Chapter 1411 The River of the Underworld

Originally, Fang Ping just thought that this woman in green was the strongest among the four, and she was also a genius of the quasi-saint level when she was young.

Although I am a little older now, my strength will definitely be more and more improved than before. If I face her head-on, although I am not afraid, I will definitely bring myself some unnecessary consumption.

If you can directly use the Five Elements Killing Formation to kill the opponent, even if it takes a little more time, it will be the safest and worry-free.

However, the completely opposite to Fang Ping is that the woman in green believes that she is not Fang Ping's opponent, and Fang Ping's strength is unexpectedly strong.

Judging from her years of experience in practicing, even among the geniuses at the level of the saint, Fang Ping's strength is a top-notch existence.

When she had no way out, what she thought was to use all her means to kill Fang Ping, even if she used secret techniques to self-destruct, it would be best if she could exchange her life for Fang Ping's life.

She thought it was worth it to use her life to remove a genius like a thirteenth prince for the immortal camp, and at the same time, the sin clan lost a genius.

It was precisely because of the different ideas of the two that the woman in green successfully exploded, but only injured Fang Ping, and Fang Ping did not cause much damage at all.

After all, it has to be the result of Fang Ping's caution. If someone else thinks he is sure to win and he will face off against the woman in green, he will definitely be dead because the opponent's self-destruction is now.

"By the way, his secret technique of self-destruction is quite good. It is actually several times more powerful than the power of a normal cultivator."

"Bao, what am I thinking? I don't need this kind of secret technique. Once a person explodes, he will be destroyed by both body and spirit."

When I was secretly grateful, a familiar aura came from a distance and was coming towards me.

Fang Ping swept his spiritual sense, and the other party also discovered Fang Ping: "Brother, you're fine. We sensed something abnormal here, so we sent me to inquire."

The person who came was the female cultivator among the ancient clans who had communicated with Fang Ping before. When she heard her tone at this moment, she obviously felt relieved after discovering that Fang Ping was safe and had nothing to do, with obvious gratitude and relief.

Fang Ping told her the woman in green that self-destructed herself, and the female cultivator also looked scared and said, "These immortals are so annoying. They are simply paranoid. It seems that if we don't kill all our ancient clans, we will be punished by heaven. Same."

Fang Ping smiled. He just started dealing with immortals and felt that the female cultivator said it very appropriately.

"Don't worry, I just suffered a little injury, and it's okay now. You guys stay away from this place for the time being, or hide in secret. The noise here is too big, and it is very likely that others will come to investigate."

The female cultivator nodded seriously: "Then you must be more careful, brother. If you encounter a difficult opponent, remember to notify us that although our strength is not as strong as brother, we are better than others."

Watching the female cultivator leave, Fang Ping wanted to continue his journey while the monks who were attracted by the movements here arrived, but then he thought about it and still followed the female cultivator secretly.

He did not want to monitor the other party, but was worried that there were too many people on the other party to hide, which caused some trouble.

As a result, Fang Ping followed the other party not long after, he found that the three monks who were leading the way were surrounded by a group of six powerful Nascent Souls.

These six Nascent Soul cultivators are not weak, and three of them are still wearing the aura of immortals.

As a result, these people did not cause too much damage to these three people when they were six against three, but instead allowed the other party to survive until the arrival of the other ancient tribes and strangled the six people together.

Although it was just an encounter that seemed to lure the enemy into depth, and at the end, the ancient clan still won the victory by fighting more and not having to play all his strength.

But Fang Ping still has some understanding of their strength.

The Thirteenth Prince told Fang Ping that the ancient clan’s cultivation was based on the Three Emperor Seals, and the specific practices and means that they could comprehend were all based on personal understanding and ability.

Therefore, these dozen ancient tribes were full of tricks when they were fighting against the enemy, and all kinds of strange methods made Fang Ping shake his head.

"The ancient tribe is still living too hard. Even if there is the Three Emperor Seal, it is impossible to compare with those ancient sects with complete inheritance by relying on their own meditation and hard practice."

"And these people are mainly casual cultivators, and their wealth is not rich. They use some ordinary magic weapons when fighting against the hostilities, and some even use spiritual weapons to make up the numbers."

"But what is certain is that their cultivation is very solid and their overall strength is still very good. It is a group of talents worth cultivating."

While thinking secretly, these dozen ancient monks began the distribution process that Fang Ping was most concerned and curious about.

They excitedly put their opponent's storage bags and two immortal corpses together, and then the scholars and female cultivators who were in charge of communicating with Fang Ping were assigned according to the situation of the previous battle.

According to each person's combat contribution, injury status, and taking care of those cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation, everyone was quite satisfied overall.

Seeing them continuing to set off with satisfaction, Fang Ping was not in a hurry to rush, so he just followed them, listened to them chat, watched them practice, and observed them fighting.

Until a month later, they sent someone who was in charge of inquiring about the news and told them that there were immortals in Heishuihe Market ahead of them doing things.

Upon hearing this, information about Heishuihe Market instantly appeared in Fang Ping's mind.

This is not a market opened by a certain sect or force, and it does not belong to any force.

Heishuihe Market is just a small market gathered and formed by monks, because among the three thousand miles of Heishui River, only a low-level monster called Black Heart Snail is produced in the area up and down 300 miles here.

This black-hearted snail does not have much value in refining weapons and medicine, but it can attract a large number of monks to stay here and venture into the bottom of the Blackwater River to catch it. It is because the black-hearted snail is delicious and many monks are willing to spend a lot of money. Purchase just to satisfy your appetite.

Originally, this place was just a small market, but because of the opening of the Road to Immortality, it suddenly became lively.

Fang Ping did not expect that those immortals would cause trouble in such a small market.

He wanted to scold these immortals and be full, but then he understood the reason.

It turns out that the Heishui River is a hundred miles wide. The river is as dark as ink, and the river flows fast, and the two sides are the steep Heishui Mountains.

If this is the case, the Black Shui River does not seem to be worthy of the attention of monks, but the Black Shui River also has a name that most monks are reluctant to mention.

"River of Styx"

The river in the underworld, the river comes from the underworld, and then flows back to the underworld after passing through this world.