An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"What the hell?" Fang Ping asked in surprise.

Even if there is not much power left in the fairy phoenix, with the strength of the little lion, it is definitely not possible to break the move so easily, and it is still such an understatement.

The little lion tilted his head and looked at Fang Ping with his chin: "How are you? Are you scared? I can tell you responsibly. This is the innate magical power of my golden lion clan, which is invincible."

"Invulnerable to all means?" Fang Ping pondered: "What does invulnerable to all means mean?"

"Of course it means literally, that is to say, no matter how you use any spell, you can't even think of hurting me. Even if you use magic weapons and spiritual treasures, as long as you get close, their power will be greatly weakened."

The little lion was very proud. As the genius with the purest bloodline of the golden lion clan, the bloodline magical powers it displayed were naturally far superior to those of its peers.

Even the invulnerable magical powers displayed by some of the same people in the transformation stage cannot keep up with it.

Now facing a mere Nascent Soul Realm human being, it is already in an invincible position.

Fang Ping looked at the golden lion carefully for a while: "Little cat, you look very proud. Do you think that this move can make me helpless?"

The little lion's invulnerability is due to the magical power of his blood. The powerful talent brought from his mother's womb is also the golden lion clan's greatest reliance on gaining a foothold in the endless sea.

In the nearby sea area, there is almost no demon clan that does not know the power of the golden lion's bloodline talent.

"Even the phantom of the fairy phoenix can't do anything to me. Do you have a stronger method?"

"Quite confident!" Fang Ping curled his lips.

The little lion was even more proud: "What else?"

Fang Ping smiled and said: "Since it is a bloodline magical power, you must burn part of the blood essence every time you use it, right?"

"This is common sense. Any monster needs to consume blood essence to use its bloodline magical powers. You don't need to remind me about this." The golden lion said in a sarcastic tone.

As the little lion said, using bloodline talents naturally requires consuming blood essence.

Of course, if the cultivation strength is strong enough, it is also possible to comprehend the bloodline magical power and turn it into a normal magical power.

Obviously, the little lion does not have such strength now.

"So even if your bloodline is pure and the cost of using your innate magical power is relatively small, how many times can you use it if you are only in the Nascent Soul realm? If you forcefully use your innate magical power too many times, it may damage your foundation and affect your bloodline level. "Fang Ping asked the little lion with a smile.

The little lion was slightly stunned at first, and then said proudly: "I can use it a few times, so you don't need to worry. If you really want to know, you might as well give it a try."

Fang Ping shook his head. This invulnerable technique was actually very similar to the ability of Fang Ping and Xiao Wu to repel the five elements.

"Just try it!"

Fang Ping didn't waste any time. He moved his hands together and threw a spell from Fang Ping's fingertips.

The eight attribute spells of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and ice, plus the space spell, were each knocked out by Fang Ping two or three times, and rushed towards the golden lion.

All of a sudden, all kinds of colorful and flashy attack methods appeared in front of you.

If a group of people had taken action, there would be nothing surprising about such a scene. More than twenty various spells were indeed performed by the same person, and each spell had the attack level of a normal Nascent Soul cultivator.

What's even more outrageous is that all the spells are supported by corresponding rules.

"How is this possible?" The golden lion looked shocked: "Even if you started practicing from your mother's womb, you wouldn't be able to understand so many rules at this age."

Not only the golden lion, but all the monks and monsters who saw this scene were shocked without exception.

They had seen Fang Ping perform spells and rules with several attributes before, but when Fang Ping really stopped hiding, he could easily cast spells with nine attributes without using any spiritual treasures or foreign objects. After the spell, they were still unavoidably shocked.

"Who is this human being? How can he understand so many rules?"

"What kind of freak is this? A monk who has cultivated the Five Spiritual Roots can cultivate to the realm of Nascent Soul, which is extremely unnatural. Not only does this guy have nine attribute skills, he has not even understood the rules."

"I have paid attention to the aura of rules he displayed before, and it seems that his understanding of every rule is not weak."

"The most important thing is that he really understands the rules of space and can easily cast the rules."

Amid everyone's discussion, Fang Ping nodded silently in his mind: "I didn't think it was anything before, but now that the rules have been completed, the various spells can be used more smoothly than before, even if it is forced to cast multiple spells. There is no sense of lag or blockage at all.”

Fang Ping's fight with the little lion seemed like playing house, or teasing the little lion. In fact, the reason why Fang Ping did this was mainly to use the golden lion, a strong opponent, to help him comprehensively test his ability after overcoming the tribulation. Strength changes.

After all, no matter how strong or weak a person is, he always needs to be verified one by one by his opponents.

"It's just fancy, complicated but not refined. Do you think you can do anything to me with just these messy spells?"

The golden lion sneered, and both heads opened their mouths at the same time, spitting out a series of fireballs and a series of golden light, respectively, to meet the various spells performed by Fang Ping.

However, since the battle so far, it has obviously lost some of its strength. Halfway through spitting out fireballs and golden light, it suddenly felt that it would be very taxing on itself to cast more than twenty magic spells at once to fight.

If the opponent takes advantage of his excessive consumption to sneak attack, wouldn't he suffer a loss?

Something is wrong. This guy has been fighting with me until now. He cast so many spells at once, so he must have consumed a lot of energy.

Why does it look like this guy is fine?

Most of the attacks launched by Fang Ping were destroyed, and the remaining few attacks broke through its protection and hit the body.

This time, the little lion once again used his bloodline talent to let several firebirds, golden swords, ice needles and other spells fall directly on him.

Under the effect of the invulnerability of the bloodline talent, these magical attacks disappeared without making any splash.

"Hahaha, is this your method? Why are you so weak and weak? It seems like you are not eating..." Blocking Fang Ping's attack, the little lion laughed arrogantly and taunted Fang Ping to vent his frustration at Fang Ping's previous fight. The unhappiness produced by suppression.

But it couldn't speak before it finished speaking, because Fang Ping, uncharacteristically, didn't talk nonsense and threw a round of more than twenty spells with various attributes at the little lion.