An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Hey, there is such a saying, I've learned a lot." Fang Ping was surprised, but his purpose was not what the other party guessed, so he didn't care at all.

"You are a sinner in the Nascent Soul stage, but you don't even know this common sense?" The middle-aged man with a short beard was frightened, but he still showed the backbone he should have.

Fang Ping said: "I didn't say that I wanted you to sneak into the immortal group to work for me, you just thought too much."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Since this young man wants to enslave himself, if not to make him work for him, then why?

He really couldn't figure out why this young sinner did this.

"You will know later."

During their communication, Fang Ping had forcibly planted a soul seal in the other party's soul. From then on, as long as he had a thought, the other party could decide the other party's life or death.

"You want to control me, don't even think about it. Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

With that, the middle-aged cultivator prepared to self-destruct.

Fang Ping was totally surprised by his fierceness. Fortunately, his soul seal had been planted. Even if he wanted to self-destruct, he had to get Fang Ping's consent.

Just a thought, the short-bearded middle-aged man's soul felt a sharp pain, and the spiritual power that had just condensed in his body dissipated instantly. Now he was tortured by the soul seal and could only wail in pain.

"Is it fun? If you don't want to continue to endure the torture, I advise you to be obedient. Then I might give you a quick death."

Fang Ping retracted his hand seal. The middle-aged monk had already turned pale with pain, his eyes were dull, and sweat was pouring down his body.

"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged monk said weakly.

Fang Ping smiled, with a bit of teasing: "As the saying goes, bitterness will be followed by sweetness. You have been wronged and suffered just now, and now it's time to enjoy."

As he spoke, two green spiritual lights appeared in Fang Ping's eyes, and at the same time, the rich vitality emanated and fell into the body of the short-bearded middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man had not experienced a big battle, and all his aura was still intact. Even the soul that was dispersed by Fang Ping was forcibly reshaped by Fang Ping.

So when the vitality fell into the other party's body, the other party's aura did not increase too much.

After trying hard, Fang Ping frowned and had a hint of disappointment on his face.

On the contrary, after the torture of the soul seal, the middle-aged man with short beard was suddenly nourished by a large amount of rich vitality, and his whole body was extremely comfortable, which was more comfortable than the feeling of breakthrough and rebirth when he just formed the infant.

It's a pity that this feeling from hell to heaven did not last too long, and Fang Ping's fists and feet had already fallen.

Because he wanted to conduct an experiment, Fang Ping was very measured in his attack. He only beat the other party's body to pieces, the infant was broken, and the soul was scattered, but he did not hurt the root.

Fang Ping was very satisfied with this beating, but it made the middle-aged cultivator suffer.

Just now, he was still feeling the pleasure of the life force washing his whole body, and the next moment, he was beaten half to death, and he was taken care of from head to toe, but his roots were not hurt, and he couldn't fight back.

The middle-aged monk, whose face was mostly fleshless, half of his white teeth were exposed, and his speech was leaking, said painfully: "What do you want to do now?"

Fang Ping did not respond, and directly urged the Eye of Life Spring to release life force to cover the other party.

While Fang Ping replenished his life force regardless of consumption, his injuries were also recovering rapidly.

Fang Ping was quite satisfied with the recovery speed and treatment effect of the Eye of Life Spring. It didn't take long for the other party's injuries to recover completely, and the strength of both his body and meridians had improved a little.

"Very good, you can passively achieve the effect of breaking and then building. It seems that you practice very hard and your cultivation is very solid." Fang Ping praised.

The improvement was very weak, Fang Ping could see that the middle-aged monk who was the party also clearly sensed it.

At this moment, a terrifying thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

"What are you going to do, you pervert!" the middle-aged monk exclaimed.

This time it was Fang Ping's turn to be puzzled: "Why am I a pervert?"

"The opportunity you are talking about is to let me improve my cultivation by constantly breaking and then building, so that you can devour more energy?" The middle-aged cultivator gritted his teeth and said: "I tell you, you are wishful thinking."

Fang Ping was slightly surprised, because he did not expect the other party to guess such a result. He did not argue: "Why is it wishful thinking? Your life and death are completely controlled by me, and I can also restore your vitality. Isn't it just possible to achieve the goal in this way?"

"Because this method can't improve too much. Even if you repeat it like this a hundred times, it will only work at the beginning."

Fang Ping asked him again: "How do you know?"

"Because we have already tried this method on your sin clan countless times."

The two clans are in opposition, and they can also devour each other to obtain the other's spirit and spirit to improve themselves. If there is a chance, whether it is the sin clan or the immortal, they will definitely think about maximizing the benefits like Fang Ping.

The middle-aged cultivator's behavior of getting more benefits in this way is not too surprising to Fang Ping.

"Since you have done this before, and it seems that you have done it more than once or twice, I can also think that you have actually done even more cruel things to our ancient cultivators. In this case, then I am not being too harsh on you anyway."

"No, no, you can't do this to me!"

"You just said that we are enemies of blood and cannot live together. Whatever I do to you is within the scope of the rules of heaven and earth. If the rules of heaven and earth allow it, then why can't I do the same to you?"

As he spoke, Fang Ping did not give the other party a chance to explain. Fang Ping attacked again and punched and kicked the middle-aged cultivator again, but compared to the last time, his attack was much heavier this time. Not only did he lose three of his limbs, his internal organs were broken, and even his head was incomplete.

The Nascent Soul was also beaten to pieces, leaking air everywhere, his soul was scattered, and cracks appeared in his origin.

When Fang Ping stopped, the middle-aged cultivator was already dying. The powerful Nascent Soul was lying on the ground and could not move.

"Kill me!" The middle-aged cultivator was no longer able to speak, and could only send a voice to Fang Ping, but even if he sent a voice, he was extremely weak.

"Don't worry, I just started to test the power of the Eye of Life Spring, how can I kill you so easily?"

While speaking, the Eye of Life Spring began to release vitality again to heal the middle-aged monk.

Fang Ping's purpose of not killing the other party was actually very simple. In addition to testing whether the two opposing parties could cast soul seals on each other, it was also to test the power of the Eye of Life Spring.

Of course, there was a more important point, which was to try whether the immortals healed by the Eye of Life Spring could provide more vitality.