An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Sensing the situation here, the Black Dragon King immediately sent a voice message to Jingchu: "Jingchu, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Why can't I understand what you are saying?" Jingchu responded with a smile.

"Didn't we agree to break the Western formation in three days? Why did he come to the south on the second day?" The Black Dragon King said coldly.

"How should I know?" Jingchu said proudly: "I am just the protector of this kid, I only protect his safety. As for what he wants to do, I can't control it."

The Black Dragon King cursed loudly: "Asshole, you humans are really insidious and cunning, full of tricks."

Jingchu said indifferently: "You know shit, this is called war is not too tiring, not to mention, didn't the little guy say that after three days, the Western formation will be broken, and you can kill as many monsters as you want, but he didn't say that you won't come to the south to break the formation after two days."

"You..." The Black Dragon King was scolded There was nothing to say, but after seeing that many monsters had surrounded Fang Ping, and more than a dozen Yuanying monsters came to support him from afar, it finally felt a little comforted:

"Since this kid is looking for death, let him die here today. I don't think we need to wait until tomorrow. I hope you can still laugh later."

Three of the three formations that extract spiritual energy were broken, which also marked that their plan to cut off the source of the Zhoutian Xinghai formation, which cost a lot of energy and money, and the lives of countless monsters, had completely failed.

It didn't matter whether the only remaining Western formation was broken.

Jingchu looked at Fang Ping who was surrounded, and he couldn't help but feel worried, but he still smiled on the surface and said: "Don't worry, as long as your incarnation and tribulation monsters don't take action, I will naturally not interfere. What's more, it's not certain who will win in the end."

"Haha!" Black Flood King sneered: "You don't think he can kill so many monsters of the same level by himself, even if he can escape from these monsters, I still think he is powerful."

Although Black Flood King recognized Fang Ping's strength in his heart, and even thought that Fang Ping did have the combat power of the Saint Son of the Holy Land, even the Saint Sons of those ancient holy lands could not deal with 20 or 30 Yuanying monsters of the same level by himself.

Jingchu acted very confident: "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it."

"Since you have so much confidence in him, why don't we sit down and have a cup of tea and watch how this kid was torn apart by dozens of monsters."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Black Flood Dragon King had already appeared beside Jingchu. When he finished speaking, the huge body of the Black Flood Dragon King suddenly turned into countless spiritual lights that gathered beside Jingchu. In an instant, the spiritual lights dissipated, and the Black Flood Dragon King had turned into a man with a slightly dark complexion, a burly figure, a crown on his head, and a dragon-shaped black robe.

"It looks like a human, but it looks much more pleasing to the eye than a big worm."

Jingchu looked him up and down, made a sarcastic remark, and generously waved his hand to set up a table and two chairs, a pot of tea, and two teacups on the table: "But I want to correct you. What we want to see is how those cats and dogs and shrimp soldiers and crabs were killed by this kid."

Jingchu took out another jade box, carefully took out a piece of green tea leaves that were as new as new, and faintly had the flow of Taoism, and put it into the teapot :

"You're getting a bargain, you big worm. This is the Tianxin Yangdao Tea I bought from Tianbao Pavilion at a high price. It nourishes the soul and sorts out the Dao. Drinking two sips is equivalent to a month of seclusion for a strong person who has transcended the tribulation."

The Black Dragon King's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about bickering with Jingchu. He said in surprise: "The tea leaves from the ancient Yangdao tea tree in Yanxi Holy Land? This is a rare thing."

"That's right. On weekdays, I won't give it to my senior brother when he wants to drink it. Today, I'm giving it to you." Jingchu smiled and looked at the Black Dragon King.

"Since you are so generous, I can't be stingy. Such good tea can't be without good water. I think the Yunguang Ganquan water that I have collected for many years will not disgrace your Yangdao tea."

Jingchu also showed a surprised look, but before he could speak, Rongsheng's voice had already appeared in their ears: "That's great. It seems that I will have a good time today to taste the Tianxin Yangdao tea brewed by Yunguang Ganquan."

"Great, I came uninvited, you won't be unwelcome." Dapeng King came through the air, and when it came to the side of several people, it had turned into a tall man with a firm face, sharp eyes like an eagle.

The aura of a superior who despised all living beings emanated from his every move was no less than that of the Black Dragon King, but at this time he looked at the teapot on the table with hope.

"And me, I'm thirsty too, so I came here to ask for a cup of tea."

"What are you doing, are you arguing for a fight? Wait for me, count me in as one."

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Figures appeared one after another, and soon, ten tribulation masters gathered here.

Among them, there were four humans and six monsters. A total of ten tribulation masters who had fought to the death before, but because of a pot of tea, they put aside their hatred and gathered together to watch Rong Sheng carefully control the strange fire to make tea.

The tribulation masters on both sides in the sky temporarily drank tea in harmony, but Fang Ping and the monsters below could not be harmonious.

"Human, not only are you playing tricks on us, but you also dare to speak sweetly here. You really don't take us seriously." A colorful feathered firebird with a red body but only the size of a fist and five colorful feathers on its head said coldly.

Fang Ping was not moved at all by the pressure exerted by more than ten Yuanying monsters, and said calmly:

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Didn't I say it before? As long as the gods and the tribulation masters don't take action, I will kill as many of you Yuanying monsters as you can. Any monster that dares to be my enemy will become the medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace."

"You are looking for death, you bastard!"

"You are too arrogant, kid."

"Damn it, I will kill you today."

In an instant, a mess of spiritual consciousness and monsters cursed, making Fang Ping feel dizzy. He waved his hand to signal them to stop: "Stop talking nonsense here. If you have the guts, let's have a real fight. Whether you are shamelessly besieging me or shamelessly fighting in a round-robin battle, I will take it all."

"Kid, do you really think you are the son of the holy land? You are so arrogant." The colorful feather firebird said angrily.

Fang Ping looked curious: "Holy Son of the Holy Land? Have you ever fought with a Holy Son?"

"The Holy Sons of the Holy Land are rarely seen. I have never seen one." The Firebird blushed and its momentum was a little weak, but its whole body was red, so it was not obvious that it was blushing.

Fang Ping's expression was clear: "So you have never seen one. I was wondering which Holy Son was so weak that he could let you live until now after fighting with you."