An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After moving to the new location, Qi Yunzong naturally posted hero posts widely and held a banquet to invite the heads of all the sects in Wangzhou to the banquet, both to announce his official arrival and to show off his strength.

As for the invitation's words about being new here, please communicate more, take care of each other, and support each other, etc., they were just casual remarks.

With the current strength of the Wangzhou Immortal Cultivation World, any one of Qiyun Sect's seven peaks and eight halls can sweep them away.

The Qiyun Sect is now in a state of ruins, and the disciples of the Seven Peaks and Eight Halls are in high spirits, carrying out large-scale construction projects, and rebuilding the sect in full swing.

Everyone is naturally extremely satisfied with this new location, which is larger and more spiritual than the original Qiyun Sect.

In particular, the disciples of the Beast Garden were the most happy because Fang Ping deliberately opened the passage to introduce the unique demon power of the earth demon world, allowing the Beast Garden, which had always been half-dead, to see the hope of rising.

After staying in the new station for a while and seeing that Qi Yun Sect was basically on the right track and leaving behind a batch of pass tokens for entering and exiting the space formation, Fang Ping left with Luo Yun.

Fang Ping was not good at managing the sect, and he didn't bother to pay attention to some matters related to the sect's reconstruction. At this time, there was no need for him to stay here.

But Ye Changzheng, who was far away in Zhongzhou, was under tremendous pressure alone and needed help.

The road from Wangzhou to Zhongzhou was also not very peaceful. When passing through a state where demonic chaos had just broken out, the two received an invitation from the local sect to participate in a battle with demonic cultivators.

This is a decisive battle. The strength of both good and evil is balanced, and the fight is even more brutal.

Various magic weapons and spiritual weapons were flying all over the sky, and the sky was covered with dense mahjong spells one after another.

In the midst of the fighting, there were endless curses and screams accompanied by the roar of spells and magic weapons, which made people feel creepy and numb.

The monks fell from the sky one after another, and a large part of them had their storage bags snatched away by their opponents before they even hit the ground. The unlucky corpses would also be exploded conveniently.

Magical weapons and spiritual weapons exploded to pieces, and at the same time, some monks self-destructed in the face of certain death.

The monks on both sides are constantly reducing their numbers, and the blood of the monks is falling like raindrops from the sky. Unfortunately, the flowers, plants and trees below are not blessed to enjoy this rare opportunity, because the aftermath of the battle has long left no grass growing on the battlefield.

Finally, the demon cultivator could not help but activate the large formation first, and under the control of a group of demon cultivators, seven large formations in a row came towards the righteous monk camp to suppress it.

The monks from the righteous camp were naturally not to be outdone and also controlled the formation to face the enemy.

In a time of life and death, the formation prepared by both sides is naturally extraordinary. Although the monks are all extraordinary in strength, when facing the formation, personal strength is no longer that important.

Fang Ping and Luo Yun teamed up to pretend to be struggling and entangled the three demon cultivators. While fighting, they watched the battle, which was far more tragic than imagined.

Suddenly, demonic energy surged around them, and three huge demon gods with a height of eight feet and ferocious faces appeared.

Although these demon gods were only transformed by demon cultivators using large formations, they all have the combat power of the mid-to-late golden elixir.

"roar"

A demon god looked up to the sky and roared, and smashed the huge mace in his hand towards the ground.

"Dong dong..."

Every time the mace hit, a piece of the fighting monks from both sides would turn into a puddle of flesh.

Even a golden elixir cultivator couldn't withstand the demon god's mace. He was beaten until he vomited blood and flew backwards. Then he was beaten to pieces by two demon cultivators who were chasing after him. Before the two demon cultivators could be happy, the wolf The tooth stick had already appeared above their heads, blasting the two golden elixir demon cultivators directly.

By coincidence, this demon came towards the direction where Fang Ping and the others were.

"It's coming towards us." Su Qiu said in shock.

"You hold these demon cultivators while I deal with the demon god."

Fang Ping gave up on the opponent in front of him, and the wind and thunder wings behind him shook, and the power of wind rules appeared. The next moment, Fang Ping was standing on top of the demon god holding the thunder bamboo.

"Thunder in the sky"

Fang Ping performed the Thunder Technique with his hand, and nearly a hundred dense thunders of forty-nine power suddenly rained down from the sky.

Most of these thunderbolts were attracted by the thunder bamboo held high in Fang Ping's hand and converged towards Fang Ping.

The remaining half of the thunderbolt landed accurately on the demon cultivator under Fang Ping's precise control.

"boom"

There was another roar, and the dozens of thunders attracted by Fang Ping turned into a terrifying lightning under the control of Fang Ping's thunder rules, and was hit by Fang Ping on the top of the demon god's head.

Thunder is the nemesis of evil spirits. After the demon god ate this thunderbolt, the demon god had no power to resist. Half of its body was directly destroyed by the thunder. The remaining demonic energy could not support the existence of the demon god at all and turned into a black smoke. dissipate.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, but the appearance of the Demon God still attracted the attention of many people. Many people saw the scene of Fang Ping easily destroying the Demon God.

Fang Ping's divine martial arts naturally attracted cheers.

Fang Ping, who was in high spirits, did not stop, and once again dodged and rushed towards the second demon god.

Before he could get close, Fang Ping cracked the thunder gun with his left hand, and the thunder bamboo in his right hand simultaneously erupted with dazzling lightning. The two thunderbolts blasted towards the demon god's head with unstoppable power.

The demon was furious and raised his mace to scatter the thunder.

However, the thunder suddenly disappeared when it was still several feet away from it. The mace swung down from the devil's hand was empty, and the terrifying force directly beat the several monks who were fighting fiercely in front of him into pulp.

"Boom boom" two thunderbolts appeared again, directly hitting the huge head of the demon god, and the demon god's head disappeared.

Under the control of the formation, the demon god's head condensed again, and at the same time, Fang Ping's Thunder Gun also inserted into the demon god's body.

At this time, Fang Ping was like a thunder god, bathing in thunder. The Thunder Gun spit out thunder talismans that exploded in the demon god's body, directly blasting the demon god into a ball of black smoke and dissipating.

"Well done!"

There were cheers again, but Fang Ping ignored them. This kind of full-strength battle gave him a rare sense of pleasure.

There was still one demon god left. Fang Ping put away the thunder bamboo and rushed forward again with the Thunder Gun in his hand. The demon god was extremely powerful and had just smashed a magic weapon used by a Jindan cultivator with a mace.

Although Fang Ping was not afraid, he did not want to fight the demon god in close combat. He activated the wind system rules, and his body floated in the air like a fallen leaf, but his speed was so fast that the clumsy demon god could not catch his trace at all.

He stabbed out with his spear, and his body was still a distance away from the demon god, but after each stab, the spear could actually cross several feet of space and pick out a cloud of black smoke on the demon god.

Continuously activating various rules also consumed Fang Ping greatly. If it was an ordinary cultivator activating the rules like this, he would have drained himself long ago.

Fang Ping was naturally not an ordinary person. The Devouring Heavenly True Magic Strategy was running wildly, quickly absorbing the chaotic demonic energy and spiritual energy around him and turning it into his own energy, supporting Fang Ping to use various means to fight the enemy at will.