An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Although he stayed in Woshen Mountain for some time, Fang Ping did not have much affection for it.

If there was a way, Fang Ping would have left here early and went to Tianyuan World to find his mother.

But now he and Woshen Mountain were trapped here. They were already grasshoppers on a rope. Once the Zhoutian Xinghai formation was broken, monsters would swarm in. With the hatred between Fang Ping and the monsters, not to mention those Yuanying monsters, even the great monsters of Huashen might attack Fang Ping.

"Third elder, the elders of Dan Pavilion are here to ask about the elixir again." Outside Fang Ping's cave, a beautiful young female cultivator spoke respectfully.

Fang Ping walked out of the cave, handed a storage bag full of elixirs to the other party, and took a storage bag full of monster corpses from the other party.

"How is the battle situation now?"

In the past few months, the monsters have launched frequent attacks on Woshen Mountain. Although the formation has not been broken during this period, the frequent and high-intensity attacks have made the formation shaky, so that the cultivators who guard and control the formation to attack the monsters have been continuously attacked.

"The situation is not optimistic. According to Patriarch Deyou, if the monsters continue to attack like this recklessly, the formation may not be far away from being broken."

The female cultivator looked solemn when she spoke. After being besieged by monsters for so long, every cultivator in Woshen Mountain was under great pressure.

In fact, Woshen Mountain originally arranged a Yuanying elder to guard Fang Ping's cave and wait for orders.

But as the war became more intense, this young and beautiful female cultivator had to be sent to replace the other party.

"I understand. You can go down now."

"I'll take my leave, disciple!"

The female cultivator bowed respectfully and left. Fang Ping's spiritual sense swept through the inside of the formation. Sure enough, he saw the monks of Woshen Mountain doing their own jobs. Some were sitting cross-legged under the formation to maintain it, some were controlling the formation to attack the monsters outside the formation, and some were rushing around in the sect.

However, whether these monks were Jindan foundation-building monks with lower cultivation or powerful Yuanying monks, they all had one thing in common, that is, their breath was weak, their faces were solemn, and their condition was very bad.

It was obvious that their cultivation had been over-consumed during this period of time, or they were injured but could not rest in peace.

Just as Fang Ping's spiritual sense observed for a while, Fang Ping saw two Jindan monks who were controlling the formation spurting blood and flying backwards because they could not bear the backlash caused by the monster's attack.

But the next moment, two monks came quickly and replaced each other's positions. At the same time, two foundation-building monks flew over and put two pills into the mouths of the two Jindan monks.

The two of them said nothing, and even their expressions did not change much. They did not go to other places to heal their wounds. They just sat cross-legged on the spot, swallowed spiritual medicine and held spiritual stones to start healing.

In other places, there were many monks who looked equally exhausted, holding spiritual talismans, controlling the formation and launching various attacks to damage the monsters outside the formation.

However, they also looked like they were short of energy, their breath was weak, and their stamina was insufficient. It was obviously caused by fighting for a long time without getting enough rest.

In addition, Fang Ping also saw some monks holding weapons, forming a formation in groups of three or five, and then the monks controlled the formation to pull the monsters outside the formation into the formation. These monks who were waiting in a serious state rushed up and directly chopped the unfortunate monsters.

Looking outside the formation, countless monsters were fearless and attacked the formation with red eyes.

Sometimes, even if they saw all kinds of attacks flying out of the formation and falling on them, they did not dodge or avoid them, and let the attacks fall on them and die, and then their bodies fell to the ground, or were retrieved by the spiritual net or big hands sent by the formation halfway down.

Needless to say, the fate of the monster bodies that were retrieved was naturally gone, as for those monsters that fell into the sea, they would soon be swallowed up by the increasingly bloody and thick sea of ​​blood, leaving no bones.

Suddenly, a red-gold spear flew out from the light curtain of the formation, pierced through the chest of a Yuanying realm bald eagle, and flew out from its back.

Blood and rich demon spirit essence rushed from the bald eagle, and the bald eagle screamed and turned around to escape.

But the next moment, a figure flashed, and a Yuanying cultivator actually rushed out of the formation and came to the other side in an instant. A net-like magic weapon flew out of his hand to control the bald eagle. Then he slapped it with a slap, shaking the other side's soul, and then waved his hand to sprinkle countless sword lights, killing hundreds of low-level monsters around and collecting their corpses.

His set of movements was smooth and fluent, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he did it.

When the cultivator flashed back into the formation, the other Yuanying monsters outside didn't even react.

"Third Elder, are you out of retreat?" Before he finished speaking, Deyou's figure had already appeared beside Fang Ping.

"Senior, is the current situation of the sect so critical?" Fang Ping said.

"Yes, during this period, many monsters have come to support. Nine of the eighteen great monsters who have crossed the tribulation in the Zhenxian Palace have come, and the number of great monsters who have transformed into gods has exceeded one hundred." Deyou looked solemn, and his tone was full of helplessness.

Fang Ping's heart moved. After this period of seclusion, he had learned from the classics given to him by Woshen Mountain that the sea area where they were now located belonged to the Zhenxian Palace.

And this Siren Palace has been inherited for countless years. They have lived overseas for a long time and control the vast sea area bordering the land abandoned by the gods.

It is said that there are still three Mahayana monsters with good blood in the Immortal Zhen Palace.

And the demon prince who the demon clan keeps saying is lost should be the descendant of one of the Mahayana demon beasts.

"There should be Mahayana monsters on the other side already here to take control, right?"

Deyou transformed into a god and sighed helplessly: "We don't know about this, but judging from the reaction of the monsters during this period, I think a Mahayana monster has arrived."

This news made Fang Ping's heart sink to the bottom.

If even the Mahayana monsters have arrived, then the countdown to the destruction of Woshen Mountain seems to have begun.

"If that's the case, why does the opponent still send these low-level monsters to attack? If the Mahayana monster takes action himself, wouldn't our formation be broken instantly?"

Deyou analyzed: "It should be that the other party has not yet determined where the demon prince is, so it did not attack immediately, or the other party has some concerns for the time being. However, according to the speculations of the masters, maybe in these few days, that The Mahayana monster may break the formation."