The Path to Immortality

Fang Ping, who felt strange in his heart, thought of several possibilities at that moment.

For example, the six people just happened to come here for something, or they went to replace the four foundation-building monks.

For another example, these six foundation-building monks were just baits on the surface, and there were masters accompanying them secretly.

He did not forget that before in front of Lonely Sword Mountain, the monk from Tingxue Temple had said: I will guard this place under the order of the sect.

Although it is not ruled out that they are just pretending to be powerful, or using the tiger skin of the Weiguo Jindan Sect, it is still possible after all.

Fang Ping, who was not sure about the details, did not take action directly, but pretended to be passing by, and flew over slowly, ready to decide whether to turn against each other after seeing the situation.

But what Fang Ping did not expect was that he did not find the opposite side, but the six foundation-building monks from Tingxue Temple happened to call him.

"Come here, monk! I have something to ask you!"

One of the monks who was suspected to be the leader of the team, a broad-faced mid-stage foundation-building monk, waved at Fang Ping and shouted from a distance.

This...

Seeing the other party's arrogant look, Fang Ping's mind changed, and a little nervousness and fear appeared on his face, and he flew over slowly.

Seeing that he seemed to be very obedient, the broad-faced foundation-building monk nodded with satisfaction and asked: "Are you coming from the north? What's the situation over at Lone Sword Mountain? Are there any scattered cultivators making trouble?"

You don't know?

Fang Ping was a little stunned.

Did he really come here by chance?

But that's not right!

If he really didn't know anything, why would he stop a passerby without warning and ask if anyone was making trouble?

Could it be?

Fang Ping suddenly thought of a possibility that he had never dared to think of before.

He could not hide his shock: "My fellow Taoist, you Tingxue Temple, don't you even have means like soul lamps?"

A black-robed early stage foundation-building cultivator next to him looked at him with a little surprise: "Although this matter is not a secret, how did you, an outsider, know about it?"

Fang Ping was speechless.

No wonder these people dared to come so carelessly after receiving a request for help.

Fang Ping thought of several possibilities, but he never thought that they didn't know that four foundation-building cultivators were killed within ten breaths!

I couldn't help asking: "You Tingxue Temple has more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators, how come you don't even have soul lamps?"

The black-robed foundation-building cultivator said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Nonsense, doesn't it consume materials to make soul lamps? The sect master has mentioned this before, and later everyone thought that there are only more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators, why do they need soul lamps? If there is that spirit stone, wouldn't it be better to give it to everyone for cultivation? So..."

His words were interrupted by the broad-faced middle stage foundation-building cultivator who led the team before.

He said with an unhappy look: "Where did this wild cultivator come from? How dare he ask about our Tingxue Temple? Fellow Daoist Liao, you are so honest. You just answer whatever he asks? Is he worthy?"

After teaching his fellow disciple a lesson, the wide-faced cultivator looked at Fang Ping and said impatiently: "Answer my question first. What's the situation at Lone Sword Mountain?"

Fang Ping finally realized that the world of immortal cultivation is also a huge makeshift team.

A sect with more than ten foundation-building cultivators can actually not even have a soul lamp.

He was convinced and told the truth: "Nothing happened. It was just two foundation-building cultivators who forced their way through and killed all the cultivators in your Tingxue Temple. It's that simple."

"Bullshit!"

The wide-faced foundation-building cultivator was furious and didn't believe a word: "We have four foundation-building cultivators in Tingxue Temple, hundreds of disciples stationed there, and there are formations to help. In such a short time, what kind of foundation-building cultivator can kill so many cultivators in my Tingxue Temple with just two people?"

He looked at Fang Ping with suspicion, convinced that he was talking nonsense and playing tricks on him and others.

"Forget it, take him down first and talk later!"

The wide-faced foundation-building cultivator sacrificed his spiritual weapon, issued an order to his fellow disciples, and then was the first to kill.

"Since you insist on seeking death, you can't blame Xu for being rude."

The other party turned his face and attacked, which was exactly what Fang Ping wanted. In this case, he didn't need to hold back.

Such a close distance is most suitable for the Xuanyang Blood-Transforming Flying Needle to sneak attack.

The strong Qi and blood in the body silently condensed into a cluster of blood-colored flying needles, which shot towards the wide-faced foundation-building cultivator.

The cultivator had no time to react to such a close-range sneak attack, and he didn't expect that Fang Ping would dare to attack him when he was outnumbered six. He was hit on the spot.

The next moment, a series of flying needles pierced his magic shield and the protection of his Taoist robes, and exploded in his body.

The scorching sun and mysterious light followed one after another, and Fang Ping was thinking about adding another knife, but when it flew over, he found that the person was already dead...

"It feels worse than the one on the Lone Sword Mountain before!"

Fang Ping shook his head and looked at the five foundation-building cultivators who were still rubbing their eyes around him. He surrounded the five people with his own strength.

………

After dozens of breaths, the battle was over!

The reason why it took so long was mainly because the black-robed cultivator surnamed Liao reacted quickly. When he saw the situation was not good, he ran away immediately, and his escape method was quite good, not inferior to his fierce wind escape method.

Seeing that it was difficult to catch him, Fang Ping had to reward him with a Soul Calming Seal before he could capture him alive.

Although he had just accomplished the feat of fighting six enemies alone and captured a prisoner, when he really started to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils, Fang Ping really didn't feel any sense of accomplishment or joy in his heart.

The opponent was so bad that it was no different from mowing the grass.

Moreover, with such strength, it is obvious that they will not have any good things on them. Finding one or two low-grade spiritual tools is already a good harvest, and don't even think about the rest.

"I counted with my fingers, and ten foundation-building masters have died in my hands. The Tingxue Temple is almost exterminated... Should I give it one last step?"

Fang Ping weighed the storage bag in his hand, thought for a few breaths, and finally decided to do things from beginning to end.

A sect that can set up checkpoints and rob passing cultivators at this time is definitely a way to die.

Not to mention, so many have been killed, and it is also considered an enemy. Naturally, they have to take advantage of the fact that the master of Tingxue Temple has not reacted yet and solve them once and for all!

After making a decision, Fang Ping looked at the cultivator surnamed Liao who was seriously injured and had his Dantian magic power imprisoned.

He stretched out his hand and slightly released the restriction, giving him the ability to speak.

"Senior, please spare me, please spare me!"

Sensing that the restraints on his body had loosened, Monk Liao immediately begged for mercy.

At this moment, he had fully realized the strength of the enemy and his own situation, and put on a very cooperative look.

Fang Ping stared at him for a few seconds: "I ask, you answer. If you are satisfied with the answer, I may consider letting you go."

Monk Liao nodded repeatedly: "Senior, please ask, I will tell you everything I know!"

Fang Ping thought for a while and said: "You Tingxueguan monks set up checkpoints in Lonely Sword Mountain to stop people. Are there other sects behind them?"

Monk Liao seemed a little hesitant and said: "How can I say this? There should be no."

Fang Ping frowned, thinking that this guy was a little dishonest: "What do you mean by there should be no?"