An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The battle in the formation is still going on. Unexpectedly, both sides have remained restrained so far, and each has sent people to fight alone, which looks like a ring battle between the two sides.

However, both sides are very clear that the current situation should be just the calm before the storm. Maybe at any time, perhaps in the next moment, the melee between the two sides will directly break out.

"What's the matter?" Behind the demon cultivator camp, three demons sat cross-legged. Among them, the dark light emitted from the bronze mirror became stronger and stronger.

"It's almost there. If there are about ten more Jindan cultivators who die, the formation can be activated."

"Okay, then wait a moment, and then, let those so-called famous and righteous cultivators die without a burial place."

Just at this moment, a cultivator who was fighting was hit by the magic weapon of the demon cultivator and died on the spot.

After he fell, a strange black energy that no one could see rose from the fallen cultivator and was absorbed by the bronze mirror.

After absorbing this energy, the black light on the bronze mirror became stronger and stronger.

Since the two sides began to fight, no matter whether they were righteous or evil cultivators, the sunglasses would absorb energy from them after they fell.

This is why the evil cultivators seemed to have the upper hand, but never took action.

On the opposite side, the righteous cultivators were also making arrangements in secret. They also guessed that the evil cultivators must have a big move that they had not used. After discussion, they also began to arrange a powerful formation to deal with the next battle between the two sides.

Under the tacit understanding of both sides, the uninformed cultivators on both sides kept jumping out to fight one-on-one. They each exerted their strongest combat power, killing their opponents while also making their own reputations.

This kind of fight like fighting in a ring was really attractive at the beginning.

But after so many fights, Prince Jinwu got a little tired of watching them. He dozed off and chatted with the white tiger beside him:

"Little white cat, do you feel bored? These guys are really annoying. It's okay to be fussy, but why don't they send some masters to fight?"

The members of both sides who participated in the fight were naturally very strong. At least they were outstanding among all the cultivators in the Jindan realm.

Otherwise, they would not have survived until now.

But so far, there are indeed only a few cultivators with the strength of demons.

For this level of battle, Prince Jinwu naturally could not arouse his interest.

"Little white cat? I'm talking to you."

Prince Jinwu waited for a while, but still did not get a response from the white tiger. He turned his head in dissatisfaction, but found that the white tiger had been lying on the ground and snoring without knowing when.

"What a lazy cat! You fell asleep while others were fighting and bleeding."

Prince Jinwu did not bother Baihu. The battle in front of him was really boring. It would be better for him to have a good sleep.

He ordered the Jinwu guards to let them see the exciting battle, or remember to wake him up when the battle between the two sides started.

Finally, Prince Jinwu took out a jade bed from the storage ring and lay on the bed to sleep for a while.

The restraint of both sides in the field puzzled Fang Ping and others. They always felt that the performance of the cultivators on both sides was too abnormal.

Song Wujie took a few pills and was quickly recovering his cultivation and combat power.

He closed his eyes, but his heart was in turmoil.

In the previous battle, he witnessed the strength of Fang Ping and Luo Yun, and even Zuo Chunqiu's strength surprised him.

But now he saw the saint and Ye Chang, who was competing for the position of the son of the saint.

Needless to say, the saint was a person with a special physique cultivated by the immortal sect since childhood. Even if she was worse, she must be an existence that ordinary cultivators could not match.

There is also Meng Qi, who has the inheritance of Yuansheng and a treasure that is infinitely close to the innate spiritual treasure, and is a fellow practitioner of the five elements like Yuansheng back then.

Hongluan doesn't seem to be anything special, but as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, she is naturally not bad.

Not to mention that he actually sensed a mysterious and powerful blood aura in Hongluan through a secret method he mastered.

As for Ye Chang, a man of humble origin, but who was able to win the heart of the Saint Girl, compete with the contemporary Saint Son for the position of the Saint Son, and after several battles, made the Saint Son and the Elders' Council suffer. He was hunted by countless people in the secret realm but still appeared alive and kicking in front of himself and others.

Such a person, as long as he has a head, he will know how powerful he is.

In addition, the Jinwu Prince, who has a strange relationship with Fang Ping, although the number of people in front of him is small, each of them has a combat power that is not inferior to himself, or even far exceeds his own.

After seeing such a group, Song Wujie suddenly felt that if there were such a group of people around him to watch over each other, why would he have to live like a whack-a-mole all these years?

"If I can join them, maybe I will live a comfortable life in the future?"

The most important thing is that he felt the terrifying power of luck on these people.

Luck is something illusory, invisible and intangible, and only exists in legends. No one has ever been able to confirm its existence.

But Song Wujie is different. He once got a method to sense luck.

It is with the help of this method that he can constantly find places with strong luck when traveling around the world, turn danger into fortune, and then get adventures one after another, so that his strength continues to advance by leaps and bounds.

Even when he is surrounded and blocked by others, with the help of this method, he can always find a glimmer of hope.

After seeing so many young talents gathered together today, he secretly performed magic, and then he felt that his luck, which was called the son of luck by the world's cultivators, was completely suppressed by these people.

Even the luck of Zuo Chunqiu, who looked ordinary and seemed to be the weakest, could completely suppress him.

What the hell is this? I am the son of luck, but I can't beat any of them?

"So, should I follow them?"

Following these guys with strong luck, my achievements will definitely be higher than fighting alone.

But judging from their current identities, this process seems to be very difficult.

When Song Wujie was hesitant, the faces of several people who had been paying attention to the situation of the formation suddenly changed.

Because the good and evil sides in the formation suddenly began to change.

First, a dark light column suddenly rose from the back of the demon cultivators' camp. The light column directly penetrated the magic formation without any hindrance and rushed into the sky. In the end, no one knew where it led to.

Then, a magnificent and terrifying aura appeared for no reason.

At the moment this breath appeared, all the monks felt a palpitation inexplicably, and at the same time, they felt nauseous and disgusted, and naturally rejected this breath.

Just when everyone had not yet eliminated this strange feeling, a cold and majestic voice that made people feel like a god or demon who ignored the common people appeared in everyone's ears:

"Who is summoning me?"