the opponent to wake up, but before he could scream, Fang Ping's fingertips turned into golden light and cut off the opponent's head.

The blazing flames instantly turned this person into ashes, leaving not even a ray of soul or Yuanying energy behind, but all turned into the fuel of the phoenix flames, making the phoenix flames even more powerful.

With a casual wave of his hand, Feng Yanhuo fell on the next monk. Fang Ping used his old tricks again, using the Jingshen Thorn in conjunction with the distraction, and then Feng Yanhuo and Thunder blasted him, killing another person in a moment.

On the other side, Cai Die's wings vibrated, and the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator who was enveloped by the space cage began to be compressed involuntarily. Soon his protective aura shattered, and his whole person was crushed into a ball of flesh by the space controlled by Cai Die. The mud was then burned away by the phoenix flames.

Xiao Wu squatted on Fang Ping's shoulder, and its innate magical power blended with Fang Ping's anti-Five Element field. The Five Elements spells and magic weapons that hit Fang Ping from all directions were not directly resolved by the repulsion of the Five Elements between the two. It just weakens most of the power.

When they approached Fang Ping, they were protected by King Ming Xinyan and Yu Pan, so Fang Ping hardly had to worry about his opponent's attacks.

Facing the overwhelming attack from the monks who had reacted, Fang Ping seemed relaxed, but in fact he was under great pressure.

Whether it is attack or defense, each move requires a huge amount of energy to be supported.

And as more and more monks turned their attention to Fang Ping, no matter how strong Fang Ping was, he would not be able to withstand the attacks of such a large number of monks.

Fang Ping was also aware of this. His body kept changing on the battlefield, and he also had a golden sword in his hand, slashing at the opponent's protective aura.

At the same time, when the monks in the distance attacked Fang Ping, they didn't care whether there would be accidental injuries.

"Bang bang...boom..."

The area where Fang Ping was just now was instantly covered by dozens of attacks from various spells and magic weapons.

The two monks who were controlled by the gravity field and resisted Feng Yanhuo were directly overwhelmed by various attacks.

But Fang Ping appeared next to two other monks who were about to escape the control of the gravity field.

"Whoosh...boom..."

Another terrifying attack fell from the sky, and even two spiritual treasures were mixed in.

Fang Ping subconsciously wanted to tear open the space to avoid it, but he found that the space around his body was several times stronger than usual, and he was caught off guard and failed to avoid it.

Under the blessing of a faint spatial fluctuation, the space around Fang Ping seemed to be sealed.

Just a delay of such a moment, the overwhelming attack poured down and covered Fang Ping.

Fortunately, Fang Ping reacted quickly, urging the sacred tree to provide energy to fully activate the jade plate and heart flame for protection, and at the same time activated the power of the magnetic field that repelled spiritual energy to the maximum.

In this way, Fang Ping's energy consumption was simply astronomical. Even if the leaves of the sacred tree fell one by one, it was still unable to support Fang Ping's consumption.

Fortunately, Fang Ping made a full effort and joined forces with the colorful butterfly to activate the rules of space to the extreme. In the end, he was able to open up a new space and hide in it.

Fang Ping, who was hiding in the space, quickly left the center of the crowd's attack. While urging the sacred tree to absorb chaotic energy from the chaotic void to replenish consumption, Fang Ping's eyes looked through the barriers of the space and looked at the top of the huge deep pit that was blasted out by the joint attack of the crowd.

It was a treasure that looked like a green willow leaf, like a leaf, but also like a spiritual treasure, emitting a faint spatial fluctuation.

"Space spiritual treasure, I didn't expect that there was a space spiritual treasure among these people."