An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The young master was already confused. In such a strange and tense environment, he saw Zhang Da, who was missing an arm and covered in blood and had a hideous face, rushing towards him. He subconsciously thought that Zhang Da had betrayed him, and without thinking, he directly urged the blood flag to cover Zhang Da.

"Huh"

The blood-colored light with a strong bloody smell enveloped Zhang Da, and Zhang Da's body could not help but stiffen.

The blood flag also smashed towards Zhang Da's head. Zhang Da's face changed drastically, and his spiritual energy burst out, and he dodged sideways.

At the same time, he still did not stop. Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, he had a resolute look on his face, and the blood sword flew out of his hand and shot towards the young master's face.

"Asshole..."

The young master was even angrier, and the power of the blood flag could not help but become stronger.

"Puff"

The blood flag hit Zhang Da, and Zhang Da's protective spiritual light only lasted for a moment before it exploded.

The moment the blood flag came into contact with Zhang Da's body, a stream of blood and flesh essence was sucked into the blood flag.

At the same time, Zhang Da's body became visibly old and shriveled.

"Swoosh"

The blood sword flew out of the air, and the young master easily avoided it. He even felt that Zhang Da's sword was not accurate. If he hadn't dodged, the blood sword would not have been able to pierce him at all.

It was as if Zhang Da's target was not him, but behind him...

"Behind?"

The young master suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a strong sense of crisis instantly spread throughout his body.

He didn't even have time to turn his head to look, and hurriedly retracted the blood flag, took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Da's body that was almost skin and bones, and was shriveled like an old man, and threw it behind him.

"Puff"

Almost at the same time he threw Zhang Da out, there was indeed a muffled sound of a sharp weapon splitting his body, and the fluctuation of a spiritual weapon breaking through the air.

He shook the blood flag here, and circles of invisible ripples spread out, pushing away the surrounding fog, revealing the situation behind him.

Chen Huaijing appeared from the mist, with a small shield on his head and a black brick-shaped spiritual weapon flying around his body.

In front of him, a black sword with a strange fragrance was returning from Zhang Da's body that was split in two.

"Young Sect Master... Run..." Zhang Da, who was cut in half, did not mean to blame. He used all his strength, but in the end he could not say a complete sentence.

"Zhang Da..." The young sect master's eyes were full of bloodshot. He knew that he had wronged Zhang Da, and he regretted that he had just let his loyal comrade, who was also his only comrade who could fight side by side with him, help him block the opponent's sword.

Fang Ping stood there leisurely, looking at the young sect master with a calm expression: "He asked you to run fast, he thought you were not my opponent."

"Go to hell!" The young sect master was almost crazy. Several of his trusted subordinates were killed or injured, and now the murderer dared to ridicule and despise him.

The murderer was right in front of him, so he naturally wanted to tear Chen Huaijing into pieces to relieve his hatred.

"No, I want you to live. I want to refine your soul into the blood flag and turn you into a blood demon. I will drive you and torture you, and you will never be reborn in this life."

"Oh? So, you still raise a blood demon in your blood flag?" Fang Ping looked serious, but his words were playful: "If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have remembered to guard against this trick of yours."

"Ah, I'm so angry... Tun Tun, swallow his blood, flesh and essence for me..."

The young master was extremely angry, and he pinched a hand gesture. The blood flag shot out a strange breath and instantly locked Fang Ping.

Then three blood demons with human heads and insect bodies, blood-red bodies, twisted and bloated facial features, and looked disgusting and ugly, opened their huge mouths, made strange noises that disturbed people, and rushed towards Fang Ping.

After releasing the three-headed blood demon, the young master did not stop. He thrust the blood flag into the ground fiercely, and a series of strange auras emanated, protecting him while also rippling towards Fang Ping.

Before the ripples came close, Fang Ping began to feel his blood vessels bulging, his meridians stiffening, his blood and energy in chaos, and he seemed to be out of control.

"Go!"

The young master roared again, and actually spit out a blood sword. The blood sword was silent, without even a trace of light or breath, and shot towards Fang Ping's eyebrows at a speed that made it almost impossible for people to react.

"Magic weapon!"

Fang Ping was shocked. He wanted to compete with the young master and test his strength.

But the moment he saw the magic weapon, all of Fang Ping's thoughts disappeared. Without a word of nonsense, he turned around and ran.

"Stop!" The young master would never let Fang Ping succeed. He raised the blood flag and rushed into the thick fog. Relying on the blood flag's lock, he chased in the direction of Fang Ping's escape.

While running, Fang Ping cursed. The leader of the Blood Sword Demon Sect was too much. He actually gave his son a magic weapon, the Blood Sword, for self-defense. How could he let others fight him?

With the Blood Sword as his treasure and six loyal followers in the late stage of foundation building, it was no wonder that the young leader dared to go deep into Zhangzhou before the war.

While running, Fang Ping also calculated the distance between himself and the young leader, always keeping himself at a distance where the young leader could sense him, so that he could use the Blood Sword magic weapon to attack him, and he could dodge.

After all, the young leader was only at the ninth level of foundation building. It was impossible for him to use magic weapons to attack for a long time.

At the same time, he had to control the blood flag to resist the erosion of the fog. Even if he was the young leader of the Blood Sword Sect, he could not withstand such intense consumption.

Fang Ping's delaying tactics worked well, and the young master could always sense that Fang Ping was not too far from him. However, every time he attacked, if he used magic or spiritual weapons, the power would be eroded by the fog and he could not cause any damage to Fang Ping.

Or he would be easily blocked by Fang Ping's wooden sword.

However, when he used the magic weapon blood sword to attack Fang Ping, Fang Ping suddenly accelerated and fled to the limit of his sensing range.

Because the fog eroded his spiritual energy and consciousness, and because of his own strength, he could not control the blood sword to penetrate the heavy fog and cause damage to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping's tactics were very successful, and soon the young master began to swallow pills to recover because of his lack of strength.

However, after he recovered, he seemed to realize this, and he just followed Fang Ping not too far away, and did not continue to use magic weapons to attack.

Fang Ping frowned, and even deliberately slowed down his pace to let the opponent get closer to him, but the opponent still did not continue to attack.

Not long after, the young master actually gave up Fang Ping, relying on the blood flag to clear the way, and rushed forward.

Fang Ping was stunned at first, and then he realized that this guy wanted to break the formation and escape?

If so, Fang Ping seemed to have no good way to stop him.

Seeing that the other party was about to reach the edge of the formation, Fang Ping was a little embarrassed. Whether he stepped forward to stop him or let him break the formation, the result would not be so good.

"Bang"

The magic weapon blood sword flew out and slashed heavily on the light curtain of the formation, causing the light curtain to shake violently.

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