An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Wu Chu's strength was already very strong, which made many people feel apprehensive.

But the road to immortal cultivation is not lacking in cultivators who refuse to admit defeat.

Even though many cultivators felt that Wu Chu was not easy to deal with, there were still some who did not believe it and insisted on going on stage to fight him.

Next, it was a scene of great embarrassment for the human cultivators, because after seven human genius cultivators came on stage, they were all killed directly or eaten alive by the golden-horned goat without exception.

Seven cultivators in a row, each of them was a proud son of heaven with a great reputation, and they were absolutely top-notch in terms of cultivation qualifications and their own strength.

But when facing this monster from Yunmengze, they were killed one after another by the opponent.

"Damn, this Wu Chu is so strong, do we need to send out a Saint Son-level warrior to fight him?"

"This Wu Chu has already beaten eight factories in a row, and he must be exhausted. If someone goes up and takes him down, it will not only save the face of our human cultivators, but his reputation will also spread throughout the continent."

"What a pity, I don't have the ability to fight for such a good opportunity to become famous."

"Who will play next? You must choose a stronger one."

Amid the discussions, the ninth person finally came on the stage. From the discussions of the people around him, Fang Ping learned that this person was also a famous genius, and he even had the experience of discussing with the Saint Son.

But such a talented disciple who was highly expected by others was also taken down by Wu Chu and became a dead soul under Wu Chu's claws.

"How could this be? Is Wu Chu the Holy Son of Yunmengze? Why is he so powerful?"

"What should we do? Who else in our human race can fight him?"

"Is there any Holy Son nearby? Please help us win back a victory."

Wu Chu, standing on the stage, held his head high and looked arrogant. After killing nine people in a row, he did not continue to speak, but just looked at the human cultivators calmly.

But at this moment, no human cultivator dared to look at him.

"He does have some tricks. If Master Ye Chang were here, he would definitely go on stage to fight him."

Fang Ping thought secretly in his heart. With his understanding of Ye Chang, if he encountered a chance to compete with an opponent like Wu Chu, Ye Chang would definitely not give up.

As for the final result, Fang Ping felt that if it was Ye Chang who had just entered the Tianyuan world, the winner would undoubtedly be Wu Chu.

But if Ye Chang was given a few years to travel around the world to improve his knowledge, the final result would be hard to say.

Seeing that the human race had not sent out any new opponents, Wu Chu snorted disdainfully and said, "The human race is nothing but that."

After saying that, it turned around and walked off the stage.

At this moment, all the human cultivators felt ashamed. With so many people present, they were suppressed by a monster. The human race was really embarrassed this time.

After Wu Chu stepped down, another strange bird monster the size of a crane, with green feathers and golden patterns, one leg and a white beak appeared on the stage.

"Bifang, it's actually Bifang."

"To be precise, it should be a monster with Bifang blood."

"It looks like it has 70% similarity to Bifang. It seems that it must have a very strong Bifang blood in its body."

"I know it. It's called Bilu. It seems to be one of the three super geniuses of the Bifang clan second only to the young master of Bifang."

If it were normal, people would have been excited to see such a genius.

However, when the opponent came on stage, the faces of the human monks became extremely ugly, because they knew very well that this Bilu seemed to be more difficult to deal with than the previous Wuchu.

"Bifang clan, Bilu, please ask the human Taoist to come forward and die."

Bilu didn't say much nonsense, and stood quietly aside waiting for the monk to come on stage.

The human side didn't let him wait too long, and soon a monk came on stage.

But this time, Bilu didn't even give the opponent a chance to introduce himself, and directly made a long rope of fire to tie the opponent. The opponent just struggled symbolically for a few times, and then was burned to ashes by the flames on his body.

The monk who was selected to go to the ring was definitely a first-class genius in the world in terms of strength and reputation.

However, in front of Bilu, he was defeated so thoroughly.

Not only him, but also several monks came up in succession. Their fate was the same as the first monk who came on stage. They were all easily killed by the opponent.

Fang Ping, who was standing far away and watching the battle, shook his head. It was not the human cultivators who were too weak that caused such a situation.

On the contrary, they were not weak, but very powerful.

But when facing Bilu and Wuchu, they were still defeated so easily. In the final analysis, it was due to the difference between the demon race and humans.

The genius demon race in the Nascent Soul Realm could already rely on their own blood advantages to deduce bloodline magical powers and practice under the guidance of their predecessors.

But human cultivators can only comprehend various skills step by step, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and sometimes the effect of using magical powers is not satisfactory.

So, rather than saying that these people lost to their opponents, it is better to say that humans lost to the bloodline talents of the demon race.

Time passed by little by little, and Bilu also killed nine people in a row and left the ring without looking back.

This time, it didn't even feel like looking at the human cultivators for a second, as if defeating a few human cultivators was not a big deal for him.

"This lame bird is really powerful. Even if I go forward, I dare not say that I will definitely win." Tu Lie said a few words seriously with a rare expression.

Fang Ping shook his head: "Brother Tu is too modest. If it is Brother Tu, he may be injured a little, but in the end, Brother Tu will definitely win."

Fang Ping was telling the truth. With Tu Lie's strength, he still has a great chance of winning against Wu Chu and Bi Lu.

"Do you really think so? Are you so confident in me?" Even Tu Lie himself felt that he could not beat the other party, but he did not expect Fang Ping to be so sure that he would win.

Fang Ping smiled and said softly: "Just telling the truth."

The two monsters who had won nine games in a row sat together, with a strong look of contempt in their expressions.

Similarly, the monster cultivators behind them also burst into excited, deafening roars and screams.

Not long after, another demon beast came on stage, but unfortunately this time he was unlucky and did not win nine games in a row like the previous two. He was stabbed to death by a human monk after winning five games in a row.

After that, both sides also had their wins and losses, but only Wuchu and Bilu could really win nine games in a row.