An Ordinary Path to Immortality

With the keen observation ability of the little lion's Nascent Soul cultivation level, it could clearly sense that the spell performed by Fang Ping this time was three points more powerful than the last time.

"Why are there still more?" The little lion cried secretly.

When it took action to protect it just now, it had already felt that the consumption of casting so many spells in succession was too great, so that it had to use its bloodline talent to resist.

As a result, Fang Ping was not seen taking medicine to recover, nor was he using any external force. He did not even absorb the chaotic spiritual energy around his body due to the fight between the two. He so easily used it again to display a stronger force than before. attack.

"Damn it, break it for me!"

Being crushed by the opponent's strength once again made the little lion feel fierce. It opened its mouth again and spit out a huge fireball and a ray of golden light to face the dense attack.

Out of the self-confidence that he had always been invincible in his class, the little lion was not prepared to use any foreign objects for defense even when Fang Ping did not use any foreign objects to attack.

But there was too little left in the body, so it had to completely mobilize the remaining demonic energy in the body, and then it reluctantly launched these two attacks.

The result was that after the fireball and golden light blocked some of the spells, their power was exhausted, and the remaining attacks still hit it as before.

"Is this all you can do? I thought you were so strong, you don't have any lethality at all."

This time, the little lion's words are obviously no longer as confident as before. Now he is completely arrogant.

Fang Ping still didn't reply. It made a hand gesture with both hands, and a series of attack methods appeared in front of him. Then, under Fang Ping's control, it smashed towards the little lion again.

"Why is this happening again? You haven't finished yet."

The little lion's four eyes widened and he glared at Fang Ping angrily.

Fang Ping's attack power this time was still about 30% higher than the second time. He was still blessed by spells, and he still didn't use any elixirs or heavenly materials or earthly treasures to recover.

This also means that Fang Ping still has the energy to use such a spiritually consuming attack method even after his fight with Little Lion.

Seeing the various attack methods that were roaring towards him and arriving in front of him in a blink of an eye, the little lion was at a loss for a moment.

Normally, it can easily block these attacks by activating any attack or defense treasure.

But now the little lion wants to compete with Fang on an equal footing, but out of inner pride, it is absolutely impossible for him to do so.

Once it does this, no matter whether others laugh at it or not, at least in its own heart it will not pass this hurdle.

But if you don't do this and the energy in your body dries up, and you want to continue to cast spells, you have to either forcefully activate the Nascent Soul to injure yourself, or burn your blood and turn it into energy to cast spells.

Apart from this, the safest and simplest way seems to be to use the strong body that I have trained for many years to resist.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. With a thought, two golden lion shadows appeared in front of him. As soon as they appeared, they rushed towards Fang Ping's attack.

After a burst of crackling sounds, the two phantoms disappeared, but they blocked less than half of the attacks. As the rest of the spell approached, the little lion raised its paw and slapped it several times and knocked away several attacks. In the end, only Three or four fell on the little lion.

The attack method was blocked again. Fang Ping didn't show any expression. He still used his hand skills to condense various attacks around him and smashed them towards the little lion.

It's still the original formula, but this time the power is increased by 30% compared to the last time.

After this attack, Fang Ping didn't even look to see if the little lion could block it. He concentrated his attack again and threw it towards the little lion.

After throwing it, it still ignored the little lion's reaction and hit it with another condensation spell attack.

Originally, the little lion wanted to curse a few more words and show off a few words, but before he opened his mouth, he saw Fang Ping condensing attacks and throwing them at him one after another, and each wave was more powerful than the previous wave. Attack increased by about 30%.

At the beginning, the little lion could still block some of the spells with his physical body, but as more and more attacks came over him, the little lion finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"It's really endless, isn't it? Do you think you can defeat me with just these methods?"

The little lion only had time to say these cruel words before he was overwhelmed by Fang Ping's continuous attacks.

In fact, in the sixth wave, the attack methods that Fang Ping continued to use were almost at their limit. Even if he fired six or seven more waves of spells later, the power of each time could not be improved.

If he wants to forcibly improve, not only will it consume too much, but it will also put a lot of pressure on him to use these spells.

But even so, under Fang Ping's saturation attack, the little lion had already been overwhelmed by the continuous intensive attacks.

"Boom..." "Ouch..."

Among the explosions and roars of various spellcastings, the roar of the little lion was particularly clear.

But its cry was more or less filled with unwillingness, anger and pain.

Finally, when Fang Ping launched the twelfth wave of attacks in a row and he himself felt a little tired, the angry voice of the little lion finally came out from the thunder sparks and frost meteorite:

"Stop, stop fighting. Stop it. Are you finished?"

Fang Ping paused after pinching the hand seal halfway, dispersed the spells condensed beside him, and quietly waited for the little lion to escape from various spells.

As a result, when the little lion came out, Fang Ping only saw a torn body, either charred, bleeding, or hanging with green grass leaves.

"Is this the only trick you can do? Can't you change your tricks?" The embarrassed little lion glared at Fang Ping.

Fang Ping spread his hands: "Of course I know a lot, but I'm afraid you can't stand it."

As he spoke, he looked at the miserable appearance of the little lion: "Aren't you invulnerable to all methods? It seems that I have cast less than 10,000 spells?"

The little lion vomited blood. The meaning of invulnerability is not what you said.

Its bloodline talent does have the ability to be invulnerable to all methods, but Fang Ping's method is too shameless. He actually won by quantity and launched a saturation attack. Even if it has the magical power of invulnerability to all methods, it can't stand such a toss.

Because every time it uses the All-round Invulnerability to resist Fang Ping's attack, it needs to consume some of its race's blood.

But Fang Ping's attacks are too frequent. If it keeps using its blood talent, if it hurts its foundation, it will be very troublesome to recover. If it doesn't handle it well, it may affect its blood qualification and cause irreversible damage.

So when it sensed that the blood talent was consuming blood essence faster and faster and was about to hurt its foundation, Fang Ping's attack did not break its magical talent, but he would rather take a few more attacks from Fang Ping than continue to use his blood magical power.