An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping had never seen what the Water Source Star Marrow looked like, and he had never even heard of it before entering the cave.

While he was wondering, Xiao Wu had already swallowed the Water Source Star Marrow into his stomach.

Then it rushed into the hall without saying hello to Fang Ping, and headed for another hall not far away.

As a result, it didn't run far before it ran back.

It turned out that because this was a deep sea, Xiao Wu's cultivation was low and he couldn't hold on for too long.

Fang Ping smiled, took the Water Source Star Marrow from Xiao Wu's mouth and looked at it for a while. He only felt the rich water attribute contained in it, and a soft but unfamiliar energy, but didn't find anything else different about this small ball of light.

After putting away the Water Source Star Marrow, Fang Ping didn't dare to give Xiao Wu a drop of water to let him run by himself.

"Don't worry, take your time!"

He quickly came to another hall with Xiao Wu in his arms. The layout of this hall was exactly the same as the previous one.

However, this time, the water source star marrow was above the main entrance of the hall, and Fang Ping took it away without even entering the door.

Seeing Xiao Wu turning around and preparing to go to the next hall, Fang Ping hurriedly said: "Xiao Wu, don't just focus on finding the water source star marrow. If you encounter other treasures, don't miss them."

Xiao Wu rolled his eyes at Fang Ping, and then urged Fang Ping to leave quickly.

Under Xiao Wu's guidance, Fang Ping quickly collected three more water source star marrows.

There are many halls here, but not every hall has star marrows.

With Xiao Wu's help, Fang Ping didn't have to go the wrong way.

During this period, he also met a few monks, but everyone was in a hurry and only focused on finding treasures, so there was no conflict, which made Fang Ping alert in vain.

Fang Ping and Xiao Wu pushed open the door of a hall again. The moment the door opened, a strange fragrance came.

Then Fang Ping found a black wooden sword hanging on the wall of the hall.

This strange fragrance came from here.

"Is this... the heart of a thousand-year-old spiritual peach wood?" Fang Ping took off the sword and recognized the material of the wooden sword at a glance.

"No, it has been under the sea for who knows how many years, and the peach wood has become fragrant!" Fang Ping showed a look of surprise, and his spiritual sense probed into the wooden sword, and his face became even more joyful:

"This is, a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

Fang Ping was overjoyed and quickly began to refine the wooden sword.

Suddenly, a spiritual sense swept over, and then an old man in a Taoist robe came to Fang Ping's side.

The old man came to Fang Ping and stared at the wooden sword in Fang Ping's hand: "My friend, this sword is destined to be with me, please name a price."

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows: "There are treasures everywhere here, why are you wasting each other's time here, senior?"

"There are indeed many treasures here, my friend might as well give up this treasure, so that you can continue to hunt for treasures!"

Looking at the undisguised greed in the other's eyes, Fang Ping was very annoyed.

He didn't hate the other party coveting his wooden sword, but because there were a lot of treasures waiting for him to collect at this time, but this old man stopped him here.

"One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!" Fang Ping said calmly.

"Young friend doesn't seem to be sincere!" The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly and said maliciously: "It seems that young friend is a little ignorant of the times and can't distinguish the importance."

"Get out!" Fang Ping was angry: "Old thing, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."

Fang Ping didn't want to waste time with this old man at all.

"Since young friend is unwilling to give up, then I can only take it myself!" The old monk sneered, suddenly waved his hand, and threw a black iron nail towards Fang Ping's front door.

As soon as the iron nail left his hand, it turned into a slender black dragon and pounced towards Fang Ping.

"Poison Dragon Nail!"

Fang Ping frowned. This poisonous dragon nail was made by collecting the venom of many highly poisonous monsters. It is a notoriously poisonous spiritual weapon in the world of immortal cultivation.

Once injured by it, the poison in it will continue to corrode the spiritual energy of the cultivator's meridians. If it cannot be treated for a long time, the poison may even enter the Dantian spiritual root and completely corrode the spiritual root.

"My friend is quite knowledgeable. If you know what's good for you, hand over the wooden sword obediently. How about you and I say goodbye and go find treasure separately?"

Fang Ping snorted coldly and said, "Since you can use the poisonous dragon nail, I think you are not a good thing. Then I kill you and it can be regarded as removing a harm from the world of immortal cultivation!"

Fang Ping's mind moved, and a pair of shells emitting azure light appeared behind him to protect him.

He flipped his hand and held the six-sided brass mace in his hand. Facing the poisonous dragon nail, Fang Ping did not retreat but advanced. The brass mace flashed with rich lightning, making the brass mace look like a glowing thunder dragon.

Enduring the fishy smell emitted from the poisonous dragon nail, the brass mace reached the poisonous dragon nail and collided heavily with the black dragon transformed by the poisonous dragon nail.

"Sizzle"

Thunder flashed, facing the extremely strong and yang power of thunder, the evil spirit weapon like the poisonous dragon nail was naturally at a disadvantage.

"Damn it, you are actually a thunder-attributed spiritual root!" The old monk's face changed drastically when he saw this.

He was originally an evil cultivator, otherwise he would not have refined such a vicious spirit weapon as the poisonous dragon nail, and would not have wasted treasure hunting time to rob Fang Ping's treasure.

Cultivators like him are most afraid of the extremely strong and yang thunder method.

"Are you afraid now?"

Fang Ping sneered, and a thunder was released from the brass mace, directly knocking the poisonous dragon nail to the ground.

The poisonous dragon nail made a whine and emitted a puff of black smoke, and its spirituality was greatly reduced, almost turning into scrap iron.

Fang Ping changed the seal in his hand again, and pointed the brass mace at the old monk,

"Boom"

Another thunderbolt appeared above the old monk's head. This thunderbolt, which was close to the power of the Four Nine Thunder Tribulations, struck down towards the old monk's heavenly spirit.

Seeing this, he didn't even think about resisting. He didn't even bother to take away the Poisonous Dragon Nail, but turned around and ran away.

How could Fang Ping let him escape so easily? He waved his hand to summon the thunder again. While chasing him, he changed his seals and formed a thunder net to cover the old monk.

A gray spiritual light shone on the old monk's body, trying to resist the thunder, but he didn't know that these attacks were just feints by Fang Ping.

Fang Ping stepped on the flying sword, and the wind and thunder wings behind his back shook. His body was extremely fast, and he caught up with the old monk in an instant.

"My little friend, it's all a misunderstanding!" The old monk quickly begged for mercy.

If he knew that Fang Ping was a monk with the thunder attribute, he would definitely not dare to provoke Fang Ping.

"If you have to come here and waste my treasure hunting time, go to hell!"

Fang Ping waved his hand, and several thunder nets appeared, directly surrounding the old monk.

A stone tower appeared above the old monk's head, and a stream of spiritual light fell down, making the old monk unable to move.

As the old monk wailed and begged for mercy, Fang Ping did not use any spiritual weapon, but directly punched the old monk in the chest.

"puff"

Fang Ping punched the old monk, sending him flying several feet.

After landing, the old monk wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but found a strong burning sensation in his chest. m.qqxs9.com

He looked down and was shocked to find wisps of flames burning rapidly on his body.

"What kind of fire is this? It can actually burn in the deep sea?" The old monk struggled hard, trying his best but unable to suppress the flames burning his body.

What responded to him was the flames that burned more fiercely. In just a moment, the old monk was directly burned to ashes by Nanming Fengyan, leaving no bones.

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