An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Let's go!"

In fact, Fang Ping didn't need to remind them at all, Meng Qi and others had already rushed out at the first moment.

Fang Ping stayed at the end and waited for Meng Qi and others to leave. Then he put away the stone tablet and rushed out at the moment when the hole was about to close.

As soon as Fang Ping came out, he immediately saw Meng Qi and others shining with light, holding weapons and forming a formation to confront several black-robed demon cultivators in front of them.

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to break through the formation." The leading black-robed demon cultivator said in a gloomy tone.

"Your Excellency's methods are so cruel that you actually used such a large formation to kill innocent cultivators. No wonder you demon cultivators are like rats crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats you."

Meng Qi's words were full of murderous intent.

"Haha, you surrounded and killed this person for your own selfishness, causing so many innocent cultivators to die tragically. Are your methods much cleaner than ours?" The black-robed cultivator asked indifferently.

Meng Qi paused and argued: "You are just making up a story. If you fight openly, even if we all die, we won't have any complaints."

"Okay, if that's the case, I will give you a chance to fight head-on, and let me see what methods the disciples of the Immortal Sect have."

As he said this, he waved his hand, and the black-clothed men beside him each had black aura rising, and their auras rose steadily.

Fang Ping's spiritual sense swept through and immediately found the clues. He quickly sent a message to Meng Qi and others: "Don't attack by force. Look at their positions, they seem to be arranged according to a certain formation."

"Brother Chen, don't panic. We are disciples of the Immortal Sect. How can we be afraid of him?"

Fang Ping shook his head and explained: "If we only talk about combat power, we are not afraid, but the piece of dry bones in the center of the formation where they are located is not an ordinary thing."

Meng Qi asked doubtfully: "Is there any problem?"

"If I am not wrong, the dry bones in the center of the formation must be the core monster that supports the operation of the Immortal Killing Formation, and it has extraordinary power.

And that formation may be the key to extracting the magic energy from the monster and inputting it into the Immortal Killing Formation."

Meng Qi is not a fool. Fang Ping's suggestion made him understand.

After they left the formation, the formation no longer needed to continue to inject magic energy.

And these people are still standing on the formation. Obviously, they want to use the formation and the monster to perform some secret method.

And it is very likely that they absorb the energy of the monster through the formation to improve their strength.

"Yes, with the means of the demon cultivators, with the energy provided by the demons, their combat power may increase several times, and they may even be fearless of life and death."

"Isn't that like turning a living person into a puppet?"

"That's probably the reason."

In fact, Fang Ping was just guessing based on the inheritance left by Yuan Sheng.

"What should I do then?" Meng Qi was not afraid. On the contrary, as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he had his own pride. Even if Fang Ping reminded him, he was not afraid.

But there were several junior brothers and sisters around him. If they really fought, it would be hard to say whether these junior brothers and sisters would live or die.

"They just used the formation to trap and kill me, so I will use the formation to kill them now."

Fang Ping smiled confidently, suddenly showed his wings, and at the same time stepped on the flying sword and flew rapidly around several demon cultivators.

When he landed beside Meng Qi again, the stone tablet had appeared in his hand again.

"Set up a formation?" The black-robed monk was dismissive when he saw this: "With the finger bone of the Demon Lord here, even if you have supernatural powers, you can't escape death."

"The finger bone of the Demon Lord?" Fang Ping thought: "It sounds like it is more precious than the blood of the Heavenly Demon. I wonder what effect it will have if I absorb the finger bone of the Demon Lord?"

Fang Ping glanced at the finger bone of the Demon Lord again, and secretly took it as his own in his heart.

"Five Elements Killing Formation, start!"

Fang Ping's mind moved, and suddenly a turbid light lit up, covering them and the demon cultivators.

He once again used the Five Elements Killing Formation that Zhang Ping had comprehended from the stone tablet.

"A trivial trick, the magic sword, cut!"

Several black-robed monks moved together, each pinching their hand gestures, and then condensed a black magic sword above their heads, slashing towards Fang Ping and the others.

Fang Ping was about to block it, but Meng Qi took the lead and flew into the air to meet the magic sword: "You control the formation, I will protect you."

"Thank you very much, Brother Meng!"

"Don't worry, as long as I am not dead, I will never let you get hurt."

Meng Qi laughed. As a disciple of the Immortal Sect that all the cultivators in the world envy, his performance in the Immortal Killing Formation was too aggrieved.

Now that he finally has the opportunity to show his skills, he will definitely not hold back.

He took out a five-colored long sword and collided with the black magic sword head-on.

"Puff"

The moment Meng Qi touched the magic sword, he immediately felt a burst of fishy smell coming, and at the same time, bursts of sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which seemed to be confusing, rang in his ears. At the same time, his blood was surging, and his mind was shaken, as if he could go crazy at any time.

And he was worthy of being a disciple of the Immortal Sect. He bit his tongue hard, silently chanted the meditation mantra in his heart, and soon suppressed all the negative emotions and influences, and began to concentrate on dealing with the magic sword.

As the two were in a stalemate, the power of the magic sword was rapidly consumed.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth and persisted, and his whole body was like a ball of five-colored light, fighting against the magic sword.

The demon cultivator in the distance was not in a hurry to change his tactics. He also wanted to test Meng Qi's strength. He just chanted with many demon cultivators, controlling the demon energy in the demon lord's finger bones to replenish the magic sword.

Fang Ping was also not idle. In this cave of the soul with abundant five elements of spiritual energy, the five elements formation was naturally the most suitable.

He took out a large number of high-quality spiritual stones from the storage ring and slapped them on the stone tablet, and at the same time attracted the five elements of spiritual energy around the stone tablet. Soon, fog began to rise in the formation.

Under Fang Ping's intentional control, Meng Qi and the others were each left with marks that could protect them from the influence of the fog.

As for those demon cultivators, they did not care about the fog at first, especially after discovering that the fog could not only block the line of sight, but also block the divine consciousness. They just thought that Fang Ping used this fog formation to block the line of sight and intended to attack.

However, when the fog gradually became thicker, they found that the fog actually had the corrosiveness of the strong.

Not only did it corrode the protective aura on their bodies, but also their magic power, and even the magic energy they input into the magic sword could be corroded.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you are really surprising me more and more."

Meng Qi, panting, swung his sword to break the magic sword into pieces. While swallowing the elixir to recover, he praised Fang Ping.

"Brother Meng is also amazing. Just now, Brother Meng blocked the magic sword with just his cultivation. He is much stronger than me."

Fang Ping was not being modest on purpose. The power of the magic sword just now was far beyond the limit that a cultivator in the foundation-building stage could exert.

Even if it could not reach the power of the golden elixir, it was almost the limit that could be achieved under the suppression of the Yuanshen Cave Mansion.

Even if he had a magic root, he really didn't dare to take it hard like Meng Qi did without a weapon at hand.

Meng Qi wanted to be more modest, but suddenly found that more than ten soul nails with magic energy were coming towards them.

He didn't dare to neglect it. He once again offered the cracked Buddha bone to release golden light to block Fang Ping and others.

At the same time, the seals in his hands changed, the five-colored long sword danced, and more than ten five-colored sword lights were also used to meet the soul nail.