Chapter 1379 The Remains Are the Remnants of the Sinful Race

Since there were no outsiders to disturb them, Fang Ping and his companions were naturally happy and at ease. They did not even get off the boat along the way. Fang Ping was the only one driving the flying boat, while the rest of them were all practicing in Xiaoyao Temple, digesting and absorbing what they had learned from the immortal artifacts in the Dali Dynasty.

Fang Ping naturally did not need to control the flying boat himself. With the help of the two spirit beasts Xiaowu and Caidie, he only needed to sit on the flying boat, practice while tempering the talisman bones, sort out the relics of those silver-level killers, nourish the eyebrow magic pupil, familiarize himself with the life spring pupil technique, and practice at the same time.

At this time, Fang Ping really wanted to refine a few more clones to help him share the burden.

Now Fang Ping only felt that he had too many things to do, so he could not spare time to practice carefully.

However, Fang Ping found a lot of good things in the storage rings of those killers. Although most of them were ordinary treasures and there was nothing worth paying special attention to, those killers were Yuanying strongmen after all, and their wealth was naturally not ordinary.

After sorting these treasures into categories, Fang Ping planned to go to Tianbao Pavilion after the next market to sell some things that were not very useful to him, and to learn about the current situation of these Tianjiao.

As a result, in Tianbao Pavilion, Fang Ping got a shocking news.

It is said that a Taigu battlefield relic appeared in Luozhou. It is said that it seems to be one of the battlefields where the Taigu ancestors encircled and suppressed the sin clan. It is just unknown why that battlefield was sealed.

Now it can be confirmed that the first batch of lucky people who came out of the battlefield ruins seemed to have gained a lot of benefits from it. Of course, some people were unlucky and died in it.

Now that the news has spread, a large number of Tianjiao have changed their established routes to Luozhou, preparing to enter the ancient battlefield ruins to look for opportunities.

At this time, Fang Ping finally understood. No wonder he didn't see many cultivators along the way. It turned out that they all went to Luozhou ruins.

After coming out of Tianbao Pavilion, Fang Ping entered Xiaoyao Temple and told Tu Lie and others the news.

As a result, Tu Lie and his men were not interested in this so-called relic at all, but because it was related to the Sin Clan, they let Fang Ping decide for himself.

They would definitely support Fang Ping no matter what he chose.

Looking at the map, the location of the relic was not too far away, but it would take at least ten days to fly there.

In addition, considering the time since the relic was opened, there would probably not be much benefit to rush over now, and it would also waste a lot of time.

"It's not just a matter of time. Given the tense relationship between the Sin Clan and the Immortals, I feel that there must be an Immortal strongman ambushing nearby at this time." Seeing Fang Ping's hesitation, the little fox could not help but remind Fang Ping.

Fang Ping woke up instantly after hearing this: "Yes, I actually forgot my new identity."

He has now activated the Sin Clan Blood Talisman. For the Immortals, he is a very conspicuous target.

"In that case, then I won't go." Fang Ping made a decisive decision. Compared with the unknown opportunity, his life is the most important.

Fang Ping, who was on the road again, quickly confirmed how wise his decision was with what he saw along the way.

On this day, Fang Ping was controlling the sacred tree to absorb and refine the essence of the body of the assassin from the Star Picking Tower as a nutrient to nourish the Demon Eye.

Suddenly, a young monk with a weak breath and splashing feet flew past the flying boat at high speed.

Seeing him in such a hurry, Fang Ping couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then he found that his blood symbol of the sin clan actually had a sense of stirring in his heart.

"Is this person also from the sin clan?"

When Fang Ping was wondering, the monk who had just passed by turned back and pinched his hand seal to activate Fang Ping's blood symbol of the sin clan, and at the same time his own blood symbol also lit up.

The man was happy at first, but when he saw Fang Ping was alone, he couldn't help showing a trace of anxiety on his face, and he quickly sent a message to Fang Ping:

"Friend, to make a long story short, don't go to Luozhou, there are too many immortals ambushing there, my friend and I were ambushed by them, and I was the only one who escaped by luck.

There are three immortals in the late Yuanying stage chasing me, and they are coming soon.

If they meet you, they will definitely not let you go, so you run in that direction, and I will go this way."

After saying that, the man did not give Fang Ping any chance to react, and did not explain too much before flying in the direction he had just pointed.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Fang Ping: "Don't hesitate, if you don't want to be eaten alive by them, you'd better run quickly."

Watching the young man disappear from his sight in an instant, Fang Ping was a little suspicious whether a stranger really came to talk to him a lot of things just now.

"Meet so soon?" Fang Ping was surprised. He had already decided not to go to Luozhou, and he still went along the originally planned route.

As a result, trouble still came to him.

After a brief thought, Fang Ping personally controlled the flying boat and flew at full speed in the opposite direction of the sinner.

Now, in addition to being somewhat curious about the identity and safety of the young man, he was actually more concerned about the mutual devouring between the sinners and the immortals that the Thirteenth Prince and the man just mentioned.

As a cultivator, he was not unfamiliar with the matter of refining and absorbing living people or corpses. Even just now, he was using the corpse of the cultivator of the Zhaixing Tower to transform it into his own essence and spirit to nourish the magic pupil.

But it still sounds a bit unbelievable to confirm the other party's identity through a blood symbol and absorb and refine the other party's spirit through the blood symbol for his own use.

I thought I had avoided trouble in advance, but soon, behind Fang Ping, there was a young man in a green cloth Taoist robe coming fast.

Fang Ping did not speed up or slow down, and still kept the original normal speed. The monk behind him quickly caught up with Fang Ping's flying boat and drove side by side with Fang Ping.

"Daoyou, please stay!" The young man glanced at Fang Ping's flying boat and spoke politely.

Fang Ping ignored him and asked at the same speed: "What's the matter?"

"Did you see a..." The young man said halfway, his expression suddenly changed, the original politeness disappeared in an instant, and his expression became ferocious: "So you are also a remnant of the sinners."

Without giving Fang Ping a chance to speak, he had already pinched his sword finger, and a huge sword with golden light condensed above his head, and as his sword finger slashed down, the huge sword split the void and slashed directly towards Fang Ping's flying boat.