An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Zhang Mou's loss of consciousness was not simply a matter of his eyes being unable to see. Even his spiritual perception became chaotic at this moment.

When masters fight, even the slightest mistake may affect the final result.

Moreover, the opponent has already killed him in front of him, but he has such a big problem. Needless to say, the ending is natural.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound, before Zhang Mou could even come to his senses, Bei Zhi's long stick had already hit Zhang Mou's head firmly.

Blood mist splashed, and Zhang Mou disappeared from the spot, and even his Nascent Soul had no chance to escape.

A Nascent Soul genius, a natural sword body, a strong man who was hard to beat in the eight states, just turned into blood mist in front of everyone.

Rich soul energy and Nascent Soul essence were everywhere. Before the vision of the Nascent Soul's fall appeared, Bei Zhi had already grabbed the scattered energy essence in his hand and turned it into a white jade pill and swallowed it into his mouth.

After a moment of silence, a roar suddenly erupted from the void: "Evil beast, how dare you kill my disciples of the Bicang Sect, die!"

A huge hand appeared out of thin air and slapped down towards the ring below.

At the same time, a strong pressure spread out, making all the Nascent Soul and Transformation cultivators present tremble.

"Tribulation pressure, is this person a tribulation master of the Bicang Sect?"

"That must be it, Zhang Mou is one of the best super geniuses among the young cultivators of the Bicang Sect. Now there is no body left, they must be angry."

"Did you see it clearly? How come he was defeated suddenly when he was fighting well?"

Just as everyone was discussing, a black claw with a face appeared and blocked the palm that hit the ring.

The palms and claws clashed, without too strong sound and light effects, nor did they release any terrifying pressure, but the nearby Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation cultivators still felt a huge shock in their hearts, as if they were being watched by a world-destroying calamity, which made them shudder, and they could not even think of resisting at all.

"You humans are still as bad as ever. Life and death are determined by fate in the ring. If you are beaten to death, it is only because you are not good at learning. If everyone is like you, what is the point of fighting?"

A slightly old voice resounded in all directions. Although the other party's identity was unknown, it was confirmed that the other party must be a great tribulation-crossing master of the demon race.

"Stop talking nonsense. The murderer who killed my human race's pride must be punished."

Before the great man of the Bicang Sect could make a move, the great man of the demon clan spoke again: "My demon clan's prince was auctioned off by you humans. How dare you speak nonsense here? If you don't accept it, I will fight with you."

"Okay, today I will subdue the demons and exorcise the devils."

Then the two men's auras disappeared. They must have gone to find a place to exchange ideas.

Without the pressure from the two great men who had crossed the tribulation, the cultivators finally dared to continue discussing.

However, Fang Ping was curious about the pupil technique that Bei Zhi had just performed.

I don't know if others saw it clearly, but Fang Ping saw it clearly. The pupil technique performed by the opponent can directly invade the soul, making the opponent's soul chaotic for a moment.

If this trick is used well, it will be much stronger than his current pupil technique.

Since obtaining the Eye of Delusion, Fang Ping has only obtained the Clear Spirit Liquid and the Divine Water of Distraction and Confusion due to the cultivation conditions. Therefore, he can only cultivate the first two levels of the Eye of Delusion, and master the ability to see through the weaknesses of the formation and distract the mind.

As for the materials needed for the third level of the Eye of Destruction, there is still no where to go.

"Are you curious about its pupil technique?" Tu Lie's voice appeared again.

Fang Ping turned his head to look at the other party, wondering why the other party took the initiative to communicate with him again.

However, he did not care too much and nodded affirmatively: "Then Bei Zhi's pupil technique seems to have some tricks."

"It is indeed a little tricky. It is one of the innate magical powers of the Golden Silk Fire Ape Clan. However, it is only useful for opponents whose soul cultivation is weaker than oneself or equal to oneself, and if the opponent is on guard, the effect will be worse."

Although Tu Lie said so, there was still a trace of obvious envy on his face.

This kind of trick that can easily affect the opponent's soul, even if there are some restrictions in its use, as long as it is used well, it is also a big killer.

Fang Ping did not comment, because he knew better than anyone how important a powerful pupil technique was.

"Thank you, Brother Tu, for telling me." Fang Ping was polite symbolically. Tu Lie grinned casually, and then stopped talking to Fang Ping and continued to pay attention to the formation below.

Because after killing Zhang Mou, Bei Zhi did not take the initiative to step down, but swallowed a drop of unknown spiritual liquid on the stage and sat cross-legged to recover.

He had been fighting with Zhang Mou for a long time, and his condition was not at his peak. Now, instead of stepping down, he recovered on the stage. Such behavior of not taking human cultivators seriously naturally aroused the anger of the human side.

So, even if a group of people rushed to the stage, whether they were to pick up the leak or really to help the human race regain face, they were finally beaten by a young man in a black robe.

After he entered the stage first, the formation covering the stage was directly closed, and outsiders could not enter it at all.

"It's him, another genius who is a half-step saint."

"I recognize him, he seems to be Lou Ye from Zhaixing Tower."

"What do you mean by seems, he is Lou Ye, a silver-star killer ranked in the top five of Zhaixing Tower."

"Ah? Zhaixinglou? Assassin? The notorious Zhaixinglou that only cares about money and not people?"

"Isn't it Zhaixinglou? Look at the five silver stars on his collar, which means that his rank in Zhaixinglou is a five-star silver star assassin."

From the discussion of the crowd, Fang Ping knew that Lou Ye actually came from the famous Zhaixinglou, a mysterious sect that is extremely good at concealing assassinations.

It is said that they always care about money and not people. As long as they are paid, they will find ways to kill the opponent regardless of gains and losses.

Even if the price they pay has already exceeded the reward they receive, they will not give up easily.

And this Lou Ye is the best among them. Since his debut in the foundation-building period, every mission has been perfectly successful, and there has never been any record of failure.

The five silver stars representing the strongest assassin in the Nascent Soul Realm of Zhaixinglou are the best proof.

So, when Lou Ye appeared, it was natural that the cultivators present were so excited.

While listening to people's discussions, Fang Ping became even more curious about the Zhaixing Tower. He didn't expect that there would be such a sect in the Tianyuan world. Didn't the powerful people from those big forces and sects ever think of destroying it?