An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping suddenly remembered that before his consciousness fell into darkness, he seemed to see a doll appearing in front of him.

He quickly touched his arms and found that the scapegoat he had put in his arms before the teleportation had disappeared.

As Fang Ping expected, the one who saved Fang Ping's life was the scapegoat that he had obtained from Jiang Zhenhuan in the secret realm.

"I didn't expect that what saved me in the end was just a magical weapon."

Fang Ping lamented that many of the treasures on his body had no effect at all when he faced a life-threatening crisis. Even the wooden toad did not respond at all. In the end, it was the scapegoat that saved him.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Fang Ping reacted instantly: "If I'm not dead, then where am I now? Also, my cultivation..."

He tried to open his eyes, but despite repeated efforts, he couldn't even do something as simple as opening his eyes.

At the same time, he also discovered the current condition of his body.

The wound that was cut in half by the space crack has recovered, but it still hurts and has not fully healed.

The flesh was shriveled, the energy and blood were depleted, and the whole body was in severe pain. The wounds cut by the cracks in the passage also did not recover, and even bones were exposed in many places.

The meridians all over the body were severed, and there was almost no intact place. The energy in the body was completely dissipated and not a drop was left.

The Dantian is cracked, the source is dried up, the spiritual roots are shrunken, and there is almost no trace of spirituality.

His soul space collapsed until only a faint trace of spiritual light was left. He was no different from a mortal who had not yet developed his soul. The original villain of the soul now had only a mere source of faint divine light hidden in the weak soul space. Protect the true spirit.

And in the true spirit, there are actually cracks all over it, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.

The various protective spiritual weapons on his body before entering the teleportation array had already been destroyed in the space cracks.

The storage ring is still there, but he can't open it at all, because his current soul energy is simply not enough to support the seal and restriction he placed on the storage ring when he opened the ninth level of his foundation.

The two strange fires are still there, but their light is dim and their spirituality is gone. Only a rub of burnt charcoal is left in the fire root and heart.

The several storage bags he had hung on his body to hide from others all disappeared, but the spirit beast bag containing Xiao Wu was still there, which made Fang Ping feel very lucky.

"Okay, okay, at least I'm still alive, and my various treasures haven't been lost!" Fang Ping comforted himself in his heart.

Although miserable is not enough to describe Fang Ping's situation, the foundation for his re-emergence is still there, so he has hope of making a comeback.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fang Ping is now just like a mortal.

In fact, Fang Ping's current condition seems to be worse than that of a mortal. At least a mortal would have died from such a serious injury, but Fang Ping has to continue to bear it.

He struggled to wake up, but could not open his eyes.

It was precisely because of his struggle that a trace of vitality appeared in his body. The black-faced monk who was carrying him and preparing to throw him off the flying boat was also keenly aware of Fang Ping's abnormality.

"Hey, senior brother, look, he's not dead!"

The short-bearded middle-aged man took a closer look and said in disbelief: "It was clear that life had been cut off just now, and it was no different than a dead person. Now it is sprouting life, and there seems to be signs of recovery."

"This kid is so lucky, he was just a few seconds away from being thrown down!" the black-faced monk chuckled.

"Suffering such a serious injury, his physical body was almost completely destroyed, and yet he was able to recover. Could it be that he has some kind of treasure in his body?"

The short-bearded middle-aged man twirled his beard and thought. The black-faced monk's eyes lit up and he quickly searched Fang Ping's body.

Needless to say, the result was that except for a ring, a spirit beast bag and a teleportation token that had been found just now, nothing else was found.

"There are no treasures. Senior brother, do you think this ring is a storage ring?" When the treasure was not found, the black-faced monk simply took out the rings he had collected and played with them.

"Looking at his miserable appearance, if it was a storage ring, it must have been snatched away by the demon cultivator who tortured him. What's more, he is just a monk on the first or second level of Qi Refining. How could he have a storage ring? ?”

"Senior brother said it, then it's not a storage ring or something, and it doesn't seem like something extraordinary."

"It should just be an ordinary ring made of good material." The short-bearded middle-aged man calmly took the ring and looked at it for a while before wearing it on his hand: "Not to mention, it looks good on me!"

The black-faced monk curled his lips without saying anything. He picked up the ancient teleportation order and asked, "Senior brother, what is this thing? It doesn't seem to be a magic weapon. It doesn't respond to the input of spiritual energy."

"I don't know. It's probably not a good thing. If you like it, just keep it. You'll find out when you go back to the sect after your shift is over."

As for the spirit beast bag, because of the prohibition of divine consciousness, even though they knew that there must be a spirit beast in the spirit beast bag, they were only at the ninth level of Qi Refining and could not even open the soul, so they could not open it at all.

The black-faced monk casually put it into his arms, preparing to ask someone to lift the seal after returning to the sect.

"Then what to do with this guy?" After the treasures were distributed, the next thing to face was Fang Ping, who was slowly recovering.

"Let's give him two Qi Restoration Pills first to see if he can recover. If he can recover in a short time, given his strength in the early stage of Qi refining, I think the senior management will definitely be willing to spend some spiritual stones to buy it."

The black-faced monk hesitated and said, "A few days ago, a nest of monsters was dug out in the mine cave, and many miners died. Now the number of miners under the senior manager is seriously insufficient, and he urges the sect to send miners every day.

But this guy is so seriously injured. Brother, you know the situation in our Cishan Island. There is no spiritual energy at all. If he wants to recover, he can only rely on the elixir we provide him. I am afraid that we will lose money."

The middle-aged man with a short beard smiled cunningly: "Yes, it is precisely because of the loss of too many miners that the task of the next month cannot be completed. Do you think the senior manager is anxious?

It just so happens that we bring a high-level miner over at this time. Do you think he is willing to spend a lot of money? Buy this guy with money?

When the time comes, as long as the price we offer is not too high, the senior manager will definitely not refuse it. In this way, won’t the Qi-restoring pills we feed him now be several times or even dozens of times the return? "

"Okay, you are smart, brother, so let's do it!"

The black-faced monk kicked Fang Ping and rubbed his hands excitedly, saying, "You are lucky, kid. I will take care of you for ten days or half a month. If you can recover, it's fine. If you haven't recovered after ten days, don't blame me for being cruel and throwing you into the sea to feed the fish."

As the two talked, the flying boat quickly headed towards the depths of the sea. Soon, an island appeared in their sight.

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