An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Facing the eight demons who joined forces to suppress the attack, Fang Ping did not dodge the soul attack, which seemed to be substantive. Even though his soul was injured by the Black Dragon King, his strength was not at its peak.

But he still has the confidence to resist the Eight Demons.

Because his soul is different, it is not the soul of an ordinary monk, nor is it even the soul of the ordinary Yang God.

His soul had absorbed the spiritual fluid refined from the corpse of the dragon, and also absorbed the spiritual fluid refined from the scales of the thunder dragon.

You must know that the thunder dragon scales are genuine dragons, and the thunder dragon scales refined by Wood Toad possess the power of a true dragon.

Even now, there is still a long dragon of souls coiling around Fang Ping's soul.

The souls of the eight monster beasts arrived in an instant. Fang Ping still tried his best to absorb the rich spiritual energy in the formation, as if he had been frightened by the attacks of the eight souls. Not only did he not dodge, he did not even defend himself, so that the opponent's souls The attack entered Fang Ping's soul consciousness sea without any hindrance.

"What is this kid doing? Is he so arrogant?"

"These are eight demonic beasts of the same realm joining forces. Even if you can't defeat them, you can still avoid them."

"Confused!"

Several Nascent Soul cultivators in Woshen Mountain rushed on their way frantically. When they saw Fang Ping refusing to dodge and allowing the monster's attack to hit him without any reaction, the Nascent Soul cultivators were furious.

As everyone knows, after the eight spiritual consciousnesses entered Fang Ping's soul space, Fang Ping's soul suddenly shone brightly, shining like a blazing sun in Fang Ping's vast soul space.

Under the strong divine light, the small dragon that had been circling Fang Ping suddenly rose into the air, raised its head and let out a dragon roar, transformed into eight long dragons and attacked the eight divine consciousnesses.

The eight long dragons did not use any means, they just enveloped each other with a faint coercion of their own bodies. The eight menacing spiritual attacks suddenly lost their ferocious power. They each restrained their murderous intent and transformed into eight monster beasts of different shapes, as if doing something. Children who have done something wrong are just as frightened and confused.

The soul of the dragon, the spirit of the true dragon, the power of the dragon!

How is this possible? He is obviously just a human being, just a little Nascent Soul cultivator. Why does his soul have the breath of a real dragon, and why does it have the power of a real dragon?

Dragon is the ancestor of all monsters.

Without the heaven-defying bloodline that is no less than that of a real dragon, no monster would be able to resist at all under the suppression of the dragon's power.

This is the most primitive instinct coming from the depths of their respective bloodlines.

The eight monster beasts did not dare to attack the real dragon. Facing the attack of the real dragon, they could not even raise their hearts to resist. They could only watch the eight real dragons pass directly through their consciousness. .

"Bang bang bang..."

After eight muffled sounds, the soul attacks unleashed by the eight monster beasts were instantly broken.

These eight spiritual consciousnesses were also swallowed by Changlong who merged into one again, becoming the nourishment for Fang Ping's soul.

Originally, the soul suffered a heavy blow and needed to spend time and energy to recover. Now these guys came to the door and gave Fang Ping a big bite in return.

The soul attack was broken, and the souls that were shot out had no response. This also meant that they had completely lost the cultivation of the soul, so that each of them looked pale, and two monsters even had bleeding from the corners of their eyes. They were obviously seriously injured.

"Trash, is this all you can do?"

Fang Ping's sarcastic voice came again, making the eight monster beasts feel unsure and angry at the same time.

"Everyone spread out and use magic weapons to attack. Don't give him a chance to get close."

They learned the lesson from the previous giant turtle and dispersed several miles away from Fang Ping. They all used their magic weapons to attack Fang Ping.

Fang Ping remained unmoved and said with disdain: "You are too poor, don't you have a few spiritual treasures? If you just use magic treasures to attack, I have no interest at all."

Several demonic beasts were furious. As Nascent Soul demonic beasts, and in such a barren and remote area nearby, where not even a single human monk had been seen for decades or hundreds of years, the demonic beasts who were not good at refining weapons could Having one or two magic weapons is already pretty good.

As for the spiritual treasure, it can only be possessed by monsters with a great chance. Even if a Nascent Soul monster possesses a spiritual treasure, it usually does not dare to reveal it at all. Otherwise, a group of monsters will come to snatch it the next day.

Besides, shouldn’t magic weapons be used during the Nascent Soul stage?

Things like Lingbao consume so much, and you will drain yourself dry after just one or two uses. If you make some achievements, it's okay. If you don't make any achievements, you will have no stamina. Wouldn't that mean you are at the mercy of others?

Therefore, after hearing Fang Ping's words, they all thought that Fang Ping was deliberately mocking them, so their attacks on Fang Ping were even more brutal.

Five of the eight magic weapons seemed to be tempered by these monsters using certain parts from themselves or other similar ones. This is also commonly used by most monsters, especially those who live in areas far away from human monks. The method of refining magic weapons.

There are three more items that appear to be refined by human monks, but I don’t know how they were obtained.

Shaking his head, Fang Ping sighed: "It's pitiful, you don't even have the spirit treasure to dare to attack me."

"Boy, don't be complacent. You used the spirit treasure when you killed the black turtle before. Now you must be exhausted. Even if you use the large array of spiritual energy to recover, how much combat power do you have now?"

"That's right, even if you are gifted and can use spiritual treasures many times, you can't kill all eight of us with one move."

"Although I don't know what method you used to break our soul attack just now, I think your soul must be seriously injured now."

"You have been hiding in the formation to absorb spiritual energy. It seems that you are already at the end of your strength. Even if you still have some strength, it is definitely not worth mentioning."

The monsters seemed to have figured out this truth. In their opinion, Fang Ping had been hiding in the formation to absorb spiritual energy after killing the giant turtle. In addition, his soul was injured by them just now. Now he has to face the siege of the eight monsters. Even if Fang Ping has several lives, he should die.

Fang Ping's mouth curled up slightly, and the magic sword appeared in front of him: "You are right. If I were an ordinary cultivator, according to your analysis, I should be at the end of my strength now. Let alone dealing with eight of you, I would not be able to deal with even one.

However, I am not a waste like you. Let alone I just killed a black turtle in the Nascent Soul stage, even if I kill ten more black turtles, it will not affect my strength at all."

As he spoke, Fang Ping directly used the willow leaf magic treasure to block the space, and at the same time, the gravity field was used by him to lock the eight magic weapons separately.

The golden sword drew a shadow in the air, "bang, bang, bang..."

Eight consecutive muffled sounds, the eight magic weapons were controlled by the gravity field when they were less than ten feet away from Fang Ping, and then they were broken one by one by the golden sword.