An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Jiang Zhenhuan was at a loss for words. Compared to the viciousness of the Soul Searching Technique, this bloody nail was really not worth mentioning.

After the hit missed, the puppet's arm shook, and a small magic weapon was thrown out of the arm.

The blood nails were originally captured by Fang Ping after he killed the Tiansha Sect monk. However, because it was not easy to refine the blood nails, he only got one from the monk. After using it, there was no follow-up.

However, another puppet raised his hand and threw a dark magic weapon towards Jiang Zhenhuan.

It's just that I don't know if Fang Ping is not proficient enough in controlling the puppet. When the magic weapon was thrown at Jiang Zhenhuan, the accuracy was not enough and it was slightly crooked.

But after learning the lesson of blood nails, Jiang Zhenhuan did not dare to neglect and quickly turned sideways to avoid it.

At the same time, he waved his hand and shot out a spiritual light, trying to stop the magic weapon halfway.

The spiritual light took action, and the useless magic weapon suddenly exploded.

"boom"

A loud noise was particularly harsh in the empty hall, and at the same time, a huge impact appeared and rushed towards Jiang Zhenhuan.

Jiang Zhenhuan was stunned again. He didn't know what kind of magic weapon it was and why it exploded with just a touch. www.x33xs.com

And after this thing explodes, it doesn't cause any damage, it just generates a huge force that is only aimed at him.

However, in order to prevent fraud, he still mobilized his spiritual power to protect himself and formed a spiritual wall in front of him to block this huge force.

Then his body was pushed back by this huge force.

He didn't think it at first, but he quickly realized it, and then his expression changed drastically: "Uncle Shi, save me."

Fang Ping sneered and said, "It's too late to react now."

Fang Ping's thoughts moved slightly, and the puppet threw another ball in front of Jiang Zhenhuan.

This time, there was no need for Jiang Zhenhuan's spiritual power to be triggered at all. The ball exploded on its own when it came to Jiang Zhenhuan's side.

"boom"

After a loud noise, another huge force appeared, pushing Jiang Zhenhuan behind him while adjusting the angle slightly.

This time, Jiang Zhenhuan aimed at the two foundation-building puppets not far behind him.

Jiang Zhenhuan was in a hurry. While resisting the two huge forces, he plunged the spear into the ground, trying to stop his body from retreating.

But it only blocked it for a moment, and his body retreated again.

The monk surnamed Han raised his eyebrows. He clearly didn't feel any danger, but Jiang Zhenhuan was so frightened.

"Trash, what's there to be afraid of?"

As he said this, his hands were not idle. He waved his hand and threw out a rope, trying to bring Jiang Zhenhuan back.

But how could Fang Ping let him have his way? As soon as the rope flew out, Fang Ping controlled one of the puppets to jump up, directly blocking the rope, and letting the rope tie the puppet up.

At the same time, another puppet threw a magic weapon again, causing Jiang Zhenhuan to retreat faster.

"Bold!" The monk surnamed Han threw another small shield. The small shield rose in the wind, trying to stop Jiang Zhenhuan's retreat.

As a result, Xiaodun was knocked away by the puppet controlled by Fang Ping.

After such a delay, it was obviously too late for the monk surnamed Han to save Jiang Zhenhuan.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stabilize his figure. Seeing that he was about to enter the attack range of the two foundation-building puppets, Jiang Zhenhuan finally screamed.

Brother Han Xin also saw that things were not as simple as he thought, otherwise Jiang Zhenhuan wouldn't be so scared, and Fang Ping wouldn't stop him constantly.

"Is there something wrong with the puppet guarding the gate?"

As soon as this thought arose in his mind, Jiang Zhenhuan had already entered the attack range of the two foundation-building puppets.

In the face of the intruder, they were naturally merciless, each fired a spiritual light and directly knocked Jiang Zhenhuan away.

