An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After a successful attack, Fang Ping flew back without stopping.

He stretched out his hand and made a move, the six-edged brass mace flew back into his hand, the lightning flashed, and another six thunderbolts with a power close to the forty-nine thunder tribulations fell on the opponent's head.

The monk on the ninth floor of the foundation frowned slightly when he saw this. He originally wanted to pursue Fang Ping, but he did not dare to neglect in the face of such a powerful thunder.

"break"

He pinched the spirit art in his hand and painted in the air in front of him. The yellow-brown Yuan Power spurted out from his fingertips, and almost instantly a huge boulder condensed above his head.

The power of that boulder is not weak. Although it is not a spiritual weapon, its defensive power is indeed amazing. It actually blocked all Fang Ping's thunder.

"Who are you? You actually have two kinds of spiritual roots, ice and thunder, and you are also a fellow cultivator with multiple spiritual roots."

After blocking the thunder, he waved the long knife in his hand and slashed towards Fang Ping in the air.

Fang Ping did not dare to neglect, the ice and water attribute spiritual roots shone brightly, and he exerted streams of pure energy, condensing a water curtain in front of him, and behind the water curtain, there was an ice shield. www.qqxs9.com

Tun Haibei also appeared next to him and wrapped his body.

Fang Ping's superficial cultivation was weaker than his opponent's, and the highest of all his spiritual root cultivations was only the seventh-level Thunder Spirit Root.

Facing an opponent on the ninth level of foundation building and fighting across two small realms, Fang Ping had to go all out.

"Puff, click..."

The sword light struck by the opponent instantly broke through the defense of the water curtain and ice shield, and was about to break into a distance of ten feet in front of Fang Ping.

The wind and thunder wings behind Fang Ping vibrated violently, and his body retreated rapidly. Even with the help of the field field, which made him less affected by gravity, his speed was still not as fast as the opponent's sword light affected by gravity.

"Huh!" The sword light finally broke into the field. Under Fang Ping's full control of gravity, the speed of the sword light finally slowed down slightly.

Fang Ping seized the opportunity and slashed eighteen times with the agarwood sword. Each strike caused the majestic water-attribute aura to wrap around the sword's light. Before the sword's light stood before swallowing the sea shell, most of his power was consumed.

"bite"

The sword light, which had very little power left, struck the swallowing sea shell. It only caused ripples of spiritual light and did not cause any real damage to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping fell to the ground and gasped, and he and his opponent opened their mouths to swallow the elixir to restore consumption.

After a brief exchange, Fang Ping was not surprised but happy, because judging from the power of the sword just now, the opponent's strength at the ninth level of foundation building was not very stable.

And under the influence of the abnormal gravity here, the opponent's strength cannot be fully exerted at all.

"Who are you, how did you get in, and why did you kill my brother?" The other party said coldly again.

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to kill me and seize the spirit beast? Now that I'm here, you asked me who I am."

As Fang Ping spoke, the wings behind his back brought out the sound of wind and thunder. Facing the opponent on the ninth floor of the foundation building, he actually took the initiative to attack.

His body drew an afterimage in the air, and he was in front of the opponent in an instant. He held the sword in both hands and slashed at the opponent without hesitation.

The monk raised his sword to block, but after only blocking for a moment, his face became as dark as water and he began to dodge.

"High-grade spiritual weapons! Boy, you have so many treasures!"

Because he was shocked that Fang Ping possessed a high-grade spiritual weapon, he didn't realize that the gravity he was bearing had increased.

"So what if you have a high-grade spiritual weapon? I want to see if your cultivation can withstand the consumption of high-grade spiritual energy."

He sneered in his heart, but he was also secretly happy, because there is a common sense in the world of immortal cultivation that the more spiritual roots, the worse the qualifications. At the same level of cultivation, the strength of monks with multiple spiritual roots will definitely not be as good as others.

In his opinion, Fang Ping, a fellow cultivator with many spiritual roots, looked tyrannical, but in fact, the energy that each spiritual root could mobilize was extremely limited.

Although the power of high-grade spiritual weapons is powerful, it also consumes a lot of money.

The reason why many foundation-building monks do not use high-grade spiritual weapons is not because they are not available, but because the consumption of high-grade spiritual weapons is too high. Even the geniuses of some major sects can easily obtain high-grade spiritual energy if they need it.

However, few people use them, because the consumption is too high, even they can't bear it.

Therefore, he believed that Fang Ping's mere spiritual roots would be completely exhausted in a short time if he chopped them without regard for consumption.

What he didn't know was that at this time, the seven spiritual roots in Fang Ping's body erupted with five-color spiritual light at the same time, and streams of energy surged out from each spiritual root and merged into the water spiritual root.

These various attributes of the elemental power were instantly refined in the water spirit roots, and turned into streams of pure water elemental power that were unleashed by Fang Ping.

Even so, Fang Ping gradually began to feel that his energy was insufficient.

So he could only swallow the elixir and spiritual milk to recover, and then continue to transform his energy to continue slashing his opponents.

"A lot of consumption? How big?" Fang Ping sneered. What he was least afraid of now was consumption.

The opponent kept dodging, narrowly avoiding Taomu Sword's attacks again and again, and would never let his spiritual weapon come into contact with Fang Ping's.

The few pieces of low-grade spiritual energy on his body may be damaged or even scrapped if they come into contact with the peach wood sword even once.

"Arrow Book!"

"Soul-breaking Technique."

"Sword array!"

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation!"

After slashing dozens of swords in a row, he saw that the opponent was still vigorous and vigorous, and seemed to have not consumed much. While Fang Ping continued to control the attacks of the Taomu Sword, he also began to use other spells to force the opponent to confront him head-on.

"Bang bang!"

Two more muffled sounds, two ninth-level foundation-building puppets each holding the middle-grade spiritual weapons of Zhen Ming and Lu Yingxiang, slashed at their opponents without a word.

At first, the cultivator sneered at Fang Ping's fighting style.

As time went by, he gradually began to frown, not only because Fang Ping kept using various trump cards, but also because he was shocked to find that his movements were getting slower and slower, and his body began to feel more and more tired and weak.

Especially after the two puppets joined the battle, he felt more and more stressed.

He began to try to fight back, but Fang Ping had already prepared for it. Not only did he set up a series of defenses in front of him, but even the middle-grade defensive spiritual weapon Swallowing Sea Shell was shining with spiritual light and activated throughout the process.

At the same time, he also placed a ninth-level foundation-building puppet between the two. Once he started to fight back, the foundation-building puppet would immediately block the attack.

Gradually, his movements became slower and slower. Although he had a high level of cultivation, he did not spend too much time polishing his body.

As a result, under the strong gravity, his body was becoming more and more exhausted. Even with the help of Yuanli to resolve the loss of his body, as his consumption increased, the circulation and replenishment of Yuanli could not keep up with the consumption. If this continued, he would only be defeated.

"Hu" The peach wood sword came again with the attack of the two puppets.

At this time, he felt weak all over, especially his legs, which seemed to grow on the ground, and it was difficult to move.

His pupils shrank sharply, because Fang Ping's eyebrows were shining. Since the battle, he didn't know how many soul attacks appeared from Fang Ping's eyebrows and rushed into his eyebrows.

He was almost desperate. His opponent was obviously just a fellow cultivator of the seventh level of foundation building. How could he, a ninth level foundation building cultivator, not be able to beat him no matter how hard he tried?

In addition, the other party was young, but his soul cultivation was higher than his own.

But it was only a little higher, so how could the other party's soul attack be endless, so that now his soul energy was almost exhausted, but the other party seemed to be still full of energy.

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