An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Ye Chang used his last bit of strength to punch a bamboo staff magic weapon and sent it flying. The dim dragon scales on his body also disappeared.

He was now extremely weak and at the end of his rope. He had almost no strength to fight again.

"Ye Chang, considering your extraordinary talent and the difficulty of practicing, I will retreat now and spare your life."

"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no worries about firewood. Ye Chang, retreat. You have tried your best and lived up to Fang Ping."

"You still have a long way to go in the future. You should not die here."

Some people could not bear to watch the generation of genius Ye Chang die, and took the initiative to send a message to Ye Chang to persuade him to leave.

Ye Chang turned a deaf ear to it. Not only did he not retreat, but he stood up with all his strength. Although he was in a mess, he had an unyielding and resolute intention.

The saint stood beside Ye Chang very weakly. She was covered in blood and her face was pale. She was also unable to fight again.

Ye Chang did not look back at her, but just stared at the many monks in front of him and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm a burden to you!"

"Just don't chase me away!" The saint smiled slightly, delicate and sad, but gentle and strong.

"Because I know you won't leave!" Ye Chang smiled bitterly, and lightning began to appear between his eyebrows.

"No matter what, I will accompany you." The saint still smiled, her handprints flew, and her body began to glow with blue light.

Seeing this, some disciples from the Immortal Sect were horrified: "Saint, stop it!"

On the other side, the green bull, covered in blood, with flesh torn and white bones visible in several places, stood up and let out a miserable roar: "Moo, you forced me to do this, all of you go to hell, purple air coming from the east!"

Instantly, thick purple air rose from the east, and soon dyed the sky and the earth purple. A green bull walked out of the purple air in the east. On his back, there was an old man sitting diagonally on the back of the green bull. He held a scroll in one hand and a whisk in the other. His face was blurred and his true appearance could not be seen clearly.

"Fuck, I'm going to use my ultimate move too. You dogs, enjoy the wrath of the Golden Crow."

Prince Jinwu was also angry and spit out the golden elixir. The golden elixir exploded as soon as it left the body and turned into a burning golden crow.

The little white tiger looked equally miserable at this time, with a long sword piercing his chest from his spine inserted into his body.

But it stood beside Zuo Chunqiu, who had already fallen unconscious, and did not retreat.

"Ah"

He roared to the sky, shouting: "You are all fighting desperately, right? Who wouldn't be the same? White Tiger Fighting Spirit, come out!"

"Ah"

Another roar, a white tiger with wings on its back flew out of the body of the little white tiger.

They all used their best tricks, and once used, they would inevitably suffer serious backlash, and even lose their lives.

But at this moment, they all used them without hesitation.

As the terrifying power appeared, any of the desperate killing moves that could make the Yuanying old monster avoid it appeared, the faces of the surrounding cultivators changed drastically, and many of them turned around and ran away.

They have already used desperate means. If you provoke them again, it's not that you don't have enough brains, but that you are tired of living and want to die.

They knew very well that this move was indeed extremely powerful, but the price was also very high. As long as they temporarily avoided the sharp edge, they would not have to do anything in a moment, and Ye Chang and the others would not be able to hold on.

"Are these guys crazy? Why are they so stubborn?"

"Is it really worth it for you to do this for a mere Fang Ping?"

"Is Fang Ping really that charming?"

The Holy Son stared at Ye Chang and the Holy Girl with a sullen face. Ye Chang had already used his best tricks. After today, Ye Chang might die on the spot.

But he was not happy at all, and even a little angry.

He really couldn't figure out where he was inferior to Ye Chang, and why the Holy Girl would rather accompany Ye Chang to die than return to her side.

Could it be that I, the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect, really can't compare to this Ye Chang?

A thunder talisman emerged from Ye Chang's eyebrows, and thunder roared all over the sky. In the scene that seemed like the end of the world, Ye Chang's body still stood straight, like an immortal monument for thousands of years.

Seeing Ye Chang trying his best for Fang Ping, even burning his blood and risking his life, the Saint suddenly felt ashamed.

Soon this feeling disappeared, replaced by a kind of relief after watching his enemy fall.

However, just as he was quietly waiting for Ye Chang and his friends' vitality to reach the end.

The whole space seemed to tremble slightly, and then an inexplicably powerful and unignorable rule appeared out of thin air and then flashed by.

At the moment this rule appeared, time seemed to stop, and then the various methods used by Ye Chang, the Saint, and the Golden Crow Prince seemed to be immobilized by this mysterious rule.

At this moment, not only the Saint and other monks, but also Ye Chang and his friends were stunned.

Because not only were the methods they used imprisoned, but even the blood and blood they burned to perform their moves stopped.

Without the energy support provided by burning blood and blood, the methods they used naturally could not continue, and thus returned to their respective bodies.

"What's going on?"

"What happened just now?"

"I feel like the rules of the secret realm are playing tricks on me."

Although their desperate moves were forcibly suppressed, Ye Chang and his companions suffered heavy losses of vitality due to the burning of their blood essence, and they all fell to the ground.

"Damn it, how could this happen?" Prince Jinwu was furious. If they couldn't use the final move or die in the battle, then they would be killed by these mobs at will.

"Hahaha, I thought you were so awesome, but it turns out it's nothing more than that."

"It seems God's will is this."

"Use whatever other tricks you have, and I'll see who can save you."

Many monks laughed loudly, jeered, and turned around to kill Ye Chang and the others again.

Now Ye Chang and the others really have no power to fight back. They were seriously injured and they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers.

A large number of magic weapons and spells were thrown at the monks again, and the chaotic and intensive attacks enveloped them all, launching indiscriminate attacks.

Meng Qi ignored these attack methods. He crawled to the unconscious Hong Luan and held her tightly in his arms with a smile, hoping to block her opponent's attack for the last time.

"Damn it, am I going to die now?" Zhang Ren sat cross-legged and cursed Fang Ping through his soul mark.

He has decided that before the attack approaches, he will kill himself and send his cultivation and insights back into Fang Ping's body. He will never die so easily and waste his life's cultivation in vain.