An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping stopped and looked at the golden lion, which was covered in bruises and purples, with blood all over its golden fur, and was charred and miserable. Fang Ping raised the corner of his mouth and joked: "Why did you stop? Could it be that you agreed to be my mount?" "

The golden lion, who was already a little submissive, suddenly became furious: "You fart, I will never be your mount even if I die."

Fang Ping looked curious: "If that's the case, why did you say stop?"

The little lion hesitated for a moment, his two heads and four eyes turning rapidly: "Master, I just think it's very boring to keep doing this trick over and over again. Can't you change to another trick?"

Fang Ping still smiled and said: "I see, but if I use other tricks, I'm afraid I'll kill you with one move."

This was said casually, but it was particularly harsh in the little lion's ears.

"You fart, sir, I am such a genius, how could I be beaten to death by you so easily?" The little lion secretly took out the spiritual object from the storage ring to recover, while cursing.

Its little movements were completely seen by Fang Ping, but Fang Ping did not expose it and just said lightly: "If that's the case, then I will cause a thunder disaster for fun."

Before the little lion with eyes widened and a dull expression responded, Fang Ping asked with concern: "Which level of thunder do you like, five-nine, six-nine, or seven-nine? Well, of course, if you like eight If it comes to the Nine Thunder Tribulations, I am willing to sacrifice my life to accompany you, and go through the calamity with you."

Which one do I like?

Young Master, I only like Thunder Tribulation because of my mental illness.

You clearly know that my young master is a monster and is most afraid of catastrophe, but you still ask like this. Aren't you just looking for trouble?

"Why don't you say anything? Could it be that your bloodline magical power is so powerful that you can completely ignore the catastrophe?"

"No, no, Master, I don't like heavenly tribulation." When the little lion saw Fang Ping, he immediately made a gesture with his hands. His aura began to surge, as if he was about to trigger the heavenly tribulation. It was so frightened that it quickly interrupted Fang Ping.

Just kidding, how can I, a Nascent Soul monster that has almost run out of fuel, withstand the torment of the heavenly tribulation?

"This won't work, that won't work either. I think you should just agree to be my mount. If you keep delaying like this, when my patience runs out, I'll kill you on the spot."

As Fang Ping spoke, several spiritual treasures on his body suddenly appeared, including ice crystals between his eyebrows, a golden knife in his left hand, a thunder bamboo in his right hand, and phoenix flames flying around him.

At the same time, aura of rules spread out from Fang Ping's body, making Fang Ping look even more heroic and powerful. He didn't look like he had just fought with a little lion.

Looking back at the little lion, it still has not fully recovered from its injuries at this time. Even though it has secretly swallowed the treasure to recover, it cannot recover much combat power in a short period of time.

"No, young master, I am the number one genius of the Golden Lion generation. I am an invincible strong man at the same level. I will be able to ascend to the upper world in the future. Even if I die, I will not be your mount."

Knowing that Fang Ping's strength far surpassed his own, putting down his pride and surrendering to Fang Ping was the limit that the little lion could accept.

If you want it to be Fang Ping's mount, it will never agree.

Fang Ping snorted softly: "If you are so ignorant, then you should die."

After saying that, Fang Ping no longer waited for the little lion to speak. The golden knife in his hand turned into a stream of light and flew towards the little lion. At the same time, lightning flashed in the thunder bamboo in his hand, and a bolt of thunder with the power of the Five Nine Thunder Tribulation flew out from the front of the thunder bamboo. Go straight to the little lion.

The gravity field combined with Liuye Lingbao's space blockade simultaneously enveloped the little lion.

"Hoar... break it for me!"

The little lion raised its two heads to the sky and roared. The momentum in his body was soaring. He once again spit out the two spiritual treasures of golden light and fire beads and threw them to the left and right respectively, trying to break the gravity field and space blockade.

"Buzz" a strange aura emitted, and the gravity field was instantly broken. At the same time, the surrounding space shook, and the space blockade was also broken by the little lion.

When it was about to dodge and escape, it suddenly found that the gravity field fell on it again, forcing it to pause its escape and take action.

The little lion is naturally extremely powerful, and he also possesses a spiritual treasure. Naturally, the methods used by Fang Ping cannot trap him for a long time.

But relying on the gravity field and space blockade to delay the little lion for a moment is enough.

When the little lion once again broke through the space blockade and gravity field, it suddenly felt a cold air coming. I don't know when, patches of white frost appeared on its body.

When it discovered the abnormality and wanted to run the exercises to drive away the cold air, it discovered that the frost had actually frozen the flesh, flesh and meridians where the frost was located, making it difficult to lift the Qi, and even the limbs of the body were a bit incessant. .

In a battle between masters, any slight disadvantage may bring extremely serious consequences to oneself.

But now, the little lion was actually sealed silently by Fang Ping's ice.

If it had noticed it earlier, it would definitely have used its bloodline magical power to freeze the cold air outside its body.

Although it only takes a moment of thought to break this move, this short moment is enough for Fang Ping's attack to come to it.

What's more, above his head, accompanied by space fluctuations, a nine-story golden pagoda appeared from the void, and a faint spiritual light appeared, suppressing and shrouding it.

Seeing the golden sword coming through the air, the thunderbolt came first and arrived in front of him.

The little lion's heart is full of ghosts. If he is targeted by these attack methods, he may die in the next moment.

"Bah, break, break!"

The little lion shouted three times, and whether it was the space blockade, the gravity field, or the ice crystal cold air, it was all forcibly broken by the little lion using his bloodline magical power and his own strength.

At the same time, it also gathered all its strength to try to block the golden sword and thunder.

"Puff" "Boom"

There was a muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting through the hair and a roar of thunder. After all, the little lion could not escape or resist.

There were multiple half-foot-long wounds under its flaming red head, and its golden head was struck by thunder.

Immediately afterwards, the nine-story golden pagoda that was blown away by it fell rapidly from a high altitude and hit its back heavily.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

The little lion was furious. The self-esteem and confidence it had cultivated for so many years were severely torn to pieces at this moment.

A little lion who always regarded himself as an invincible genius, but when Fang Ping took action seriously, he didn't have much ability to resist, just like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"You don't mean too much if you want to kill me."

Fang Ping's tone was calm, with a bit of disdain and indifference towards the little lion.

While talking, Fang Ping did not stop, and the golden knife continued to attack, piercing the little lion's left leg again.

Fang Ping, on the other hand, pointed a long bow at full length at the little lion. A long arrow composed entirely of phoenix flames shot out of the air under the blessing of the flame rules. The little lion was unable to dodge and was nailed into the chest by the flame sword. , flying out from the back.