An Ordinary Path to Immortality

If you want to use the blood talisman to absorb the immortal's spirit, you must kill the opponent.

But the immortals will definitely not stand there stupidly for you to kill them. They must go through a life-and-death battle. Since they have to fight, their vitality will inevitably be reduced as their spiritual power, soul and body are depleted.

If you can make the opponent on the verge of death with only one breath left, in a state where you can kill him at will, or simply force the soul seal on the opponent, and then use the Eye of Life to completely restore the opponent's vitality.

In this way, the spirit, energy and spirit of an immortal are in an absolutely perfect state. Killing such an immortal will naturally absorb more spirit, energy and spirit than those monks who were killed.

"This is a new idea. Anyway, the Eye of Life only needs to consume some chaotic energy, and there is no other loss for me."

As for chaotic energy, unless there is a special situation, it doesn't matter how much it consumes.

"Who is ahead? How dare you commit a murder here?"

A powerful divine sense enveloped him, but Fang Ping acted too quickly, killing all the opponents in an instant.

So much so that at the other end of the market, the four Yuanying masters who were not far away hesitated for a moment and could no longer sense the breath of their fellow disciples.

They were very anxious, but before they arrived, the divine sense had already enveloped the place, and then they found that there was no one here, but there were six sets of clothes with the breath of their fellow disciples on the ground, but the murderer could not be found.

The market was not big, and it was just a matter of a moment for Yuanying cultivators.

When the four immortal cultivators arrived, Fang Ping had already hidden in the void, and was frantically injecting vitality into the bodies of the two immortals.

When Fang Ping freed his hands and turned his attention to the four people, the look he gave them had changed from the hatred that the ancient clan had when they looked at the immortals to the look of a hunter looking at his prey now.

In his opinion, these immortals who were not too strong were the prey he urgently needed to capture and test his ideas.

"Buzz"

The space vibrated, and the four guys who had not figured out the situation were instantly blocked by the willow leaves and could not move.

Then Fang Ping used the gravity field again, but this time his target was only one of the middle-aged men with short beards.

To deal with this kind of Yuanying cultivator with ordinary cultivation strength, Fang Ping did not use too many spells to deal with it.

The middle-aged man with short beard was first blocked and suppressed by the willow leaf magic treasure, and then was enveloped by the gravity field, making him use all his strength, his face flushed, but he could not break free at all.

The moment the other few people were stunned by the sudden space blockade, the middle-aged man with short beard had disappeared from their sight and was taken into the void space by Fang Ping.

"Where is this, who are you? What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man with short beard has lived for hundreds of years and is also a well-informed Yuanying strongman, but at this moment, his mind is blank and he can't figure out what happened to him at all.

How come the good space was suddenly sealed, and then there was the gravity field, and finally he appeared here inexplicably.

Hundreds of years of cognition told him that there were naturally cultivators who could perform these magical skills, but they were basically strong people at the level of transformation and above.

Among the cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, even the saints of the major holy places could only master one of them at most, and even if they mastered one of them, the power they exerted would not be so strong.

"Could these people have been killed by powerful people?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and he denied it the next moment.

Because a young man with the aura of a Nascent Soul appeared in front of him.

"Nascent Soul Realm? How is that possible?"

The middle-aged cultivator stared at Fang Ping and looked at him carefully: "You trapped me here?"

Fang Ping nodded: "Yes, it was me!"

Then the middle-aged cultivator sensed the aura of the sinners on Fang Ping: "You are from the sinners?"

The short-bearded middle-aged man exclaimed. At this moment, he fully understood the ins and outs of the incident, and at the same time, he was sure that he was trapped here by this young man.

"Congratulations, the answer is correct." Fang Ping had a calm smile on his face: "Then I will reward you with a great opportunity."

After saying that, without giving the other party a chance or time to respond, the colorful butterfly flew out of the spirit beast bag, cooperated with Fang Ping to perform the space barrier, and then cooperated with Fang Ping's gravity field and space blockade, firmly trapped him in front of his eyes and unable to move.

The short-bearded middle-aged man used all his spiritual power to call for magic weapons to try to escape, but everything was in vain. For a cultivator, his body was controlled by the other party and he was at the mercy of the other party, and the opponent also had an irreconcilable feud with him.

In this situation, it seemed unreasonable for him not to be afraid.

He tried several times but found that he could not break free from the restraints at all. Even his soul was forcibly sealed by Fang Ping.

Given the hatred between the Sin Clan and the Immortals, it would be normal for them to knock each other's heads out as soon as they met.

But now Fang Ping was just controlling him and did not take the next step, which made him feel even more terrified: "What do you want to do? I am not good at learning martial arts and I fell into your hands. It's my fault. You can kill me or cut me up as you like."

He knew very well that he was no match for the Sin Clan, but was controlled by the Sin Clan instead of being killed. This was definitely the worst situation.

He even began to imagine himself being tortured by the other party.

Fang Ping looked at this guy with mediocre cultivation and nodded with satisfaction: "I'll give you a chance. Let go of your soul and accept my enslavement. I'll give you an opportunity."

"Don't even think about it!"

"Don't worry. Don't you want to know what kind of opportunity I will give you?"

The middle-aged man with a short beard snorted: "Bullshit opportunity. You are a descendant of the sin family, and I am an immortal. You and I are born opposites. Unless you are kicked in the head by a donkey, you will think of giving me an opportunity."

If you want to say that he is afraid of death, he is definitely afraid of death, but he knows better what will happen to an immortal who falls into the hands of the sin family, just like when one sin family after another fell into his hands before.

Fang Ping didn't expect him to agree easily: "Since we can't reach an agreement through negotiation, we can only use force."

As Fang Ping said, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the other party's brow.

The divine light flashed at his fingertips, and a dragon-shaped soul rushed straight into the other party's soul space, crushing the other party's soul with a devastating gesture, but the other party's soul essence was completely preserved under Fang Ping's deliberate control.

"No, what are you doing, stop it."

"What? Didn't I tell you before, let go of your mind and accept my slavery."

"You are wishful thinking, you and I are blood enemies, and heaven will not tolerate it. Even if you plant a soul mark in my soul, it will be like a bright light in the dark night, and other immortals will recognize it at a glance."