An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Evil beasts, even if I die today, I will drag you down with me." A Jindan cultivator who was being besieged by four Jindan monsters roared. He had lost an arm and half of his calf, and there was a fist-sized hole in his abdomen. After roaring, he threw out a hemp rope magic weapon to entangle the four monsters, and then decisively chose to self-destruct and die with the four monsters.

Elsewhere, a female foundation cultivator and another male cultivator stood back to back, wielding swords in their hands and slashing at the monsters surrounding them.

Although the battle had just begun, because there were too many monsters, after only a moment, due to excessive consumption and lack of strength, the brothers who formed a formation with them fell one after another and were eaten by the monsters.

Now only the two of them were left, covered in blood from someone unknown. They looked like bloody people. Although they used their weapons to kill and force the monsters back, they were already at the end of their strength. When facing the enemy, they only dared to use the power of the weapons themselves to slash and kill the enemy, and they were completely unable to use magic.

In comparison, the Yuanying monks of Woshen Mountain had an easier time. The weapons in their hands were powerful, and the battle formations were even more powerful. Some even had spiritual treasures in their hands. Even when facing Yuanying monsters that were several times their own, they did not show signs of defeat for a while.

At this time, the island had become a Shura field, with human monks and monsters dying almost every moment.

The monks of Woshen Mountain saw their fellow disciples die tragically, helplessly, or miserably. Even if they saw their friends being eaten by a group of monsters, they did not have much time to be sad and angry.

Because they knew very well in their hearts that they might follow in their footsteps in the next moment.

It is precisely because of this determination to die that the monks of Woshen Mountain attacked without hesitation, thinking that they would die anyway, so killing a few more monsters before dying would at least not be a loss.

As for the monsters, they obviously did not have so many thoughts. They were just summoned and forced by the upper monsters to attack the monks of Woshen Mountain.

Moreover, there was a blood sea formation around to stimulate their minds, making them not afraid of life and death at all. All they wanted was to tear the enemies in front of them to pieces or swallow the food they could see.

It was precisely because of this instinct of killing and eating that they not only attacked the monks of Woshen Mountain, but even if there were monsters nearby that were injured or dead, their bodies would be directly bitten and swallowed by the monsters nearby.

After Fang Ping in the cave found that he was exposed, he naturally stopped hiding it. He released his spiritual consciousness and saw the situation outside clearly.

At the same time, he was communicating with the treasure mirror, hoping that the treasure mirror could take them away.

Unexpectedly, the treasure mirror ignored Fang Ping's request, let alone helping Fang Ping escape, and even did not respond.

"Senior, look at how your disciples and grandchildren of Woshen Mountain died. Are you really going to just watch?"

"Even if you don't want to take me away, can you at least help them?"

"Senior Rongsheng and the others seem to be unable to hold on. Are you really not going to intervene?"

Not only Fang Ping, Zhao Linger was also in tears now. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously. Her smooth forehead made a muffled sound when it hit the ground, and blood kept splashing.

She didn't say anything because she really didn't know what to say. Whether it was asking Baojing to take her away or asking Baojing to save her fellow disciples, it was not what she wanted to see the most.

Outside the cave, the Black Dragon King and other big monsters had already arrived to attack again. Rongsheng and the others were also holding their seriously injured bodies and defending with all their strength with the determination to die.

"Grandmaster, why don't you take them away?"

"Is Woshen Mountain really going to fall here today?"

"Grandmaster, please help and protect the inheritance of Woshen Mountain."

Several great masters gritted their teeth and shouted, hoping to wake up the treasure mirror.

And their shouts were indeed responded to. Seeing the opponent's attack was unstoppable, with the power that seemed to smash the entire island directly, Rong Sheng and others could not stop it even if they tried their best, even at the cost of their lives.

Before the attack arrived, Rong Sheng and others' defense had been broken, and their attack power was still 60% to 70%.

If Rong Sheng and others did not escape under such a powerful attack, they would definitely be torn to pieces, with no body and soul left.

Not to mention them, even if the entire island would be bombed to pieces, no life on the island would have any hope of survival.

However, just when Rong Sheng and others had accepted their fate and waited for death with a bitter face, a palm-sized treasure mirror suddenly appeared.

There was no movement on the treasure mirror, not even any dazzling spiritual light, and the attacks of those great monsters who were undergoing the tribulation disappeared directly.

The next moment, the treasure mirror flashed, and these attacks actually shot out from the treasure mirror, killing the great monster along the trajectory they came from.

The monsters were horrified, because they did not hold back when they attacked, and now their attacks were hit back by the treasure mirror by some unknown means, so most of the monsters chose to dodge.

The people of Rongsheng were first overjoyed, then confused, and then desperate.

The happiness was naturally because their lives were temporarily saved, and the confusion was because the treasure mirror had recovered its power just a few days after it was given to Fang Ping.

As for despair, it was naturally because the power of the treasure mirror that had recovered for some reason was not used to protect Fang Ping and Zhao Linger, but was wasted here.

Although this treasure mirror is a treasure, the one who controls it is not a powerful Mahayana master. It cannot last long with its own power.

Even though everyone knows that the treasure mirror is powerful, the opponent has more than a hundred people who have passed the tribulation and at least one Mahayana monster.

It is impossible to deal with these monsters with the power of the treasure mirror alone.

Before Rong Sheng and others thanked the treasure mirror, Bai Cang's voice appeared in everyone's ears: "Wanli Mountain Mirror, you are here too!"

"My fellow Taoist, isn't it a bit too much for you to kill so many people?" A faint thought appeared in the treasure mirror.

"In order to find my only descendant, I will not do anything too much. If you think I am too much, you might as well return my son to me, and I promise to retreat immediately." Bai Cang said sternly.

Wanli Shanchuanjing's tone was still somewhat calm, as if he didn't care at all about the monks who were constantly injured and killed around him: "Your son is not here."

"You are the founder of Woshen Mountain, of course you won't admit it." Bai Cang said sarcastically.

"I know you won't believe it easily, but I still want to tell you that your son is not here."

"If he is not here, then where is he?"

"Give me a drop of your blood or his belongings, plus some enough natural treasures, and I can help you calculate it at the risk of being punished by heaven."