The Path to Becoming Immortal

Immediately, a golden palm several feet in size appeared in mid-air, and it slapped directly on the grasped claw.

"Bang......"

There was a crisp sound, and Hu Buwei's bone claws broke directly.

Then this golden giant palm struck Hu Buwei with unabated force, but it only shattered a phantom.

Then the huge palm slapped on the floating tobacco.

At this time, a strange scene appeared, the tobacco shreds did not collapse with this palm.

Instead, like a spiritual snake, it wrapped directly around the giant palm.

In the blink of an eye, the originally golden palm was covered with gray lines, which was extremely weird.

Moreover, the tobacco seemed to be extremely corrosive and was constantly seeping into the giant palm.

As a result, the speed of the giant golden palm was greatly reduced, and a hint of impatience appeared on Zhao Ming's face.

He directly grabbed it from a distance and punched out. The golden giant palm also clenched his fist fiercely and punched Hongshi.

"boom......"

Hong Shi had already expected this. Under the heavy smoke from the oil lamp in his hand, his whole body merged into the thick fog.

The giant fist shot straight into the distance through the smoke.

Hu Buwei, who had disappeared before, had unknowingly arrived behind the opponent and was thrusting out his claws.

However, Zhao Ming's eyes narrowed sharply. He had already noticed it, and he turned around and wanted to strike out with his palm.

At this moment, his complexion suddenly changed drastically, his soul suddenly burst into flames, and a burst of severe pain also erupted.

But Hu Buwei's bone claws were already behind him.

"When...squeak..."

Hu Buwei grabbed the opponent's back with a claw, but there was a sharp scraping sound of gold and iron.

"What a powerful body!"

"Junior is seeking death!" Zhao Ming's eyes instantly swept around him with red eyes, trying to find the guy who had done something to him.

But at this time, all the surrounding airspace became blurry, and at some point a heavy fog filled the air, which even the spiritual consciousness could not penetrate.

Zhao Ming was secretly shocked, and then punched out with an angry backhand.

I saw the golden light shining on the fist, and the entire fist turned into a certain metallic color.

"Rumble..." But this angry punch failed again and hit the air.

"Don't hide around like a mouse. If you have the guts, fight me head-on!" Zhao Ming shouted angrily.

But this anger surged, and the flames in his soul became even more fierce.

Alerted, he immediately noticed the strangeness of the flame, which was taking advantage of his own mood swings.

As a last resort, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and the pain in his soul was relieved.

Hu Buwei and Hong Shi disappeared and appeared around each other, fighting with each other.

"Huh, you two mice, you think you'll be fine this way! What a joke!"

Zhao Ming seemed to be a little annoyed by this series of misses and the secret loss suffered by his soul just now.

As he spoke, sharp auras were continuously sprayed out from his body.

Those auras were like substance, exuding the luster of metal, and then transformed into sharp swords that continuously cut and slashed around the body.

As soon as Hu Buwei emerged, a sharp sword approached and slashed down.

In desperation, Hu Buwei didn't even bother to take action. He directly activated his skills and blended into the shadows cast by those long swords.

Hong Shi's situation was roughly the same, and he was directly integrated into the traces of smoke and dust.

Even if it is inevitable, you can still use the formation to get rid of it.

For a moment, Hu Buwei and Hong Shi had no choice but to evade. Fortunately, their lives were not in danger.

"Field of Gold!"

In the formation, Ning Ping also saw this scene in his eyes.

From the thick metallic aura, it was not difficult to tell that the other party was using the realm of gold.

I didn't expect that the opponent's strength was so strong. Even if I quietly used the virtual fire to start a prairie fire just now, the opponent was able to resist it.

At this moment, the formation has already been deployed, and the opponent is trying to surround himself and others.

He also used the formation disk to cover everyone in it.

There are sixty-four people under Zhao Ming, just as Ning Ping had guessed before.

The opponent should be practicing a combined attack technique.

When these sixty-four people dispersed, they formed a huge circle.

And using the weird round mirror in his hand, he was vaguely connected to the other people around him through Yuanli, forming a whole.

Later, it was discovered that they were also trapped in a large formation. After a moment of panic, they stabilized their formation.

After all, their cultivation levels are all very good, and they are all monks in the early stages of integration.

From this point of view, it is enough to prove that the original holy land really attaches great importance to this place, and there is such a power hidden here.

The formation they formed was not interrupted by the large formation, and they still formed a whole.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Ping dodged and came to a monk.

Under the stimulation of Tongtian Sutra, he raised his hand and punched out.

On the fist, a dragon head suddenly appeared, and deep dragon roars were heard.

"drink......"

When the monk saw the menacing punch coming, all his energy was mobilized fiercely.

Under the urging, the round mirror in his hand also glowed brightly, and a giant polygonal shield also appeared in front of him.

Each corner of this polygonal giant shield also vaguely points to the accomplices in other directions.

Under the influence of a single hair, the whole body is moved, and the Yuanli in other directions is also transmitted continuously.

"Boom..."

The Tongtian Fist hit the giant shield firmly.

The giant shield shook violently, and then in Ning Ping's consciousness.

The dragon transformed by the fist force circled in the giant shield for a while, and then turned into several along several other directions, and was quickly distributed.

Looking around in the middle, the sixty-four cultivators, the round mirrors in their hands were slightly lit, and the cultivators behind them were slightly shaken, and then they forcibly resolved their own punches.

You know, the power of Ning Ping's Tongtian Fist is now different from the past. Even if Ning Ping's Yuanli is so deep, he can only punch five times.

Just now, the real person Mi Lian was directly killed by his punch, which is enough to show how powerful it is.

But such a powerful punch was easily resolved by the opponent's strange battle formation.

"It's really interesting!"

As a master of formations, Ning Ping understood the principle after a brief deduction.

This is exactly the use of this strange combined attack technique, using the principle of formations to integrate everyone's strength together.

Just now, my attack was equivalent to the opponent's 64 people taking it at the same time.

These 64 people on the other side are all genuine fusion stage cultivators. With my current strength, it is impossible for me to knock away so many opponents of the same level with one punch.