An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Bang bang bang..."

The three of them thought they could break through the formation mask under the stone tablet with a little effort using the spiritual treasures in their hands.

When they came to the formation and attacked several times, the result was far beyond their expectations.

"It's just a large formation activated by a spiritual treasure. Why is it so strong?" The old woman was panting. Her attack landed on the light shield, but it only made the light shield tremble slightly.

"Breaking, breaking, breaking, break it for me..." The middle-aged monk lost his composure. If he could not break the formation, he felt that he might perish here.

Zhuang Cheng's face was gloomy. He even regretted bringing Fang Ping in now: "Fellow Daoist Chen, there is actually no big grudge between us. How about we sit down and talk about it?"

Fang Ping said with interest: "Oh? I wonder what Elder Zhuang is going to talk about?"

"Fellow Taoist is extraordinary in strength, the only one I've seen in my life. I estimate that no one in the Nascent Soul Realm can be your opponent. How about the four of us joining forces. If you have fellow Taoist to join us, the power of the Star Falling Sea-Shaking Formation will be even more powerful. "

The old woman and the middle-aged monk also had hope in their hearts when they heard this.

The old woman said: "Yes, it was our mistake to trap fellow Taoists in the formation before. How about we share the income this time with fellow Taoists equally as compensation?"

The middle-aged monk felt that what the old woman said was a bit inappropriate, and quickly corrected him: "Fellow Daoist Chen, except for the Star Pill, we don't want all the other treasures. They all belong to fellow Taoist, and in the future, fellow Taoist will also share in the spoils obtained from our cooperation." How about the big head?”

Reminded by the middle-aged monk's words, the old woman also realized that the conditions she just mentioned were too conservative, so she quickly changed her words: "After all, the star-chasing sea-turning formation requires four people to work together. If fellow Taoists are willing to join, , I also agree to let fellow Taoist take the big head.”

Fang Ping was silent for a moment. Under the eager eyes of the three people, Fang Ping said: "I don't think your proposal is very good."

"Why?" Zhuang Cheng asked anxiously: "If fellow Taoist friends have any good suggestions, you may wish to put them forward and we can discuss them."

Fang Ping said: "I am actually a bit afraid of death. I saw fellow Taoists setting up traps to kill so many monks without blinking an eye. If I cooperate with you, I am afraid that one day I will be plotted by you. "

"No, no, no, with the strength of fellow Taoist, how can we dare to plot against fellow Taoist?" The middle-aged monk was indeed a little scared at this time.

Fang Ping said: "It's possible. If one day I am seriously injured, and you happen to think of what happened today, or start coveting my treasures, I'm afraid you will suppress me without hesitation."

Before the three of them could reply, Fang Ping added, "What's more, I'm actually a bit greedy."

"Do you have to do something absolutely right, fellow Taoist?" Zhuang Cheng said solemnly.

Fang Ping smiled lightly: "Is Brother Zhuang threatening me?"

Under the five-color stone tablet, thick fog rolled, completely covering the three of them. As the concentration of the fog continued to increase, the three finally discovered the abnormality of the fog.

The spiritual consciousness of their dignified late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators can easily reach thousands of miles away. However, at this moment, they are exerting their spiritual consciousness with all their strength, but they can only detect a distance of less than ten feet around their bodies.

Their protective spiritual treasures were being eroded by the fog at this time, forcing them to consume the little spiritual power in their bodies to maintain the protective spiritual light.

What frightened them even more was that the spell they secretly cast in order to test the power of the mist was completely eliminated by the mist not far from their bodies.

Even after their spirit treasures are several feet away from the body, the connection with them will rapidly weaken.

"What is this fog and why is it so weird?"

"And the chaotic rules released by the cauldron are completely different from the chaotic rules of the Sea of ​​Chaos?"

"Everyone, be careful. The power of this formation seems to be somewhat similar to the Falling Star-Shaking Sea Formation."

The three of them opened their mouths to remind the others, but they did not wait for the response of their companions. Even their consciousness was blocked by the fog, and their voices naturally could not be heard.

Soon the three people trapped in the formation became quiet. As a result, the quieter they became, the more obvious the uneasiness and worry in their hearts became.

At this time, Fang Ping was not in a hurry. The quieter his opponent was under the erosion of the Five Elements Mist, the easier it would be for Fang Ping. He could control the stone tablet and the fog to corrode his opponent bit by bit, slowly consuming him to death.

If the opponent resists violently, all Fang Ping has to do is to inject more energy into the stone tablet. The result is that if Fang Ping puts in more effort, the opponent will die faster.

In this slow process of consumption by both sides, the power of the two spiritual treasures, the five-color stone tablet and the Huntian Cauldron, has been exerted almost to the extreme.

The rules in the formation were completely chaotic at this time, but it did not affect the corrosive ability of the mist.

However, no matter what spells or magic weapons Zhuang Cheng and the others used at this time, as long as they left the body, they would be instantly eliminated under the action of the fog and chaotic rules.

However, using Lingbao can still make some achievements.

Unfortunately, everything they looked around was covered in gray fog, and they couldn't see anything unusual at all.

Now they have discovered that their current state is completely chronic death. Even though they have just harvested a large number of storage rings and treasures, they have no confidence that they can defeat Fang Ping in this stalemate.

In addition, the three of them were no longer able to contact each other and had no support around them, making them even more unsure.

The most important point is that they are all worried that Fang Ping, who has mastered the rules of space and possesses space magic treasures, will suddenly come out and give them a ruthless blow.

The answer is yes. Fang Ping was trying his best to stimulate the power of the two magic treasures before, so he did not sneak attack the three people.

Now the power of the magic treasure has reached its peak, and the three people's cultivation foundation, which is already a little left, has suffered a heavy blow at this time. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as adding insult to injury.

Now they can basically do nothing except constantly practicing the skills, swallowing elixirs and spiritual objects to recover consumption and maintain their status.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, there is really no need for us to do this. Isn't it beautiful for everyone to cooperate and win together?" The middle-aged cultivator didn't know how many times he had tried to communicate with Fang Ping.

He didn't know whether it was because the fog was too thick and blocked the transmission of sound, or Fang Ping was too lazy to pay attention to him, he never got a response from Fang Ping.

To be precise, Fang Ping did not respond before.

But this time, he finally got a response from Fang Ping.

However, what responded to him was the terrifying thunder released by the Sky-breaking Purple Thunder Bamboo, as well as dozens of space barriers that surrounded him like a copper wall and iron wall, and the gravity field and space blockade that were several times more powerful than before, so that he could only watch the thunder roaring down and rushing straight to the sky.

And all he could do was to use the jade ruler to resist the thunder, and to use all his defense magic weapons and body protection aura to compete with the thunder.

The result was that after resisting nine thunders, the jade ruler was finally exhausted because of his lack of strength. With a whine of the jade ruler, the dim jade ruler turned into a stream of light and just flew back into the middle-aged cultivator's body. The next moment, because the middle-aged cultivator's physical body was directly shattered by Fang Ping's continuous thunder, it was blown out again.

The jade ruler floated quietly in the space barrier, like a confused and at a loss child.

Where is my master? Why is my master gone?

Where did my master go?