The Path to Immortality

Although it was a medium-grade magic weapon, the quality of the Xuanhuo Cover was beyond his imagination.

Under the attack of poisonous sand and ghosts, it barely held on for two breaths, and even burned some of the weaker ghosts controlled by the Hundred Ghosts Banner and made them scream.

Not only that, as the elixir he swallowed slowly took effect, Tianluo Taoist was horrified to find that the recovery speed of his head injury was slowing down.

The closer to the wound of Taixu Sword Qi, the slower the recovery speed!

Obviously, the previous silver sword Qi had some kind of terrifying aura left, and it was still constantly destroying the vitality of the wound!

"This person must have a deep background, just like me!"

Tianluo Taoist marked the identity of the person in front of him in his heart. Maybe he was a true disciple of the five major immortal sects in Liang State!

Only in this way could he fight with himself for a long time, and even gain the upper hand for a time.

But the more so, the more murderous intent he had in his heart. After all, before leaving, the master repeatedly reminded him not to easily reveal his identity and origin.

He bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood towards the white bone banner.

Nourished by the pure blood of the demon monk, the white bone banner became more powerful.

The ghosts who were originally afraid to move forward were empowered by this and were fearless. Led by the three ghost generals, they rushed towards Fang Ping one after another.

Using the death-substitution secret technique is not without cost.

After spurting out the blood, the face of Tianluo Taoist, who was already extremely weak, became even paler and his body was a little shaky.

But he still felt that it was not enough. He endured the pain of the wound, chanted something in his mouth, cast the spell [White Bone Claw], summoned a large hand condensed from white bones, and slapped Fang Ping fiercely.

Under such an attack, no matter how excellent the quality of the Mysterious Fire Cover was, it was impossible to resist it.

In an instant, this reinforced protective magic weapon shattered.

However, just as the flames dissipated, Fang Ping's magic shield and spiritual armor once again protected him without blind spots!

Under the desperate attacks and wear of the ghost generals and ghost soldiers, it took a few breaths of time for Tianluo Taoist to finally break the two defenses.

This speed is actually very fast.

But Tianluo Taoist is still not satisfied.

Because the effect of the Soul Seal is about to end!

"Die!"

Tianluo Taoist shouted in a low voice and shot out a bone Yin Sha nail!

This is also one of the many trump cards he prepared before leaving. This magic weapon has extremely strong penetrating power and is very poisonous. Once hit, the Yin Sha contained in it will pollute the foundation of the Tao like a ulcer attached to the bone!

Life and death moment.

Fang Ping's top-grade robe [Flame Dragon Taoist Robe] purchased in Bailu Immortal City is activated.

A fierce and powerful phantom of a flaming dragon emerged from his robe, circled around Fang Ping's body, blocked the white bone evil nails, instantly shattered the nearest ghosts, and issued a shocking dragon roar!

If he was in his prime, Tianluo Taoist would naturally not be afraid of the dragon roar of the flaming dragon robe.

However, he was killed by Taixu Sword Qi before, and later in order to activate the soul-suppressing seal, his soul power was also greatly consumed, and he did not hesitate to consume his essence and blood to activate the magic weapon.

Under the triple consumption, this eighth-level Qi training magic cultivator could not help but tremble slightly and lost consciousness for a short moment.

When he came back to his senses, he secretly thought it was not good, and when he activated the white bone banner again to attack, the soul-suppressing seal that had suppressed Fang Ping for nearly ten breaths had finally reached its end.

Under the unprecedented threat of death, Fang Ping forcibly broke free from the severe pain and loss of control of the soul-suppressing state.

Since coming to this world, Fang Ping has experienced more than one battle.

But with sufficient preparation and trump cards, he basically won easily.

He had never encountered a crisis as severe as today. Even if he played all his trump cards, he still fell into danger and was only one step away from being killed by a powerful enemy!

When he really reached the point of a desperate fight, he thought he might be a little panicked.

