An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Prince Jinwu is very powerful and is considered to be the top among the cultivators in the Jindan realm. There are not many cultivators in the entire secret realm who can fight against Prince Jinwu.

The cultivators who can force out his Jinwu fire are probably only a few of the strongest ones.

Fang Ping and his companions looked around and found that there were quite a few cultivators who arrived earlier than them.

It is not known whether these people were close or lucky.

In front, in the center of the cultivators, there is indeed a mysterious restriction.

What surprised Fang Ping was that since the wooden toad passed the information to Fang Ping a few days ago, the wooden toad has not moved.

Even though he has now come to the restriction where the secret treasure is located, the wooden toad still has no abnormality.

"It's Su Wanren, why is he fighting with Prince Jinwu?" Ye Chang recognized the cultivator who was fighting with Prince Jinwu not far from the secret treasure restriction.

It was a young man, holding a long sword with a cold glow in his hand, and covered with ice armor. Facing the Golden Crow's true fire, he could fight back and forth with the Golden Crow.

Fang Ping looked at the monks around him. Although they were standing in different directions with the mysterious restriction as the center, if you look closely, you can find that these people are roughly divided into camps.

"Could it be that the Golden Crow took the initiative to challenge the other party?" Fang Ping guessed.

The Golden Crow was a warmonger. In addition to collecting the divine mulberry fire, his other purpose in entering the secret realm was naturally to challenge various masters.

As a result, he was suppressed by Fang Ping some time ago, and then trapped in the magic array. Now he finally met the heroes of all parties again. With his temperament, he must find someone to practice.

According to Ye Chang's introduction, Su Wanren is also very strong. He is a genius with a single ice spirit root. He usually acts low-key, has a high talent for cultivation, and is hardworking enough. Moreover, he was born in a big force and is one of the three candidate saints of the Immortal Sect.

On weekdays, he and the Holy Son were close but distant, and he did not surrender to him, nor did he show tit-for-tat. It seemed that apart from cultivation, he was not interested in anything at all.

Of course, when facing Ye Chang, he had the same attitude, and was one of the few truly neutral people among the young geniuses of the Immortal Sect.

Before, Ye Chang felt that the other party was quite powerful, even not weaker than the current Holy Son. When he saw him today, it really confirmed what he thought in his heart.

It was found that although the battle between the two looked dangerous, there was no murderous intent between their moves. I think it should be more of a mutual exchange.

In addition to the battle between the two, there were three other battles that were equally fierce, and their excitement was no less than that of the Golden Crow Prince and Su Wanren.

One was between a demon and a young genius from a first-class sect.

Compared with the Golden Crow Prince, the battles between these two from the hostile camps seemed to have a bit more murderous intent.

They attacked fiercely, using almost all their strength in every move, and using various magics and magic weapons in a variety of ways. Every time they attacked, they were almost all aiming to kill the other party.

These two people were very strong and could definitely rank among the top echelons of all cultivators. Fang Ping took a few glances and felt that unless one of them suddenly broke out a stronger trump card, otherwise, it would be hard to tell who would win for a while.

In the other two battles, one of Fang Ping's old friends Song Wujie and Qingniu was fighting against three cultivators who looked a little old and seemed to be from a righteous force.

Unlike the other two battles, Song Wujie and his team fought with fewer people and completely dominated the situation, suppressing the three old guys.

It was just that because there were so many people here, or perhaps because they were afraid of the forces behind the other party, Song Wujie and Qingniu could have killed several times, but they just held back.

As for the last battlefield, a cultivator who looked like a casual cultivator faced a demon.

This battle was also eye-catching, because it was another life-and-death game where both sides wanted to kill each other.

"Ah!"

Feeling Zuo Chunqiu's aura, the white tiger ran over and rubbed against Zuo Chunqiu.

"What's going on? Why did it become like this?" Zuo Chunqiu asked the white tiger.

"The rookie was just idle and had to find someone to compete with. The other person was too lazy to pay attention to it, but it still didn't give in." The little white tiger complained casually while enjoying Zuo Chunqiu's massage.

"What about Song Wujie and the others?" Fang Ping asked.

"They met their enemies. It seems that the descendants of the three old guys coveted Song Wujie's opportunity, but were killed by Song Wujie. These three old guys are here to seek revenge on Song Wujie."

"Real revenge or fake revenge?" Ye Chang asked with a sneer.

"Who knows? That's what the old guy said anyway. But I think they seem a little weak and are no match for Song Wujie and his team.

If they weren't afraid of their age and there are still a few strong guys among the younger generation, I guess those three old guys would have been killed long ago."

What Xiao Baihu said was still a bit conservative. These three old guys not only have strong younger generations, but also several Yuanying-stage strongmen.

If it weren't for this reason, Song Wujie would have killed them long ago.

As for the other two battles, Fang Ping and his team were too lazy to pay attention to them, because no matter what the other party's identity was, no matter the outcome of the battle, it would not affect them at all.

"Is the secret treasure in that restriction?" Zuo Chunqiu asked the doubts in the hearts of several people: "Can't so many Tianjiao strongmen open it?"

Little White Tiger turned over comfortably, and Zuo Chunqiu wisely changed his position to massage him.

After these days of contact with Zuo Chunqiu, Little White Tiger became more and more satisfied with the master chosen by his ancestor.

But Zuo Chunqiu felt very unhappy. Looking at the little white tiger's appearance, he didn't know who was the master and who was the mount.

"It can't be opened. The restriction is too strong and extremely complicated. Dozens of monks worked together to crack it but failed. Instead, they were injured by the restriction."

"Is it so evil?" Meng Qi glanced at the restriction again curiously.

"The more evil it is, the stronger the treasure inside is."

"Where is Ming Ke Mozi? Where is he now?" Fang Ping asked.

"We are almost there. Many monks have already rushed over to rush him, but this guy is taking his time and is extremely cautious. He just walks forward bit by bit according to the map."

Fang Ping asked: "So everyone has given up on cracking the ban and is only waiting for Mingke Mozi and Taiyuan to come before making any plans?"

The secret treasure is right in front of them, but none of these people have cracked the ban. Everyone is either fighting or watching the fun, but no one has tried to crack the ban.

"They wanted to break the ban, but everyone who tried before was injured without exception, and no one after that tried."