An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Under the dual pressure of the gravity field and the space blockade, the four people who were already exhausted wanted to break through the blockade and escape as easily as before.

Moreover, when Fang Ping just teleported to the four people, the ice crystal spirit treasure on his forehead burst into spiritual light again.

However, this time its goal was not to freeze all four people like last time, but to freeze the old man closest to him.

Poor old monk, before he could break through the gravity field and the space blockade, he was blocked by ice again, his body was stiff, his spiritual power was sluggish, and even a thick layer of frost formed on the surface of his Nascent Soul.

The old monk shouted: "Break it for me!"

He was anxious and angry, but more of it was fear.

He had personally experienced Fang Ping's methods before and knew how powerful Fang Ping was.

His current cultivation power was greatly reduced. Even though he spit out blood essence and forced his spiritual power to break through Fang Ping's blockade, his strength was not as good as his peak state. He could only watch the other three people being blocked by the golden sword slashed by Fang Ping, and he was unable to rescue them.

In front of him, the golden sword itself was getting closer and closer to his forehead.

"Want to kill me? Don't even think about it!"

The old monk was also a powerful late-stage Nascent Soul master. The cane in his hand turned into a dragon and coiled around him, completely protecting his body.

He pinched the seal and spit out three mouthfuls of blood essence, which made the spiritual power in his body surge instantly, and then a strong murderous intent filled the air.

"You will die too!"

The old monk's consciousness was surging, and he sent a crazy roar to Fang Ping.

In the last mouthful of blood essence he spit out, a copper coin with a flashing purple-gold light flew out of his mouth and pressed towards Fang Ping's forehead.

At the moment the copper coin appeared, Fang Ping felt his soul trembling slightly. It was obvious that this copper coin must be a treasure that could attack the soul.

"Is this your last resort?" Fang Ping's brows flashed with divine light, and a dragon-shaped soul flew out from his brows, and then swallowed the copper coin in the old man's unbelievable eyes, and then the copper coin and the dragon-shaped soul were in a stalemate.

They consumed each other and were in a stalemate. Whether it was the purple-gold divine light on the copper coin or the dragon-shaped soul body, they were constantly attenuating.

"This is impossible, how can you have the Yang God soul, this is absolutely impossible?"

The moment he saw the dragon-shaped soul, the old monk's despair became even stronger.

Because this copper coin is a Yang treasure that has been sacrificed by the Yang God soul of the great god.

Not only is it hidden deep in the soul to protect and nourish the soul on weekdays, but he would never sacrifice this copper coin to the enemy unless he encountered a life-and-death situation.

Because each time it is used, although the power of the Yang God in the copper coin can be used to severely damage the opponent's soul, the power of the copper coin itself will also be weakened.

He thought that this time he could still use the power of the copper coin to escape danger as before, and even kill Fang Ping, but Fang Ping actually possessed the Yang God soul at the mere Nascent Soul stage.

The last life-saving method at the bottom of the box is no longer effective. Not only is it ineffective, in this short moment, he even felt that Fang Ping's soul had begun to destroy the soul mark he left in the copper coin magic weapon.

This means that Fang Ping wanted to directly seize his copper coin magic treasure when he was fighting one against four.

Seizing someone's treasure in battle, and it is a magic treasure, this situation sounds like a fantasy.

"That's it?" The golden long sword chopped down, and Fang Ping's cold voice was the last voice the old man heard.

"Puff"

The sharp golden long sword was only stopped for a moment by the defensive magic weapon that Laozi used his last strength to support, and then it split the old man's skinny and withered body into two, and even the old man's Nascent Soul was directly locked and exploded by Fang Ping.

"Hu"

The spiritual body of a Nascent Soul cultivator was shattered, the Nascent Soul dissipated, and the extremely rich spiritual energy instantly dissipated to the surroundings, and at the original location of the old cultivator, a spiritual energy group was formed that slowly dissipated pure spiritual energy and a faint rule aura to the surroundings.

If this air group was not destroyed for a long time, and happened to be discovered and absorbed by a low-level cultivator or monster, it would be a great fortune for this person or monster.

Fang Ping naturally would not let this group of pure energy go to waste. He grabbed it in his hand with a casual grab, and the spiritual light flashed. This energy containing the old cultivator's Nascent Soul energy, life essence, and his spiritual power and rule aura that he had cultivated for many years was refined by Fang Ping into a milky white spiritual bead the size of a pigeon egg.

The spirit beads refined from the energy of the Nascent Soul cultivators are excellent choices for trading, swallowing, or using as medicine to make pills, or even feeding spirit beasts.

Zhuang Cheng and the other two found it hard to accept that the old man was killed in a crushing manner. They all stood there, staring at Fang Ping blankly.

"You guys are still not running. It seems that you all have a deep friendship."

Fang Ping took a deep breath, and the two green leaves on the branches of the divine tree in his body turned into pure energy and instantly replenished Fang Ping's exhausted body.

At the moment Fang Ping opened his mouth, the three people just realized that Fang Ping was in an empty state, which was the best time for them to attack Fang Ping.

Before they could react, Fang Ping's empty body instantly became vigorous, which made the three people who had just risen in their hearts instantly discouraged.

Zhuang Cheng and the other two had no idea what was going on. They didn't see Fang Ping using any external objects to recover, but his health was instantly full.

"What should we do?" The middle-aged monk looked at Zhuang Cheng and the old woman.

He had already thought of retreating.

The four of them fought against one person, but they were beaten without any chance of fighting back, and one of them was killed in the end.

Now there were only three of them left, so they were definitely no match.

At this time, not only did he want to escape, but Zhuang Cheng and the old woman also had the same idea.

They exchanged glances, and without any extra communication, the three of them turned around and fled in three directions.

In this situation where there was no chance of winning, they were completely suppressed by the opponent, and a teammate died, those who still wanted to fight to the death were completely mentally ill.

Obviously, these three people did not look like mentally ill people at all. The three of them cherished their lives very much, so it was natural for them to choose to escape.

Fang Ping had naturally expected such a moment. He did not rush to chase after him, but simply flashed to the side of the stone tablet. The rich and dense chaotic energy transformed into invisible spiritual power and injected into the stone tablet, making the formation more solid. The five elements mist in the formation also rolled and surged, and soon became several times denser than before.