In fact, in a moment of life and death, there was no time to think about those things.

At this moment, Fang Ping had only one thought!

Either he died or I died!

Under Fang Ping's full guidance, the mana of the Golden Elixir [Purple Yang Sutra] went backwards in an unconventional route.

After a moment, Fang Ping's eyes were bathed in a layer of strong purple.

In the rapid consumption of blood and qi and the pain of his dantian being torn apart, his breath began to surge layer by layer.

The large amount of mana that was squeezed, burned blood and qi, and forcibly generated was like a torrent of rivers, rushing and flowing freely in his meridians.

It seemed like just a moment, Fang Ping's strength jumped from the initial seventh level of Qi training to the eighth level and the ninth level, until he stopped at the peak of the ninth level, surpassing Tianluo Taoist.

At this critical moment of life and death, he used for the first time the desperate means he had learned after changing his cultivation method.

Purple Yang Blood Burning Secret Technique!

"Is this... the Purple Yang Secret Technique of Luoyang Sect?"

"Sure enough, this person is the true disciple of the five major immortal sects of Liang State!"

Tianluo Taoist's vision was amazing, and in a blink of an eye, he deduced the origin and identity of Fang Ping's secret method from the classics he had read.

Without thinking, he urged the footwork [Yanluo Step], and his body seemed to turn into a light smoke and quickly fell into the mountains and forests.

This kind of desperate secret method can only be maintained for a very limited time. As long as it lasts for this period of time, there is no need to fight back at all, and this person will lead himself to a dead end!

"Want to run?"

On one hand, he was extremely weak and his injuries had not healed, while on the other hand, he did not hesitate to use desperate secret methods to forcibly raise his realm to the current limit. As a result, Fang Ping's strength has surpassed Tianluo Taoist by a lot.

With a casual blow, the terrifying purple sun magic power killed several ghost generals in one fell swoop, and the aftermath swept over, destroying the Hundred Ghost Banner together.

Then he chased Tianluo Taoist with all his strength, trying to cut the grass and eradicate it.

However, Tianluo Taoist practiced [Yanluo Step], and his body shape was too flexible.

Facing the scorching sun true fire shot by Fang Ping and the golden light falling from the Nine Revolutions Golden Ring, his body shape flashed, like a ghost in the mountains and forests, leaving afterimages, seemingly thrilling, but actually calmly dodging one attack after another.

Relying on this unparalleled footwork, Tianluo Taoist is confident that he can delay this person's burst time!

In the pursuit, ten breaths were consumed in a blink of an eye.

You know, once the Purple Sun Burning Blood Secret Art is activated for more than thirty breaths, it will cause permanent damage to oneself.

Seeing that one-third of it has passed, Fang Ping can't help but feel anxious.

"This person's footwork is really as light as clouds and smoke, far beyond any similar spells I have seen."

At this moment, Fang Ping suddenly thought of a way.

He took out a talisman from his storage bag, activated it, and pressed it to the ground silently.

After chasing for another five breaths, he turned around and suddenly gave up chasing Tianluo Taoist, and started to flee along the original route!

Finding that the breath of the powerful enemy was quickly fading away, the frantically fleeing Tianluo Taoist looked back and his body suddenly paused.

But he was a little unsure whether Fang Ping really gave up chasing and killing him, and planned to use the last bit of time of the Purple Sun Burning Blood Secret Art to get away, or was pretending to trick him into turning back and killing him.

After hesitating for three or four breaths, he finally determined that Fang Ping was not determined to kill him at all costs when he saw Fang Ping running away without looking back!

"The bigger the sect, the more afraid of death. Isn't this reasonable?"

However, in this way, the opponent missed the last chance, and the identities of prey and hunter would be exchanged!

Tianluo Taoist showed a bloodthirsty look and subconsciously licked the corners of his slightly cracked mouth.

"Chase!"

As long as there was a glimmer of possibility, he would not let the true disciple of Luoyang Sect escape.