An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping once witnessed Elder Qin using soul-searching techniques on Tiansha Sect spies in the torture chamber of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The sight of the Sha Sect spy screaming that day is still vivid in my mind.

You must know that the person whose soul was searched at that time was a strong foundation-builder. Both his soul and his mind were extremely firm. Even ordinary injuries, even if his soul was injured, would be over with just a cry.

However, the souls that were searched at that time were only their miserable screams, which did not look like they came from the mouths of the foundation-building experts at all.

"Are you really planning to search for my soul?" Fang Ping frowned and said in a deep voice.

Jiang Zhenhuan sneered: "Haha, I'm just searching for souls. I blame you for knowing too many secrets. If you just rely on your own words, who knows if you will lie to us, who knows if you will do anything to us." hide."

Fang Ping asked again: "Do you know that soul searching is a forbidden technique in the world of immortality because it is too cruel and harmful to the world?"

The monk surnamed Han did not speak, but Jiang Zhenhuan said: "Of course I know it, and I know it quite well. It is precisely because we know the consequences of using the Soul Searching Technique that we are more determined to use it on you.

Hahaha, Fang Ping, just be prepared and enjoy soul searching.

I will plead with Uncle Shi and beg him to be slower when searching for souls, so that you can enjoy it for a while. "

After listening to Jiang Zhenhuan's words, Fang Ping turned his attention to the expressionless monk surnamed Han who was standing aside.

He smiled slightly and said: "If that's the case, then I have no choice but to defend myself."

As he spoke, Fang Ping's brows flickered, and a tyrannical consciousness enveloped the two of them. www.x33xs.com

Jiang Zhenhuan didn't feel anything because his consciousness cultivation was too low and he couldn't feel Fang Ping's consciousness at all.

But as a monk, he instinctively felt a sense of crisis.

He instinctively activated a divine consciousness defense weapon to block Xia Ping's divine consciousness.

However, Fang Ping did not attack him with his consciousness. His consciousness only enveloped Jiang Zhenhuan and the monk surnamed Han, allowing his soul to observe and monitor their every move at all times.

The monk surnamed Han keenly felt that there was no crisis coming, so he just released his spiritual consciousness, covering himself and Jiang Zhenhuan, blocking Xia Ping's spiritual consciousness.

As soon as the two people's spiritual consciousness came into contact, Fang Ping felt that the monk surnamed Han was indeed a foundation-building monk, and he was probably a monk in the middle stage of foundation-building. His soul was powerful, far beyond him.

Although his soul could not exert its full power in this mysterious realm of the fallen spirit, the depth he showed now already made Fang Ping feel a lot of pressure.

"Are you really just a Qi-refining monk with five spiritual roots?"

Feeling Fang Ping's soul cultivation, the monk surnamed Han was also greatly shocked.

This guy with five spiritual roots, his spiritual soul cultivation was far beyond his imagination, and even the opponent's spiritual soul cultivation was just a little weaker than him, who was a sixth-level foundation builder.

According to his estimation, Fang Ping's soul cultivation level may have reached the strength of the soul of a strong person at the third level of foundation building.

Fang Ping said nothing. While his soul enveloped the two of them, he each released a ray of consciousness and landed on the two puppets at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

These two puppets have been refined by him, and he originally planned to go find the monsters to test their power after leaving here.

Unexpectedly, these two guys actually came to the door.

His consciousness controlled the core of the puppet and rushed towards Jiang Zhenhuan, who was obviously weaker.

"Bang bang"

Before they even arrived, they had already sprayed out a spiritual spear to stab Jiang Zhenhuan.

"You actually can control them."

Jiang Zhenhuan was shocked again. He naturally recognized these two puppets. Deep in the secret realm, there were similar-looking puppets everywhere.

The core of the organization acquired by Tiangong Pavilion came from their bodies.

I originally thought that Fang Ping just didn't know how to get two puppets and put them around to bluff people.

After all, many people from each of the three forces brought puppets back to prepare for research.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ping was actually able to control them, and looking at the flexible and skillful movements of the two puppets, it was clear that Fang Ping was extremely skilled in controlling the puppets.

Jiang Zhenhuan took out a spear, waved his hand to break the attack from the two puppets, and then thrust the spear in his hand towards the shoulder joint gap of one of the puppets.

When they followed the Qi Yunzong team into the depths of the secret realm to hunt for treasure, they encountered countless puppet attacks.

Sometimes if you are unlucky, you may even have to face the siege of hundreds of puppets at the same time.

He has rich experience in dealing with these puppets.

As long as their joints are destroyed, many spells cannot be used, causing them to lose most of their power.

If their cores could be taken away, they would be like magic weapons that had lost their spiritual power, directly turning into a pile of parts.

However, before his spear could touch the joint holding the puppet, a spiritual shield lit up on the puppet's body, which bounced his spear back.

Jiang Zhenhuan opened his eyes and saw that at some point, all the joints on the two puppets suddenly lit up with spiritual light, covering and protecting the joints.

What shocked him even more was that the two puppets actually had a magic weapon in their hands.

Although it was only a high-grade magic weapon, each sword was shining with aura, and it was indeed emitting aura.

Jiang Zhenhuan was stunned. What's going on? How come this puppet can still hold weapons?

"Fang Ping, you, you..."

Jiang Zhenhuan pointed at the puppet and said incoherently.

Fang Ping said calmly: "Is it strange? Who told you that puppets can't use magic weapons?"

One of the puppets suddenly raised his hand and sent a blood-colored spiritual light towards Jiang Zhenhuan, who was confused.

Jiang Zhenhuan swept his spear across, sweeping away most of the blood-colored spiritual light, but the remaining half of the spiritual light still pierced Jiang Zhenhuan's neck.

"Throat-sealing blood nail!" Jiang Zhenhuan exclaimed, and the spiritual light of the defensive magic weapon on his body was shining, and a bronze plate appeared in front of the blood nail.

"Ding"

After a crisp sound, Jiang Zhenhuan's body-protecting spiritual light was nailed with a small hole that could not be restored for a long time.

The bronze plate used to defend against the blood nail also had a dent, and it was almost nailed through.

But even so, in the dent of the bronze plate, there was still a strange spiritual energy corroding the bronze plate, and the bronze plate emitted a puff of green smoke, and its spirituality was greatly lost, and its grade dropped sharply, and it was about to become a piece of ordinary iron.

Fang Ping secretly thought it was a pity, but he was not too disappointed. After all, Jiang Zhenhuan was a genius with three spiritual roots, and he had the support of his family. It was normal for him to have some treasures for self-defense.

"Despicable, even the vicious magic weapon like the blood nail was used. This is a magic weapon unique to the Tiansha Sect."

The throat-sealing blood nail is specially used to hit the throat, and it is extremely corrosive. Whether it is the flesh, spiritual power, or magic weapon, once it is contaminated, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It is difficult to expel it.

If a cultivator is accidentally hit by the blood nail in the flesh and cannot expel it in time, he can only watch it corrode the meridians and flesh bit by bit and turn it into a pool of blood.

Jiang Zhenhuan threw the bronze plate to the ground in a rage and cursed at Fang Ping.

"Vicious?" Fang Ping laughed and said, "No matter how vicious it is, can it be more vicious than the soul-searching technique?"

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