An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Not far away, the number of demonized monks was increasing. Their eyes were red and their faces were ferocious and cruel.

They were covered with black mist, fearless and fearless, as if they had endless strength and could not feel any pain at all. They were just like a fighting machine. As long as they had a breath, they would do their best to kill the monk closest to them.

"Brother, stop fighting, don't do this." A young monk cried and begged the person in front of him who was attacking him with all his strength.

However, the other party seemed to be unable to hear him at all. He kept making seals in his hands and constantly attacked him with various magic weapons.

He had already been exhausted, and his own cultivation strength was not as good as the other party. He retreated step by step under the continuous attacks of his brother, and was in danger.

In this case, he naturally felt that the magic mist entering his body was constantly eroding his mind, but he could not stop it at all. He could only avoid the pursuit of his brother while allowing his soul to be demonized bit by bit.

Finally, when the senior brother was about to pierce his forehead with a sword and end his life, he could no longer resist the erosion of the demonic energy. A faint black demonic pattern began to appear on his face, and his eyes completely lost their luster and became blood red and indifferent.

The senior brother may have sensed that the other party had successfully transformed into a demon, and he stopped at the last moment.

"Junior brother, come with me to kill them all."

"Kill!"

After the two of them exchanged a brief conversation in hoarse voices, they immediately turned their blades and killed the others around them.

More and more cultivators finally couldn't resist the erosion of the demonic energy for various reasons, and were completely demonized by the demonic energy, turning into demons who only knew how to kill.

As one side gained and the other lost, the cultivators were finally defeated and fled for their lives.

However, the range of the formation was only this much, and they had no way to escape.

"Brother, save me!"

"Elder, help me, these people are crazy!"

"Master, find a way to break the formation quickly, if we don't leave now, we will follow in their footsteps."

More and more people got rid of the entanglement of the demonized monks and came to the place where Meng Qi, Ao Yuanrang and others were to seek shelter.

As more and more people gathered here, there were many monks whose souls had been eroded by the demonic energy and were on the verge of demonization.

Ao Yuanrang and others were in a panic, and they all killed the demonized monks who were chasing them, and then each took out a magic medicine to treat their fellow disciples.

"How about it, Qingming powder can dispel the demonic energy?"

"No, it can only be suppressed temporarily."

"My awakening spell is not very effective."

"The demonic evil enters the soul, unless there is a Taoist monk who takes action, it is difficult to expel it."

Everyone was in a panic for a while, and after discovering that the methods they mastered were useless against the monks who were eroded by the magic fog, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence for a while.

Seeing this, Ao Yuanrang took out some talismans and said, "This is the soul-suppressing talisman of our Five Elements Sect. Although it cannot drive away the evil spirits, it can temporarily seal the souls and prevent their injuries from getting worse."

"That's great. Thank you, Brother Ao."

Some monks who were helpless with the injuries of their own disciples hurriedly took the talismans and activated and sealed their disciples according to Ao Yuanrang's instructions.

At the same time, some people were scattered outside the crowd. If there were any monks with demons rushing over, they would decisively kill them directly.

The situation was temporarily under control, but no one present was happy.

Because they knew very well that the formation had just been activated not long ago, and it could have caused so many monks to be possessed.

If the formation continued to operate, more and more monks would be possessed by demons in the formation, and the demon fog would become thicker and thicker. It was not certain whether they could hold on.

Perhaps the appearance of these demon-possessed people in front of them would be their own fate in the near future.

"Brother, what should we do?" Someone asked Meng Qi.

Meng Qi frowned and said, "I wanted to come to Yuansheng Cave to look for opportunities, but I didn't expect to find such a dangerous situation instead of opportunities."

"Brother, you can't deal with the magic fog?"

"Although I have a treasure that can deal with the magic fog, if the formation is not broken, the problem cannot be solved."

As he said this, Meng Qi put away his spiritual weapon that had been eroded by the magic fog, and took out a treasure that was half the size of a palm and had a texture as smooth as a jade, emitting a faint golden light and activated it.

Suddenly, a soft golden light emanated, covering several people from Piaomiao Xianzong.

As soon as this golden light came out, the magic fog around them rolled back as if they saw a natural enemy.

For a while, there was no magic fog at the location where Meng Qi and others were.

Fang Ping saw this phenomenon completely. Even though he was separated by the formation, he felt that the golden light gave him a feeling of spring breeze, which was in sharp contrast to the gloomy and terrifying magic fog.

Its existence is like a touch of warm sunshine in the cold winter. Just looking at it makes people feel calm.

Not only Fang Ping, but also other people's eyes lit up when they saw it.

Some people even opened their mouths to speak, wanting to hide beside the other party, but after Meng Qi and others activated the golden light, they took a few steps back, obviously not wanting to share it with others, and had no intention of using the golden light to help others resist the magic fog.

Ao Yuanrang also opened his mouth several times, but in the end he didn't say what was in his heart.

After all, he didn't have much friendship with Meng Qi and others. If he and others rashly asked for it, the other party might think that he wanted to covet the other party's treasure.

Many of them could not help but feel resentful when they saw that Meng Qi had such a treasure but did not protect them.

However, Meng Qi and his people had extraordinary origins and were people they dared not offend. Even though they felt resentful, they could only endure it.

Not only them, but even the people outside the formation noticed it after Meng Qi took out this item:

"As expected of a genius from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, he actually has a Buddhist bone to protect him. It's rare, really rare."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ping and Ao Yuan made them understand that the treasure Meng Qi took out was not a spiritual jade, but a piece of Buddha bone.

Hearing that it was Buddha bone, someone exclaimed: "It's Buddha bone. It is said that only Buddhist practitioners above the Jindan stage can condense their Buddhist teachings on a certain bone of their body when they pass away, so that they can have Buddha nature and can last for a thousand years."

The people outside the formation laughed at the other party's words and said: "What a pity, although this Buddha bone has not experienced a thousand years, it has been used many times. It lacks Buddha nature and power. Relying on it to resist the power of the formation is just to let you live a little longer."

Meng Qi's expression did not change, and he said loudly to the void: "Who are you? Why did you trap and kill us?"

The man said with a bit of contempt: "It's all because you are too useless. So many people couldn't kill the guy who got the inheritance, and we had to do it ourselves in the end."