An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Ye Chang held the Demon-Breaking Hammer and smashed it hard. Thunder and lightning that covered the sky and sun burst out from the hammer head and covered the group of cultivators in front of him.

The thunder that Ye Chang, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, casually shot out actually had the power comparable to the sixty-nine thunder tribulations.

It was a pity that these cultivators had just escaped from the thunder tribulation and were covered by the thunder that Ye Chang shot out.

These guys looked desperate, and they were smoky all over and trembling all over by the thunder. They roared and tried their best to deal with it.

If they could survive today, they would probably be trembling with heart and liver when they saw thunder and lightning in their lives.

The surface of Luo Yun's body was wrapped in a layer of water light, and 108 heavy water balls with strong corrosiveness all hit the cultivators in front of him.

Among the few people, Luo Yun's water ball may not be the most powerful in terms of lethality, but if the opponent was allowed to choose, no one would be willing to face these water balls.

Every cultivator who was hit by a water ball had to withstand the huge impact of the water ball no matter what means he used to defend himself.

Even the water ball will directly absorb their magic weapon and body protection aura, and after a while, their magic weapon will be corroded and penetrated, and then the water ball will penetrate into their body, leaving holes of various sizes on their flesh and veins.

Song Wujie rode on the green bull. The two guys were practicing wind-attributed skills. Their auras matched, and they rushed around in the crowd at a very fast speed. Even if the opponent was a Yuanying cultivator, they could not accurately capture their positions.

The opponent often realized that he had become their target after being knocked away by the green bull or hit by Song Wujie's stick.

Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao, the two guys who practiced the Devouring Heaven True Magic Strategy, were the most leisurely. They just stood still. Apart from controlling their own spiritual treasures to defend themselves from being attacked by others, they completely ignored and indiscriminately absorbed the opponent's blood, spirit, and cultivation.

Often when the opponent was dealing with other means of attack, he always felt that his spirit and blood could leave his body and fly into the mouths of these two guys at any time.

The white tiger was even more straightforward. Inheriting the bloodline of the ancient mythical beast white tiger, the white tiger was naturally warlike and focused on killing. Whenever a fight broke out, the white tiger was often the most aggressive and bloodthirsty one.

At this time, its fangs were exposed, its eyes were shining with golden light, and its body turned into white shadows. Every time its tiger claws slapped, there would be monks with broken bones and tendons, vomiting blood and flying backwards. There was no enemy under its command.

In sharp contrast to the white tiger was the saint. She just waved her hands lightly, and waves of water washed over like waves in the river.

The spiritual energy of every monk hit by the waves was like the mud and sand on the river bank, and was completely uncontrollably taken away by the waves.

The power of the waves that absorbed the opponent's spiritual energy would become stronger and stronger, and the impact would naturally become greater and greater.

The monks trapped in the waves were sluggish and slow to react, and even their souls seemed to be drowning and kept being used drowsyly.

Fang Ping watched everyone display their divine power, killing their opponents and making them scream.

It seemed that he didn't need to attack directly, so he just cooperated with Caidie to use space magic and gravity field from time to time to trap some monks who wanted to escape, or drag them back to the battle group.

It was with the help of Fang Ping and Caidie that no one could escape the attack of the Qiyun Sect.

Seeing that Ye Chang and his men could face more than ten Yuanying monks alone and not lose the upper hand, but beat their opponents with their own strength and made them scream and have no power to fight back, those monks who didn't attack were all terrified and fearful.

"How did these people cultivate? Why are they so strong?"

"I thought Fang Ping and Ye Chang, who could withstand the seven-nine thunder tribulations, were already amazing enough, but I didn't expect these people to be equally amazing."

"I only knew that Ye Chang was quite powerful and had the strength to compete for the position of the Holy Son. I didn't expect that the Qiyun Sect, a mere sect, would have so many talented cultivators who were not inferior to the Holy Son."

"With these geniuses in charge, within a hundred years, Qiyun Sect will probably have no one who can check and balance it."

They whispered, and many people secretly thanked themselves for not taking action just now, otherwise they might be the ones who were beaten dizzy by Ye Chang and his men.

Some others had gloomy faces, most of them really had a grudge against Qiyun Sect, or against Fang Ping, Ye Chang and others.

Some of their sect or family juniors died at the hands of Fang Ping and others in the Immortal Meteorite Secret Realm, or their clan treasures, secret techniques, etc. were taken away by Fang Ping, resulting in an irreconcilable hatred between them and Qiyun Sect.

Seeing Fang Ping and his people and Qiyun Sect were so powerful, their deep hatred was naturally unrequited.

In fact, whether they were grateful or resentful, most of the cultivators were actually more helpless and lamenting.

No matter what their purpose was in coming to Qiyun Sect, at least they were consistent in their attitude towards the Chaos Golden Pearl.

Qiyun Sect, a guy named Fang Ping who had never been heard of, was not qualified to own the Chaos Golden Pearl.

But now, Qiyun Sect is different from the past. Fang Ping also condensed his Nascent Soul with the Seven-Nine Heavenly Tribulations in front of everyone, and survived the Heavenly Tribulations with a strong performance that no one could understand.

Then their obsession with the Chaos Golden Pearl could naturally be resolved bit by bit.

A muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and finally a cultivator could not bear it anymore and was smashed by the green bull. His blood, flesh, essence, and the Yuanying that had just flown out were swallowed up by Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao before they could escape.

A deafening tiger roar was heard, and a seriously injured demon cultivator was unable to continue to resist the attack of the white tiger, and his head was smashed by the white tiger's claws.

Without waiting for Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao to make a move, the white tiger opened its bloody mouth and swallowed his body and Yuanying into its stomach.

Luo Yun had a dignified temperament, noble and elegant, and her every move was like a fairy descending to the earth, but at this moment, there were already three cultivators who died at her hands.

Moreover, the deaths of these three people were extremely miserable. Most of their bodies had turned into pus, and their Yuanyings could not even escape and were corroded into wisps of essence that drifted away with the wind.

Because they knew the power of Luo Yun's heavy water, Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao didn't even look at the monks who died at Luo Yun's hands, and had no intention of devouring their remaining blood, flesh and spirit.

The opponents of Prince Jinwu were equally miserable. Facing the sun's true fire that could burn them to ashes if they were touched, they exhausted all means, all the magic weapons and spiritual tools they could take out to block the flames, and even threw out the magic weapons, but in the end they still couldn't escape the fate of being burned to ashes by the true fire.

They were really burned to ashes, with no bones left, and their souls scattered. Not even a bit of blood, essence, and soul energy was left for Zhang Ren and his men, which made the two guys very dissatisfied with Prince Jinwu.