"Kakakaka...bang"

Fang Ping heard that Jiang Zhenhuan was beaten to multiple fractures, and then his body hit the hard mountain wall hard and bounced twice on the ground before he stopped moving.

"Is he dead now?"

Seeing that Jiang Zhenhuan was motionless, Fang Ping scanned the other party with his consciousness, only to find that although Jiang Zhenhuan was not dead yet, he had multiple fractures all over his body and half of his head was collapsed.

The protective magical robe on his body was in tatters, and thick blood was spitting out from his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Fang Ping sighed, Jiang Zhenhuan, an ordinary genius with three spiritual roots, was still much worse than Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan was also attacked by puppets, but his injuries were not particularly serious. He recovered quickly and was able to join forces with Fang Ping and others to fight back.

"You bastard, you dare to play dirty tricks in front of me, you deserve to die."

The monk surnamed Han shouted angrily. He originally wanted to have his own raiding formation so that Jiang Zhenhuan could practice his skills and accumulate some experience in fighting against the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhenhuan would end up like this.

Just facing the two puppets controlled by Fang Ping almost cost him his life.

Although there is a reason why Fang Ping is strong and sinister enough.

But the more reason is actually that Jiang Zhenhuan is too stupid.

He flicked a magic elixir with his fingers and dropped it into Jiang Zhenhuan's mouth, helping him breathe a sigh of relief. Then he ignored it and pulled out a long knife and slashed at Fang Ping.

Fang Ping just wanted to mobilize his spiritual power on the Yellow Dragon Spear to fight the opponent.

But the next moment, the Huanglong Spear was taken back by him, and there were many Fangtian Painted Halberds in his hands.

Under the influence of spiritual power, blazing flames covered the spear and moved towards the opponent's sword.

Because he felt that the long sword in the opponent's hand was extremely powerful, and it was most likely a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Although his Yellow Dragon Spear and Fang Tian's Painted Halberd are both top-quality magical weapons, in order to allow Zhang Jiuyin to quickly have a handy spiritual weapon after entering the Foundation Establishment, when refining Fang Tian's Painted Halberd, he used The refining materials are all extraordinary, even better than some ordinary spiritual weapon materials.

Therefore, after suspecting that the long sword was most likely a spiritual weapon, Fang Ping did not dare to use the Huanglong Spear to hit the stone with an egg.

"bite"

The long knife and the long halberd intersected, making a crisp sound. A large amount of spiritual energy was dispersed by the huge force of the two people. It fell off from the long knife and the long halberd and turned into little sparks flying in the air. It was beautiful and beautiful.

The monk surnamed Han did not achieve any merit in one blow, but there was a tiny gap in his long sword.

His surprised eyes fell on Fang Ping's Fang Tian Painted Halberd:

"Hey, boy, your Fang Tian Painted Halberd is pretty good. It's actually made of spiritual energy. It seems to be made of better materials than my long sword."

Fang Ping ignored the other party and checked Fang Tian's painted halberd. After finding that there was nothing abnormal, he felt reassured.

It is indeed a weapon of the Tiansha Sect's super genius. It is indeed strong enough to withstand a strike from the spiritual weapon.

Although he took advantage of the Falling Spirit Secret Realm, the spiritual weapon of the monk surnamed Han was unable to exert its power at all.

When the two first faced each other head-on, it was almost like competing with each other on the strength of materials and refining methods.

Along the way, he was invincible in the secret realm. Even if the simplest and crudest move failed, the monk surnamed Han did not lose his footing.

He mobilized the spiritual power in his body to focus on the broadsword with his hand, and slashed out towards Fang Ping through the air.

"roar"

A tiger roar came, and a white tiger phantom flew out from the sword and rushed towards Fang Ping.

This white tiger not only has a solid figure, but also has a divine light in its eyes, which is vivid and spiritual, as if a monster is right in front of you.

. You provide the master Yijie with a gentle and ordinary path to immortality.