An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The demons were refreshed upon hearing this, and all of them showed cold smiles.

The seals in their hands changed together, and each of them condensed a rune with a strange aura and fell into the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror shook slightly, and the faces of the demons turned pale. It was obvious that condensing this rune was also very consuming for them.

At the same time, the monks in the formation were shocked to find that the demonic energy in the formation was no longer floating, but directly condensed into ugly demon heads.

These demon heads had huge heads but no bodies. There was only one eye on the head, no ears or noses, but a big mouth.

On both sides of the head were a pair of slender arms. What was even more strange was that each demon head held a weapon of various colors in his hands.

When they first appeared, they chose a target and rushed towards the monks who were at a loss.

The demon head screamed silently, which could not be heard by the ears but penetrated the soul, making the monks feel that their souls were almost pierced.

"What the hell is this?"

"Everyone be careful, this is a soul attack, this formation actually has other means."

"This formation is too strange."

The monks exclaimed in surprise, and the passion of going all out to break the formation was shattered the moment the demon appeared.

A demon first attacked the young monk next to him.

The monk used many means to stop it, but only the spiritual attack had some effect, and it could not stop the demon from invading his soul.

"Ah!"

The moment the demon rushed into his eyebrows, the young monk cried out miserably.

After entering the soul space, the demon didn't care at all, and rushed directly to his soul and bit it.

The demon's teeth were sharp, and every bite would tear off a large piece of soul energy from his soul.

While biting, the weapon in the demon's hand would continue to attack and destroy the soul.

As a monk, he usually practiced hard.

Even if the monks go out to train, most of them just hunt some monsters, and there are not many opportunities to fight against strong enemies.

Not to mention the situation involving mutual attacks and fighting at the soul level, most monks have never encountered it.

So when facing the demon head targeting the soul, most monks can't bear the severe pain caused by the violent destruction of the soul.

As the monks whose souls were invaded by the demon head continued to wail, the monks naturally couldn't continue to attack the formation together.

"Don't panic, this demon head looks scary, but its actual power is not too strong."

"Fellow Taoists must stay calm. As long as the soul is condensed enough, the demon head can be easily killed by using the soul attack method."

"Not good, the demon energy still hasn't stopped eroding the golden elixir."

The monks became confused again. Even if the monks with strong souls quickly killed the demon head, the screams of the monks could not stop at all.

"Ah! Senior brother, save me!"

"Destroy the bastard!"

"Damn demon, I'll fight you."

Amidst the shouts, some cultivators were finally defeated by the demonic energy and the demon's attack, and turned into corpses.

The demons looked at the miserable state of the cultivators, and seemed to be still unsatisfied, or unwilling to continue wasting time. They each took out a drop of blood and sent it into the bronze mirror.

Under the urging of their respective seals, black fog filled the formation, and soon demon gods appeared.

These demon gods were sturdy, with black fog around their bodies, exuding a dark and terrifying aura.

They were either bare-handed or holding sticks, swords and guns, and they killed the nearest cultivators as soon as they formed.

It was a pity that these cultivators who were suffering from the double destruction of the golden elixir and the soul had to free up their hands to deal with these powerful demon gods.

The result was naturally no surprise. Even though the number of cultivators whose golden elixir was damaged and whose souls were entangled by the demons and were unconscious was greater than that of the demons, it was rare for them to be able to exert 30% or 40% of their strength at this time.

"Bang"

A cultivator whose eyes could not focus due to the pain of the demon's soul being torn apart was unable to resist the full-strength punch of the demon god.

He could only watch the demon god's fist smash his head and soul together.

After killing this cultivator, the demon god opened his mouth and swallowed up all his golden elixir and blood essence. The demon god's aura suddenly soared, and then rushed to the next cultivator with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.

When most cultivators were unable to resist, the demon god was like a no-man's land, harvesting the lives of the cultivators one by one like cutting melons and vegetables.

Soon, some weaker cultivators died one after another, and those who were unlucky would even be swallowed up by the demon god.

As for those powerful cultivators, they easily killed the demons and were still able to deal with these demon gods with ease.

Even several powerful Tianjiao and veteran Jindan could kill the demon gods.

However, the powerful cultivators who entered this place were still few after all. Most of the strong ones discovered the mental abnormality early and did not enter the mine at all.

In the formation, although a few strong ones showed their power, the cultivators were still at a disadvantage as a whole, and the disadvantage was still expanding.

"It's over, these guys are all going to die." Prince Jinwu didn't know when he took a set of tables and chairs, and was eating spiritual fruits and drinking tea with Baihu, watching with relish.

The demons also knew the identities of Prince Jinwu and the rest of the demon clan. Even in the formation, they did not dare to attack Prince Jinwu and his people.

Since the appearance of those demons and demon gods, they had no interest in even looking at Prince Jinwu and his people.

"In fact, there are still a few guys with good power, but unfortunately, their fate in the formation is doomed." Baihu swallowed a spiritual fruit with a little regret.

Among these cultivators, he even saw a human genius who had just fought not long ago.

"You can only blame them for being too stupid. Look at the Holy Son and other geniuses. They didn't come in."

"Yes, in the final analysis, it's their greed that's at work. Their own state of mind is not enough, otherwise it would not be affected at all."

When they said this, Prince Jinwu and Baihu didn't feel ashamed at all, as if they didn't rush into the mine and get trapped in the formation because their minds were not affected.

"Little White Cat, what do you think the Saint Son and the other guys who didn't come in are doing outside?" Prince Jinwu asked curiously, "No one has come in for so long, could they have run away?"

At this point, Prince Jinwu thought of Fang Ping again.

I laughed at Fang Ping for being too timid before, but now it seems that Fang Ping's caution is indeed justified.

I just don't know what this guy is doing. Since I'm not by his side, he must be scared and hiding.