An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Faced with the overwhelming monsters pouring in, this great man who had crossed the tribulation looked as usual and didn't care.

But after he sensed Fang Ping's presence, his face suddenly showed some interest.

"Hey, it's actually a human cultivator. He is lucky to have survived the beast tide until now without being discovered."

In fact, the moment Fang Ping exposed his aura, he guessed that he would probably be discovered.

But what surprised him was that he had already slipped into the formation, but no one paid attention to him.

It seemed that the cultivators in the formation didn't notice him at all because there were too many monsters and the situation was too chaotic.

The actual situation was similar. The thunder tribulation in the sky was heavily pressed down, and countless monsters below were desperately rushing into the formation.

The cultivators in the formation either fought the monsters with all their strength, or rushed to repair the formation.

The scene at this time was extremely chaotic, and various kinds of qi burst out one after another.

The various spells and magic weapons used by the monks, the pressure of the Qi when the formation was repaired, the attacks and roars of the monsters, and even the occasional self-destruction of some hot-tempered monsters.

The roars of various monsters and the roars of spells and magic weapons, accompanied by the continuous shouts of killing, cursing and screaming, all kinds of Qi appeared and disappeared quickly.

In such a situation, not many people would care about the little breath that Fang Ping exposed.

Even those powerful monsters and monks who had transformed into gods did not care. Only the great master who stayed behind in the formation noticed Fang Ping keenly.

His consciousness locked Fang Ping firmly, and through the barrier of the void space, Fang Ping's every move was clearly presented in front of him.

"He appeared in the beast herd at this time. Could it be that he stole the prince of the demon clan?"

"No, he is only in the Jindan realm. It is impossible for him to steal the prince of the demon clan."

The great man who had crossed the tribulation was about to talk to this little guy who appeared in the beast herd for unknown reasons, but before he opened his mouth, he made a new discovery: "Hey, the heaven and earth suppressed, the great way was incomplete, this is..."

The moment he discovered Fang Ping's identity, the great man who had crossed the tribulation directly dispelled his doubts, and at the same time he became very interested in Fang Ping.

After so many years, another cultivator finally walked out of that place.

The old man showed a faint smile on his face, and then just left a mark on Fang Ping and continued to pay attention to the formation and the demon beasts.

Fang Ping didn't know that he had been discovered by the great man who had crossed the tribulation. At this time, he thought that he had found a good time and no one had discovered him.

Not long after Fang Ping entered the island, the thunder tribulation pressure in the sky suddenly disappeared. The six great men who had crossed the tribulation didn't know what kind of agreement they had reached. They had already restrained their breath and returned to their own camps before the thunder tribulation fell.

At the same time, the formation was restored and completed. The monsters that failed to enter the formation began to attack the light curtain of the formation frantically to vent their anger, while the monsters that rushed into the formation were trapped in a jar. After losing the support of the subsequent monsters, they could only be quickly killed by the monks of Woshen Mountain.

Three days later, a foundation-building monk wearing a black hat appeared in a valley in the center of the island that was used as a trading gathering for monks.

This person was wearing a coat of an outer disciple of Woshen Mountain. His body shape looked ordinary, and people would not easily remember him after taking a look.

The hat on his head was very strange. It could actually block the soul detection of Yuanying monks. It was a magic weapon.

Because Fang Ping's strange dress was out of tune with the others around him, many people would pay attention to Fang Ping's existence.

But Fang Ping had no choice. After three days of dormancy, he finally figured out that most of the monks here came from a sect called Woshen Mountain.

Moreover, the two great masters who have passed the tribulation have been traveling together for several years, leading to the fact that most of the more than 10,000 cultivators in the sect have some simple understanding of each other.

After understanding this situation, Fang Ping had no choice but to steal a set of coats from the disciples of Woshen Mountain, and used a set of magic weapons to cover up his breath, and then appeared in the crowd in such a dignified manner.

It’s not that he has to show up, but facing such a dense beast tide, if he doesn’t gain anything, he always feels like he has entered a treasure mountain but returned empty-handed.

So, in the corner of this valley, Fang Ping alone set up a small table, and on the table was a sign that read: "Monster corpses for elixirs."

In addition, there were two medicine bottles on the table, each containing ten five-element elixirs used by foundation-building and golden elixir-stage cultivators.

In fact, when Fang Ping just appeared, several divine senses had already landed on him, and most of them wanted to see Fang Ping’s true face through the bamboo hat.

However, even if the consciousness of a Nascent Soul expert fell on Fang Ping, it would be blocked by the bamboo hat, so they could not see Fang Ping's true identity at all.

"This junior brother, you seem to be unfamiliar."

As soon as the stall was set up, a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building came forward to chat with Fang Ping.

Fang Ping said without raising his head: "Unfamiliar? Can this senior brother see my appearance?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the other party's face: "Uh, actually, I can't see it."

The bamboo hat not only blocks the consciousness, but also conceals Fang Ping's true appearance.

Under the confusion of the bamboo hat, even if this person faced Fang Ping, he could only see a masked face.

"If you can't see it, why do you say it's unfamiliar?"

The foundation-building monk was even more embarrassed: "We are all disciples of Wo Shenshan here, why don't we, junior brother, show us our true names?"

Fang Ping did not answer, but pointed at the words on the wooden sign: "Some things are better done concealing one's identity. Otherwise, everyone is here to make friends. Do you want to do my business?" "

The monk smiled awkwardly again: "Junior brother is right, I am too shallow. In fact, judging from my experience in setting up stalls in the past few days, junior brother, your method is definitely the best choice. I must have had similar encounters before. ”

Everyone is originally a fellow disciple of the same sect, and it is also a critical moment when the enemy is facing us.

If you encounter a shameless person who asks you to put the overall situation first, sell treasures cheaply or directly donate them to the sect, etc. as a reason for some high-sounding moral kidnapping, it will arouse the heckles of many monks who want to take advantage of the opportunity.

Under such circumstances, stall owners often have no way to refuse such reasons. Once they refuse, Ken will naturally fall into a moral trap.