An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Immersing his mind in this technique and trying to comprehend it, Fang Ping withdrew after only a moment.

Because this technique is too profound and cannot be comprehended in a short time.

Because it is different from other techniques, other techniques basically have special meridian circulation and breathing methods, and the more advanced ones may require the understanding of the rules involved in various methods.

But it is not like this. Just as its name suggests, it is called chaos, but in fact the technique itself is just a mass of chaos.

There is no immortal path for meridian circulation, no method to stimulate spiritual energy, and no tricks for breathing.

It only has a group of mysterious chaos rules. Any practice method and fighting skills need to be comprehended by oneself.

In the process of comprehension, all it needs to do is to provide various wonderful rules to help verify the strength of the comprehended method.

In other words, Fang Ping can comprehend the rules and create techniques at will.

As long as the created method can withstand the test of the rules of chaos, it is a method that can be used for cultivation.

After understanding the principle of the Chaos Creation Art, Fang Ping couldn't help but complain that it was not a method at all, but a treasure.

A treasure that verifies the strengths and weaknesses of various methods and finds the advantages and disadvantages of methods.

I thought that the word chaos was its characteristic, but I didn't expect that the word creation was its essence.

So after a short attempt, Fang Ping decisively gave up continuing to comprehend. Creating a method by yourself must require a long period of concentration and seclusion without being disturbed.

Now he doesn't know why, and he has no idea about the situation outside. Even though he is clear-headed now, he can easily control the soul, body and meridians.

But his consciousness can never break through the body.

It is precisely because of this that he simply retracted his consciousness and put his mind on the soul bead in the soul space.

"Where did this thing come from? Why is the shadow inside it so similar to Taiyuan's jade plate?"

"And the figure on the jade plate, how come this figure looks so similar to when Taiyuan was driving the jade plate?"

"No way, could this guy really be Taiyuan?"

He knew that Taiyuan was a spirit of the weapon. After careful observation, he felt that the soul bead seemed to be an ownerless spirit of the weapon.

After a little hesitation, Fang Ping finally made a decision and put his consciousness into the soul bead.

As a result, he did not find anything abnormal. As his consciousness continued to move forward in the chaos, he soon came into contact with the shadow of the jade plate and the outline of the human figure.

The next moment, Fang Ping's consciousness was instantly attracted into it.

The incident happened suddenly. Fang Ping was about to cut off his consciousness, but found that his consciousness was attracted, but there was no danger. Instead, it was more like the feeling when he refined the magic weapon and spiritual treasure before.

Fang Ping became more and more suspicious that the guy in front of him seemed to be the spirit of the jade plate.

He made up his mind. It was just a little spiritual consciousness. Even if some of it was lost, it could be refined again soon. Since you need it, I will give it to you.

Fang Ping not only mobilized a large number of spiritual souls into it, but also took the initiative to separate a wisp of spiritual souls and imprint it in it.

As more and more spiritual consciousness and spiritual energy were injected, the soul bead began to emit stronger and stronger divine light.

The jade plate and the human-shaped imprint in the soul bead became clearer and clearer.

Until the end, the soul bead was completely refined, and then Fang Ping's heart rose with enlightenment. It turned out that it was really the spirit of the jade plate, but I didn't know why it appeared here.

"Since you are the spirit, where did Taiyuan go?"

"Did Taiyuan find a suitable host to take over, so he gave up the jade plate?"

"Or was Taiyuan killed by someone?"

Fang Ping was puzzled and simply ignored it. He could pick up a precious jade plate for nothing, so Fang Ping didn't bother to care about Taiyuan's fate.

His mind moved slightly, and he tried to communicate with the jade plate through the soul bead.

What he didn't know was that, while he was trying to refine the soul bead, his brows shone with light, and powerful auras emanated from them, forcing back Song Wujie and Qingniu, who were protecting him.

Now he was suspended in the air like an unconscious corpse, with a strong chaotic divine light emanating from his brows, and a powerful aura emanating from him. No one could get close to him within a few feet of his body.

In the distance, the jade plate beside Ming Ke Mozi shook violently. Apparently, it also sensed the changes in the spirit of the weapon, and tried to break free and fly to Fang Ping to reunite with the spirit of the weapon.

Such changes were naturally seen by everyone. After a little thought, they connected the chaotic golden bead with Taiyuan, and Fang Ping, who had been unconscious for a long time and suddenly had a strong divine light.

"Not good, this boy may have been possessed by Taiyuan."

"The jade plate moved strangely, it should be Taiyuan's attempt to summon the jade plate after successfully possessing the body."

"The Chaos Golden Orb is also in his body, I wonder if he has already refined the Chaos Golden Orb."

"Before he wakes up, everyone hurry up and act."

"Fellow Daoists, why don't you try your best? If you continue to hide your weaknesses, in a few more moments, you will not be able to get the Chaos Golden Orb, and I'm afraid you will all die at the hands of Taiyuan."

In fact, he didn't need to remind them at all, the cultivators from all walks of life had already taken action.

This time, they didn't attack casually like before, but really started to act seriously.

All of a sudden, all kinds of powerful magic weapons with fierce murderous aura almost overwhelmed Ye Chang and others.

"Puff"

Zuo Chunqiu's shell magic weapon was once again unable to support the spiritual energy, and the power no longer returned to Zuo Chunqiu's body. Zuo Chunqiu also spit out a large mouthful of blood, but did not hesitate to force the shell magic weapon to be sacrificed again.

Luo Yun's thirty-six water balls all exploded and turned into raindrop-like water droplets scattered all over the sky, trying to block the subsequent attacks, but unfortunately the effect was minimal.

Ye Chang held up the sky with his palm and supported the nine-layer lightning net, but it had almost no effect under the joint attack of so many people.

Meng Qi and Hong Luan gritted their teeth and persisted, and the five-color spiritual light that protected them was constantly broken and constantly forced to support.

The golden spear in the hand of the Golden Crow Prince waved, sweeping away all the secrets and magic weapons.

But there were still too many opponents. Its body was already covered with wounds, and the blood of the Golden Crow with golden flames kept dripping, but it had no time to pay attention.

The saint stood on the little white tiger. The light of the spiritual handkerchief had dimmed, but she sprayed a mouthful of blood to activate it again.

Song Wujie's situation was extremely miserable. He looked like a bloody man. He was completely wrapped in the wind wall, which exhausted himself and his spiritual energy and protected the almost dying Qingniu.