An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Anyone who dares to come close will die!"

Ye Chang was like a god of thunder. He smashed a person's head with his magic-breaking hammer. At the same time, his eyes flashed, and two bolts of thunder shot out, forcing back the person on the other side who was trying to break through the defense line.

At the same time, he himself didn't know who hit him in the back with a big seal.

Ye Chang didn't care at all, opened his mouth and spit out a killing sword, letting it wander among the dense crowd, harvesting a lot of life force.

Seeing this, Zuo Chunqiu didn't care about anything else. He slashed with his sword and knocked away several magic weapons that were hitting Ye Chang one after another. He, who was already exhausted, was also hit by several attacks, and his whole body was directly bombarded. Go a few feet into the ground.

The next moment, seventy-two huge stone balls flew out from the soil and were thrown towards the crowd by Zuo Chunqiu with gritted teeth.

Luo Yun has come to Fang Ping's side again. She controls the heavy water balls to condense and fly out again, helping herself and others to resist the opponent's attacks.

Compared with other people's protective methods, the heavy water polo is powerful, and any opponent's attack method is almost no match against the water polo.

It's just that no one noticed that there was a faint trace of blood in the water ball she condensed.

She was already spending her essence and blood to condense water balls to fight against powerful enemies.

"Moo"

Qingniu screamed weakly and said out of breath: "Let me go, I can still fight."

It struggled to stand up, but its hooves were unsteady and fell to the ground again.

"Damn it, you melee thing, how dare you do something cruel to this prince, you must die!"

An ice crystal spear pierced the chest of the Golden Crow Prince. It cursed angrily and spat out large golden flames, burning a group of monks in front of it and fleeing in panic.

Some monks who were unlucky screamed in agony.

In just a moment, Ye Chang and others were already injured, and everyone's injuries were extremely serious. For example, every time Ye Chang made a move, thick blood and visceral fragments spurted out of his mouth.

He was almost at the end of his strength and was unable to even activate the magic-breaking hammer. He could only hold on to the thunder spear that was already in tatters and seemed to be broken at any time.

The flames on the Golden Crow Prince's body were almost extinguished. It howled and threatened that if the opponent did not retreat, it would activate the mark of the ancestor of the Golden Crow clan.

"Ye Chang, let's end it here."

Suddenly, a tall and tall middle-aged man controlled a golden sword and stabbed Ye Chang in the throat.

The power of this golden sword is extraordinary. It exudes powerful sharpness and rich metallic power, and some of the surrounding attacks and spells are forced to be unable to get close.

Seeing the sword coming, Ye Chang was shocked and felt a strong sense of crisis, because he knew that in his current state, he could not resist the sword.

Not to mention resisting, he couldn't even dodge.

In other words, if he was stabbed by this sword, his head would be in a different place and his body would die.

But others are also powerless at this time, and they want to rescue but are powerless.

"Ye Chang, be careful!" The saint was shocked. She allowed herself to be enveloped by a large number of monks and various attack methods. She still waved her handkerchief and threw it out without hesitation, trying to help Ye Chang block the attack.

"Taking advantage of others' danger, you secretly attacked your fellow sect. Holy Son, the face of the Immortal Sect has been completely shamed by you!" the Holy Girl shouted angrily at the crowd.

She knew that this sword was secretly cast by the Holy Son, but the Holy Son was still concerned about his identity and knew how to change his appearance and aura to hide his identity.

His methods could be deceived by others, but he could not deceive the saint at all. The moment she saw the golden sword, the saint knew that it was the saint who had taken action.

However, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, as if he had not heard anything. Instead of stopping, he increased his strength, intent on killing Ye Chang.

"Holy Son, listen to me, if you dare to kill him, I will kill you!" The Saint shouted anxiously, warning the Holy Son in the most stern, firm and somewhat desperate tone.

The face of the Holy Son changed slightly, then became angry and determined, and the golden sword stabbing Ye Chang became more powerful.

"laugh"

Before the saint's spiritual treasure handkerchief could get close to the golden sword, it was directly knocked away by the powerful power contained in the golden sword.

Terrifying murderous intent enveloped Ye Chang, but Ye Chang was no longer able to resist.

Just as he was about to be killed by the golden sword, a dark sword suddenly appeared and knocked the golden sword away.

"Oh, do I have to take action in the end?"

Zhang Ren stood in front of Ye Chang with a wry smile on his face, and casually stuffed a bottle of elixir into Ye Chang's mouth, but the elixir contained a few things that looked like monks' golden elixirs.

"Zhang Ren Mozi, what are you doing?"

"Zhang Ren, do you know who Ye Chang is?"

"Hey Ye Chang, I didn't expect you to collude with the demon cultivator."

"Ye Chang is a strong man at the level of a Saint Son. He will be a great threat to our demon cultivators when he grows up in the future. Why did you save him?"

Zhang Ren's sudden move made both the good and evil monks present were stunned for a moment, and they all asked and scolded.

Zhang Ren didn't care, and while knocking off all kinds of attacks that still didn't stop, he said arrogantly: "You all, stop the fuck, give me a face, stop fighting."

"Oh shit, you guys dare to be cruel to me."

"Godfather, biological father, come out quickly. Have you seen these guys bullying me?"

Zhang Ren, who was high-spirited just now, suddenly became embarrassed, and like the Golden Crow Prince, he shouted to ask the Demon Lord Soul Seal to take action.

Huo Xiao shook his head and ducked to Luo Yun's side, waving his hand and injecting a drop of spiritual liquid into each person to help them restore their spiritual energy.

"That's enough. They have no strength left. You can grab the Chaos Gold Bead by yourselves. Why make things difficult for them?"

"Fuck, my words are so useless?"

Huo Xiao's words were just as intimidating as Zhang Ren's.

In addition to surprising both the righteous and evil cultivators, others did not take his high-sounding words to heart at all. They even thought they had met an idiot.

No matter what, the appearance of the two saved Ye Chang's life and gave them a moment of respite.

Then, another wave of more fierce attacks followed.

In the face of so many strong men besieging, even if they added two strong men of the demon level, it was just a drop in the bucket.

It was only a moment, and everyone was in danger again.

At this time, the Holy Son finally made a move again, still with the golden sword, still with the sharp golden attribute rules and sword energy, and the target was still Ye Chang.

"You bastard, you're sneaky."

"You're a little rat, but you're the son of the Immortal Sect. You're a disgrace."

"If you become the leader of the Immortal Sect, it will be a blessing for all the demonic cultivators."

As he spoke, Zhang Ren used up his last bit of strength to knock the golden sword away again.

At the same time, he kept calling Fang Ping through the soul mark.

He and Fang Ping were one body, and he didn't feel anything unusual, which meant that Fang Ping was not in danger now.

Fang Ping didn't wake up, which made Zhang Ren a little impatient: "Forget it, I'm tired, destroy it, what's the use even if you wake up now? Can I still expect you to kill all these guys?"