An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After the seventh layer of restrictions was refined, Fang Ping had to stop refining.

He sat cross-legged and stretched out his hand. The monk surnamed Han who was not far away was directly sucked over by Fang Ping.

There was not much time left. The secret realm would soon be closed. Inheriting Tong Wu's memory, he was very clear about the power of the Falling Spirit Array after the secret realm was closed.

He was not blindly confident that he could last for thirty years in the secret realm.

So he needed to quickly recover his soul and refine the next two layers of restrictions before the secret realm was closed, and he also needed to leave enough time for himself to leave the secret realm.

He placed his palm on the brow of the monk surnamed Han, and directly absorbed and devoured the remaining consciousness of the other party, turning it into his own soul energy.

At the same time, he was also fully operating the Tiangui Sutra, absorbing and refining the soul mist floating in his soul, turning it into his own soul energy to replenish the consumption.

The soul of the monk surnamed Han was soon devoured by Fang Ping. With the collapse of his consciousness space, the life of this foundation-building monk also came to an end.

Fang Ping hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not destroy the other's body. He just threw it aside temporarily to concentrate on recovering his soul.

Soon he sank his consciousness into the puppet again. The previous few restrictions had been refined. Inheriting Tong Wu's rich experience in controlling puppets, he only needed a thought to directly reach the eighth restriction.

However, what surprised Fang Ping was that the eighth restriction was not as difficult as Fang Ping guessed.

On the contrary, it was extremely simple, and it could even be said that it was an opportunity for Fang Ping.

As soon as his consciousness entered the eighth restriction, he was immediately pulled into the restriction by a strong force and began to extend continuously in the restriction.

This force was very strong, but not fierce. On the contrary, it was somewhat gentle. Fang Ping could not resist it at all with his strength. Helplessly, he could only let the restriction take his soul into the restriction and extend into the restriction.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang... until Fang Ping's consciousness reached the limit of more than nine hundred zhang, Fang Ping observed through his consciousness that there was a light about a hundred zhang ahead.

Fang Ping's heart moved, and he felt that the light should be the core of the eighth level of restriction.

As long as his consciousness extended another hundred zhang to a thousand zhang, he should be able to complete the eighth level of restriction.

In fact, Fang Ping's guess was not wrong. The eighth level of restriction did require a thousand zhang of consciousness to be completed.

A thousand zhang distance is definitely not easy for a cultivator with a fifth level of foundation building soul cultivation, but it is not impossible to complete.

Fang Ping's soul itself is solid enough, and his soul strength is strong enough. Now his consciousness extends about nine hundred zhang, that is because he does not have enough time to refine and temper his consciousness.

But the foundation of the soul is here, Fang Ping feels that it is not impossible for his consciousness to reach a thousand zhang.

Facing the eighth level of restriction, Fang Ping didn't need to temper his consciousness at all, because when his consciousness reached its limit, the force of attraction did not disappear, but continued to pull Fang Ping's consciousness forward. x33xs.com

Such a change scared Fang Ping, but he soon calmed down, because his consciousness was slowly extending forward at this time.

Although this process was painful, it was like someone was pulling out his soul, pulling it out strand by strand, making him feel a headache.

He carefully controlled his soul to keep this strand of consciousness continuous.

Otherwise, if the consciousness was torn off, it would not feel more comfortable than fighting with others.

Although the process was uncomfortable, fortunately his soul was solid enough to resist the pull of the restriction in the end, and the light at the end was still not broken.

Although he had been prepared, when his soul touched the light spot and the information that the restriction was refined was fed back, he still felt happy.

Along with the information about the completion of the refining, there was also information about the refining of the ninth level of the restriction.

"Thirty-three thousand-foot spiritual consciousnesses."

Fang Ping suddenly felt a headache. Just one thousand-foot spiritual consciousness made him feel that his brain was drained. If it happened more than thirty times, wouldn't his brain be drained?

But at this point, he had no possibility of retreating. Even in pain and difficulty, he had to continue to persevere.

But after he calculated the time, he felt that his time seemed to be insufficient.

Not only did he have to temper his spiritual consciousness now, but there was also a puppet next to him, and then there was the inheritance behind the door.

But now it was less than a day before the secret realm was closed.

After a little hesitation, Fang Ping decided to speed up and take a risk.

Victory was in sight, and there was absolutely no reason to give up halfway.

So he simply didn't rest, and directly extended a wisp of spiritual consciousness to enter the eighth level of the restriction again.

Although it had been refined, the pulling force still existed, allowing Fang Ping to use the restriction to continue to condense his spiritual consciousness.

While Fang Ping's consciousness was being pulled by the restriction, he was also using the Heavenly Puppet Scripture to refine his consciousness.

In this way, Fang Ping took two approaches at the same time, and the speed of condensing the thousand-foot consciousness was naturally much faster.

However, there is no shortcut for any problem involving the soul and consciousness.

Whether relying on the restriction or Fang Ping's own condensation, the speed is not too fast.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Ping only condensed ten consciousnesses.

He was sweating profusely and his face was pale. Although he was sitting cross-legged, his shoulders seemed to have no strength and could not support his head at all. Fang Ping's head drooped deeply.

He gasped for air, looked at the door behind the puppet with complicated eyes, and his face was full of strong hesitation.

"Fang Ping, the secret realm is about to close. Let me go. You want to die here, but I don't."

Finally, I didn't know when I regained consciousness. Jiang Zhenhuan, who had been hiding in the corner pretending to be dead, could no longer pretend.

Fang Ping glanced at the other party and said, "I just didn't kill you for the time being, not that I was going to let you go."

Jiang Zhenhuan said anxiously, "Fang Ping, listen to my explanation. It's all this guy's fault. This guy forced me to do it. I am innocent."

He pointed at the body of the monk surnamed Han and explained to Fang Ping.

However, Fang Ping didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and said lightly, "Throw your storage bag over here."

Jiang Zhenhuan didn't dare to delay, and quickly took off the two storage bags on his body, untied the mark by himself and threw them in front of Fang Ping.

Fang Ping did not pick it up directly, but controlled a ninth-level Qi Refining puppet that Tong Xianyi had given him to pick up the other party's storage bag and dump all the items on the ground.

Two storage bags, one of which contained some magic tools and elixirs used by Jiang Zhenhuan and some other sundries.

However, the best of these things was just a top-grade magic tool, which was not in Fang Ping's eyes at all.

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