An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Since you have done a lot of things that hurt the heaven and the law, if I kill you, it can be regarded as acting on behalf of the heaven."

Fang Ping's voice echoed in the big array, making the young master and others unable to find Fang Ping's position. At the same time, accompanied by a strong pressure of spiritual consciousness, they felt an invisible pressure.

"Playing tricks, you want to trap us with a mere five-element maze?" Someone just shouted, and then he couldn't say it anymore, because he felt that the fog in the array began to erode and decompose his protective aura.

The others also discovered this strange feature. The young master shouted loudly, reminding the others to be careful, and also asked them to gather towards him.

Unfortunately, no one responded at all. His voice and spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the fog at all.

"Break it for me."

The young master waved his hand and took out a blood flag. When he shook it vigorously, a stream of bloody air emanated, forcing the fog around his body back two feet.

At the same time, a bloody aura emanated from the blood flag, protecting himself, making the surrounding fog unable to get close.

"You are just trying to trap me with such a trick." The attack was effective, and the young master sneered, holding the blood flag and walking forward, intending to find other people to join his men.

"Did you hear me? Meet me here. My blood cloud flag can resist the fog."

This blood flag is a mid-grade spiritual weapon, which was specially made for him by his father, the leader of the Blood Sword Sect.

Although the blood flag can block the fog, it is not easy for him to maintain the consumption of the blood flag under the continuous erosion of the fog.

It may be okay for a short time, but if it takes a long time, he may not be able to hold on.

Not long after he walked away, after the blood flag forced the fog back, he actually saw a pair of feet whose flesh and blood were being corroded by the fog.

He was shocked and subconsciously grabbed the blood flag tighter, while increasing the input of Yuanli, making the blood flag more powerful and forcing the fog back half a foot.

He walked forward quickly, and then saw the owner of the feet, who was one of his eight-level foundation-building cultivators.

But at this time, his whole body was corroded by the mist. There was only one wound on his forehead, as if he was killed by a sharp sword.

This person only had a layer of corroded inner clothes, and the protective spiritual tools and storage bags outside had disappeared.

"Dare to kill my men, Chen Huaijing, I will make you wish you were dead!" The young master was furious, waving the blood flag in succession, stirring the mist around his body.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, he seemed to see a figure flashing in the mist.

Looking at the other person's figure and clothes, it was exactly the same as Chen Huaijing.

He thought he had found Chen Huaijing, and hurriedly waved the blood flag in the direction where the figure disappeared.

As a result, after running a few steps, he saw a corpse that had just died not long ago, and the blood hole in the chest was still bleeding.

This corpse was a follower of his who was at the seventh level of foundation building. Until now, the other party still had his eyes wide open, with an incredible look on his face, as if he could not believe what he had experienced until his death.

"Damn it, Chen Huaijing, come out here, I will kill you!"

He roared, waving the blood flag vigorously to vent his anger.

A seemingly ordinary late-stage foundation building cultivator killed two of his subordinates in just a moment.

The fog around him was still churning. Here he could not tell the direction at all. He could only move forward aimlessly, trying to meet up with his subordinates or find Fang Ping's trace.

But not long after, he saw the third corpse, which was one of his two ninth-level foundation building subordinates.

This person's body was charred in many places, as if it was burned by a powerful spiritual fire, and the skull collapsed, which should have been caused by a blunt object.

Seeing this person's body, the young master's heart was filled with anger, and there was an inexplicable fear.

This subordinate is a ninth-level foundation-building warrior. He is not only loyal but also very powerful. Among all the ninth-level foundation-building warriors in the Blood Sword Sect, he ranks among the top few and is one of the guards selected by the leader of the Blood Sword Sect.

But such a subordinate was killed silently by his opponent.

At this time, he wanted to reunite with his subordinates more and more urgently, because he began to be afraid. If there was no one around him, he would be targeted by Chen Huaijing, which would be very dangerous.

He began to dispel the fog regardless of consumption, trying to keep the fog away from him as much as possible and make the range he could control larger. It seemed that only in this way could he feel at ease.

Soon, he found the fourth body here, a seventh-level foundation-building subordinate, with his head and body separated, and his spiritual tools and storage bags were also looted.

"Ah..." He roared to the sky, and the fear and uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

Four of the six subordinates he brought with him died so quickly, and one of them was at the ninth level of foundation-building.

The remaining two people are now unknown.

"Break it for me..."

The blood flag in his hand shone brighter, and he waved it around randomly, and gusts of evil wind spread out and whistled around.

Suddenly, a scream came from beside him, and he was delighted, because the one who made the sound was the subordinate of the remaining two who was at the eighth level of foundation building.

At this moment, he only felt that the voice of his subordinate was so kind and pleasant.

Because he was too excited, he even forgot to think about how the other party's voice penetrated the fog and was heard by him.

When he hurried to the source of the sound, he saw a body twitching in pain while holding its chest.

"Young Sect Master, hurry up..." Before he finished speaking, the other party's body shrank quickly, and a blood pill that gathered the other party's spirit slowly floated out from the other party's chest, and then fell into the blood flag.

The young sect master looked ugly, and his face was extremely ugly when he looked at the other party's body.

Because his subordinate was killed by him personally.

"Come out, come out, Chen Huaijing, come out and fight me to the death!"

The young sect master roared, waving the blood flag more frantically around.

After shouting for a while without getting any response, he began to summon his only remaining subordinate: "Zhang Da, Zhang Da, can you hear me, come and join me."

"Huh"

His shout was responded to, and an arm flew over from the mist behind him. In his excitement, he didn't have time to distinguish what was flying over, and grabbed the blood flag and threw it back.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, the blood flag flashed, and the arm turned into ashes, and the blood, flesh and energy on the arm were all absorbed by the blood flag.

"Zhang Da..."

It was not until this time that he realized that the arm that he had broken was the only one left of his subordinate who was at the ninth level of foundation building.

The arm was cut off by the opponent, and Zhang Da must be in danger at this time.

The young master was sad to find that he was the only one left at this time.

The fear in his heart became stronger and stronger, even surpassing his anger.

"Huh" Another thing flew out of the thick fog.

The angry and fearful young master's mind was confused, and he felt that this time it must be Fang Ping who was attacking him.

So he directly waved the blood flag and swept towards the opponent.

As soon as the blood flag was swung out, he instantly realized that the person coming was not Fang Ping, but Zhang Da who was missing an arm. He quickly withdrew his hand, fearing that he would kill his only subordinate.

"Young master, be careful..."

Zhang Da flew over, holding a blood sword, shouting, and stabbed him in the head.

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