An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The soul space was filled with a large amount of ownerless soul energy because the long sword and the round bead consumed each other.

Because the speed of these energies generated was much faster than the speed of dissipation, even if Fang Ping used all his strength to operate the Heaven Stealing Technique, he could not completely absorb them, causing his soul space to be expanded by these soul energies.

That is, Fang Ping's soul repeatedly changed with the help of the wooden toad, causing the soul space to be abnormally stable, far exceeding the same level.

Otherwise, it might have been blown up by this powerful soul energy.

But even so, Fang Ping's soul space has become two or three times larger than before, as if it was on the verge of collapse at any time.

At this time, Fang Ping's brows were shining with divine light, and streams of pure soul energy continued to dissipate from his brows.

Seeing this, the young master also realized that his plan to use the round bead to sneak attack Fang Ping should have failed, otherwise Fang Ping's soul should have been shattered long ago.

"You actually have a soul treasure. You are definitely not a casual cultivator."

The young master was in despair. The treasures of this casual cultivator in front of him were more numerous and stronger than the trump cards of the young master of the Blood Sword Demon Sect.

Fang Ping felt as if his head was about to explode from the inside at any time, and he had no intention of responding to the other party.

All he wanted in his heart was to quickly solve the trouble of the young master, and then retreat to resolve the soul crisis. Otherwise, he might cause the soul space to explode because of the excessive soul energy, and the soul would be lost in the boundless sea of ​​consciousness.

"Die!"

Fang Ping roared with difficulty, pinched the sword formula with his hand, and withdrew a dragon composed entirely of soul energy from his forehead.

As soon as the dragon appeared, it pounced on the young master.

"How is it possible? Why is it a dragon soul?"

The young master was shocked, and the divine light flashed between his eyebrows. In that shining divine light, Music could see a treasure mirror appear in his soul.

The mirror glowed with divine light, and a ray of light shot out from it. Fang Ping's soul dragon was directly refined and disappeared just as it came to the opponent's door.

"It's just a trick, it's not worth mentioning in front of my mirror."

Fang Ping was not surprised but happy when the soul dragon was broken.

He was troubled by the fact that there was too much energy in his soul space, and he didn't expect that the young master actually had a mirror that could break his soul attack.

"The young master is worthy of being the beloved son of the master of a sect, and he really didn't let me down."

Fang Ping was powerless to speak, but after sending a voice message to the other party, the Heaven Stealing Art was fully activated, and the soul energy that had not been refined after swallowing the dragon soul was directly transformed into dragon souls carrying dragon power and released towards the young master.

Fang Ping's hands moved in unison, and soul dragons appeared one after another. They made silent dragon roars and were led out of the soul by Fang Ping regardless of consumption.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

The dragons were constantly defeated by the treasure mirror, but they still rushed over non-stop.

Fang Ping was in great pain now. The pain of his soul being about to burst and his soul attack being broken made Fang Ping feel like dying.

The young master was also in pain. The power of the Falling God Mirror was indeed powerful, but as a soul attack and defense magic weapon that even the Jindan ancestors rarely saw, if he wanted to use it, it would consume a lot of energy.

The two of them inexplicably entered the continuous consumption stage again. Fang Ping continued to use soul attacks, and the young master used the treasure mirror to continuously break Fang Ping's attacks.

Then both of them were now shaky, bleeding from all seven orifices, as if they could fall to the ground at any time.

The difference between the two was that Fang Ping's soul attack seemed to be endless and inexhaustible.

And the young master's activation of the magic weapon consumed a lot of his soul, and he needed to constantly take pills and natural treasures to replenish it.

In this case, this treasure mirror seemed to have become a burden to him.

But if he gave up the mirror, it was very likely that Fang Ping's soul attack would shatter his soul in the next moment.

After all, the soul battle for so long made him realize that Fang Ping's soul cultivation was far superior to his.

Moreover, Fang Ping's soul dragons were too frequent, and he was exhausted just by defeating the soul, and he couldn't attack at all.

Gradually, the young master's soul was about to be exhausted, his eyes were blurred, and he was on the verge of running out of oil.

"Stop, I admit defeat, I will agree to whatever you want." The young master finally couldn't hold on, and this time he really admitted defeat.

Fang Ping ignored it at all. As the soul dragons shot out, the feeling of the soul leaking out crazily made him feel comfortable all over, and he was not as happy as when he practiced dual cultivation with Master Luo Yun.

Thinking of dual cultivation, Fang Ping cursed himself in his heart, and quickly brought the heart knot into the soul, and at the same time operated the dual cultivation method, so that the heart knot also helped to absorb the soul energy.

In this way, Fang Ping felt more comfortable. The sudden pleasure after this intense pain made Fang Ping feel that Juxia Feixian was just like this.

"Puff"

The young master was finally exhausted of the last bit of energy by the treasure mirror. Even the treasure mirror was dim, and its own power had been exhausted.

At the same time, another soul dragon flew over with a burst of dragon roar.

Without the obstruction of the treasure mirror, the dragon restriction rushed into the young master's forehead. The treasure mirror simply blocked it and did not consume too much power of the dragon. The dragon broke through the defense and rushed into the young master's soul.

"Ka"

The young master only felt a huge shock in his soul, and then a severe pain came. A crack appeared in the origin of his soul under the impact of the dragon.

"Ka" Another dragon rushed in, and there was another crack.

Feeling that the young sect master's soul was exhausted and had no strength to resist, Fang Ping even wanted to use the Heaven-stealing Art to send some soul energy to the other party, so that he could continue to activate the treasure mirror to fight against his soul.

This idea had just appeared, and before I had time to think about the pros and cons of this action, a sudden change occurred on the young sect master's side.

After the young sect leader's soul was continuously wounded, the blood flag suddenly flickered with light and a fishy smell came out. Fang Ping was shocked, thinking that the young sect master was trying to pull something off again.

Just as Fang Ping was about to use his thunder technique, he suddenly received a message from the blood flag.

"Are you the three blood demons among the blood banners?"

Then three blood demons emerged from the blood flags and sent their spiritual thoughts towards Fang Ping.

"Are you all monks who were forcibly refined into blood flags by him? You still have to be tortured and tamed by him on weekdays..."

These blood demons have been tortured by the young sect master and the blood banner for too long, and their thoughts are weak and they cannot communicate clearly at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the young sect leader's soul was injured and his consciousness was blurred, they wouldn't even be able to come out of the blood flag.

After a confusing exchange, Fang Ping finally understood the other party's intention: "You want to drag his soul into the blood banner and make him suffer the pain of being turned into a blood demon?"

"Okay, if you have any last words, you can tell me. I will help you get rid of it when it is done. But with the thunder from the sky, you will disappear completely."

To be on the safe side, Fang Ping stayed away and hid his figure.

The three-headed blood demons rushed directly into the soul of the young sect master, biting and torturing it, and then dragged the soul of the young sect master into the blood banner, and merged the soul of the young sect master with the blood banner, turning it into one of the blood banners. Brand new Blood Demon.

"Bold, who dares to kill my son... Hey, this is a blood flag, bastards, you mere blood demons dare to bite the master, stop it..."

"Father, save me, save me..."

The soul of the young sect master was completely integrated with the three-headed blood demon. Even if the mark of the master of the Blood Sword Demon Sect was triggered, because they were forcibly fused together, he could only watch the source of the soul of the young sect leader wailing in pain and begging for mercy. was eroded and polluted by the blood demon, and gradually transformed into a brand new blood demon.

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