An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Bang"

The two men's brows collided heavily, and a strong black divine light flashed from Fang Ping's brows.

There was also a divine light flashing from Ao Yuanrang's brows, but his bluish-white divine light was far inferior to the light from Fang Ping's brows in terms of power, effect and quality.

Seeing this scene, Meng Qi also frowned slightly. Although Ao Yuanrang was only a disciple of a second-rate sect like the Five Elements Sect.

But to be honest, Ao Yuanrang was not as good as many so-called genius cultivators from first-rate sects in terms of talent, character and strength.

However, even such a person was not as good as Chen Huaijing in terms of soul cultivation.

Judging from the divine light pressure that flashed by just now, it seemed that his soul cultivation was a little worse than his.

Thinking of this, Meng Qi suddenly smiled helplessly.

He was a disciple of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. Whether in terms of talent or cultivation strength, he should be the undisputed leader among his peers in this world.

However, when facing this Chen Huaijing now, he actually felt ashamed of himself.

Compared with Meng Qi, Ao Yuanrang was not in the mood to sigh at the power of Fang Ping's soul.

Because at the moment when their foreheads collided, Ao Yuanrang saw a black dragon with a treasure mirror on its head rushing into his soul space.

"Dragon-shaped soul? How is this possible?" Ao Yuanrang exclaimed.

Fang Ping ignored it. He pinched the seal and activated the Heaven Stealing Technique to control the black dragon and the treasure mirror to rush straight into Ao Yuanrang's soul.

This treasure mirror looks ordinary, but it is actually a genuine magic weapon.

It was the trophy after Fang Ping killed the young master of the Blood Sword Demon Sect on Cishan Island.

Along with the treasure mirror, there was also a magic blood sword. Because the foundation-building period cultivator consumes too much when activating the magic weapon, Fang Ping has not used it since he got the blood sword.

In order to quickly deal with Ao Yuanrang today, he directly used the treasure mirror.

At Fang Ping's urging, the magic mirror flew out from the top of the black dragon's head, hung high in Ao Yuanrang's soul space, and then shot a ray of red divine light towards Ao Yuanrang's soul.

Ao Yuanrang's soul, enveloped by the magic mirror's light, suddenly felt as if another mountain was suppressing it, and his soul could not move.

Before he could be shocked, he felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if it was corroded by a poison.

It turned out that this red divine light could corrode the soul.

This feeling of the soul being corroded bit by bit, and the soul energy that he had cultivated hard was slowly dissipating due to the corrosion of the magic mirror, was painful to the soul, just like the pain of countless ants biting.

Fang Ping did not give him too much time to let him enjoy this feeling. After using the magic mirror to fix Ao Yuanrang's soul, the black dragon rushed into Ao Yuanrang's soul without hesitation and disappeared.

He thought his soul would be dispersed by the black dragon, but the black dragon unexpectedly entered Ao Yuanrang's soul and disappeared, but he himself did not feel anything unusual.

"What's going on?" Ao Yuanrang was puzzled, but the next moment, he saw three black dragons appear again.

"What do you want to do?" Ao Yuanrang roared.

Fang Ping did not respond and controlled three black dragons to rush into Ao Yuanrang's soul again. Then there were three more, and then three more.

A total of ten black dragons entered Ao Yuanrang's soul, not only did they not disperse Ao Yuanrang's soul, but they made Ao Yuanrang feel that his dissipated soul was replenished, and even his soul was slightly improved.

It was as if Fang Ping was helping him improve his soul cultivation.

It's a long story, but all this actually happened in a short moment.

After doing all this, Fang Ping took back the mirror and took the spear from Ao Yuanrang's hand while Ao Yuanrang was still not reacting. He then reached out and took off the storage ring on Ao Yuanrang's finger and the two storage bags on his waist, and then kicked him away.

"What did you do to me?" Ao Yuanrang didn't care about the five-color spear and storage equipment being taken away. He only cared about what Fang Ping did to his soul.

Fang Ping smiled and said, "Your death was caused by your own inability to resist the evil spirits and became a demon. It has nothing to do with others."

After that, Fang Ping stopped talking nonsense. After snapping his fingers, Ao Yuanrang, who was puzzled, suddenly had black air lingering between his eyebrows, and then thick black fog gushed out of his seven orifices.

At the same time, the black fog around Ao Yuanrang rushed into Ao Yuanrang's body as if summoned.

And Ao Yuanrang just watched all this as if he was in a daze, and did not take any countermeasures.

"This is..." Meng Qi looked at the situation in front of him and immediately understood Fang Ping's plan.

"It's not just a coincidence that he can obtain the inheritance of Yuansheng. At this time, he can even think of this step." Meng Qi sighed sincerely.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"Ao Yuanrang is also a first-class genius. He must have life-saving means arranged by the Five Elements Sect's strong men, and it is even possible that he has the soul seal of a strong man.

Then Chen Huaijing did not kill him directly, but only used means to make Ao Yuanrang possessed by the devil. In this way, even if the strong mark on Ao Yuanrang's body is activated, Ao Yuanrang's death can only be attributed to the devil cultivator."

Meng Qi's junior brothers and sisters nodded when they heard this, and their evaluation of Chen Huaijing in their hearts was not only a few points higher.

"Remember, there are always people who are better than you. This Chen Huaijing is not only blessed with great fortune and powerful, but also meticulous. He already has many means and trump cards. Now he has obtained the inheritance of Yuansheng. It is best not to offend him in the future."

Meng Qi warned his junior brothers and sisters.

"Brother, you think too highly of him." Someone said dissatisfiedly: "Even if he has more means, can he be better than you and our Xianzong?"

Meng Qi shook his head and admonished: "Arrogant and conceited, don't think that you can look down on the heroes of the world by joining the Xianzong.

With the strength and ability he has shown, at least in my opinion, I seem to be slightly inferior."

"Brother is right."

"If possible, make a good relationship with him. It may be good for us in the future."

As Meng Qi said, Fang Ping did not kill Ao Yuanrang immediately because of this.

After several lessons, Fang Ping also knew that the genius disciples of the major sects were not to be killed casually.

After the demonic energy entered his body, Ao Yuanrang gradually became a demonized monk.

He stared with ferocious eyes, bare-handed, and rushed directly into the crowd who were fighting hard with the demonized monks, entangled another genius disciple from a first-class sect, and after a fierce attack, the other party was in danger several times and was almost killed on the spot by Ao Yuanrang.

Seeing this, Fang Ping flashed to the other party's side, pinched the hand seal, pulled out a string of black dragons from his forehead and shot into the other party's forehead.

Soon, this man followed Ao Yuanrang's footsteps and became a demonized monk.

"Since you have also become a demon, your storage bag should be useless."

Fang Ping took away the other party's storage bag and then used the same method on the few remaining monks one by one, making these monks become demonized monks one after another.

Not long after, only a few people from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect who were protected by the Buddha's bones were left in the field.