Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 141: Finally Entering the Inner Gate
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With a crisp sound, Xiao Yusheng's protective robes, although of high quality, had their limits.

Under the continuous bombardment of the black-armored puppet, the protective aura formed by the robe finally cracked.

When Fang Yi saw the flaw, his eyes lit up and he controlled the black-armored puppet to continue bombarding the crack.

In just a few breaths, the protective robe was completely shattered.

The black-armored puppet slightly retracted the strength in his hand and punched Xiao Yusheng in the face.

"hiss"

Accompanied by a scream, endless fist shadows fell.

In just a few breaths, Xiao Yusheng's whole body was covered with blue and purple.

"I think."

Xiao Yusheng had completely given up the chance to win, but just as he opened his mouth, he was knocked back by a fist that was glowing with spiritual light.

Looking at the screaming figure before him, Fang Yi nodded in satisfaction. He only hurt the skin and flesh, not the bones. His skill in torturing people hadn't deteriorated.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Tian Lei Zi's eyes.

'Xiao Changce's new offspring is much stronger than the previous ones.

However, Xiao Yusheng is a Foundation Establishment descendant after all, so he cannot put his life in danger on the fighting stage.

A purple spiritual light flew out from Tian Lei Zi's sleeve, and then it turned into a long rope, binding the black-armored puppet.

"A top-grade magical weapon?"

When Fang Yi saw Master Jiadan take action, he knew that the matter was over. With a thought, he summoned the Fengling Eagle puppet back to his side.

Sure enough, Tian Lei Zi's voice followed closely behind.

"Yuping Peak Xiao Yusheng versus Yuping Peak Fang Yi, Fang Yi wins.
Fang, put the puppet away and get off the stage to rest."

"The disciple understands."

Fang Yi bowed his head and put away the two puppets. Then he stepped forward and a white cloud lifted him up. Not long after, he left the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena.

Looking at the interested look of the monk beside him, Fang Yi felt quite satisfied.

He knew that the news of his easy victory over Xiao Yusheng would soon be transmitted back to Yuping Peak.

Three days later.

The blazing spiritual flame transformed into a red fire phoenix, and with a soft cry, it burned a shield-shaped magic weapon to ashes.

Then a red flying sword flashed by, trying to kill the monk who had lost his protection.

A purple spiritual light descended, easily destroying the phoenix and stopping the flying sword.

Tian Lei Zi's voice echoed on the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena.

"Yuping Peak disciple Xiao Yusheng challenged outer sect disciple Yu Weizhi, and Yuping Peak disciple Xiao Yusheng won.

The Xuanyang Mountain Outer Sect Examination is over. The losers will leave on their own. The victorious disciples, please follow me."

Then he slapped his storage bag, and thirty-six star points emerged, falling one by one into the hands of the victorious monk.

Looking at the white jade token in his hand engraved with the words "Xuan Yang", Fang Yi used his magic power to easily refine it.

"This is a mid-grade magical weapon with four magical restrictions. Although it is just a standard magical weapon, it is still quite generous."

Tian Lei Zi saw the thirty-six new inner disciples fighting, nodded with satisfaction, then waved his sleeves and swept away the defeated outer disciples.

The purple token magic weapon shot out a ray of light and hit the Jiuxiao fighting platform.

"Boom!"

Flashes of lightning flashed, and purple-gold clouds rose from the Jiuxiao Fighting Platform, eventually turning into spiritual rain, falling one by one on the victorious monks.

The purple spiritual light nourished his Dharma body. Feeling the strength of his own Dharma body constantly increasing, a trace of regret flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

"If I could refine this second-level spiritual object, Thunder Water, by myself, the medicinal power would be enough to raise my physical cultivation to the top of the first level."

A red auspicious cloud half an acre in size rose from under Tian Lei Zi's feet.

"You and I will go to Chunyang Peak together."

Half an hour later.

After the red auspicious cloud passed through a formation, rich spiritual energy rushed towards him.

A sacred mountain rises high into the clouds, with lush pines and bamboos on it, the rocks are silent, and spiritual objects are entwined.

Tian Lei Zi and everyone landed on the top of Lingyang Peak.

Feeling the extremely rich spiritual energy that had already condensed into mist, a hint of surprise flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

'A third-grade, superior spiritual vein?
Do not! !

At least a quasi-fourth-level spiritual vein! ! Is it the core of Xuanyang Mountain?

Fang Yi's thoughts kept changing. The depth of Xuanyang Mountain had already exceeded his expectations.

A quasi-fourth-level spiritual vein, coupled with a spirit-gathering formation of the same level, is already capable of being practiced by a Nascent Soul ancestor.

At this moment, a huge pressure came.

Then, a burly monk wearing linen clothes and with dark skin walked out of the ancestral hall of Chunyang Peak.

He stomped his feet lightly, and ochre-colored air waves gathered.

The monk rode on the ochre-colored air wave and came in front of everyone.

"Jingdan Zhenren! And he's not just an ordinary Jindan Zhenren."

Fang Yi instantly put away his messy thoughts.

He knew in his heart that this was the most top cultivator in the entire Xuanyang Mountain, a Jindan Zhenren with a lifespan of over 500 years. He was a big figure who could stir up a lot of waves in the entire Dayun cultivation world.

Seeing the monk in linen clothes coming in front of him, Tian Lei Zi changed his previous explosive attitude, bowed politely, and handed over the purple token magic weapon.

"Brother Huang, by order of the Elders' Hall, Junior Brother Tian Leizi has gone to preside over the outer sect examination. Now that the examination is over, a total of thirty-six disciples, with superior cultivation and outstanding fighting skills, are eligible to be ranked as inner sect disciples of Xuanyang Mountain. Now that the examination is over, Tian Leizi has come to hand in the decree."

Huang Guangsheng took the token magic weapon, glanced at the many cultivators present, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother En Tianleizi. I will take care of the rest."

"Yes, then I will withdraw." Seeing Huang Guangsheng nod, Tian Lei Zi turned into a purple light and left Chunyang Peak very quickly.

Obviously, for some reason, he was quite afraid of this Jindan Zhenren who was wearing linen clothes.

Watching Tian Lei Zi quickly disappear into the horizon, Huang Guangsheng shook his head helplessly. His junior brother still had this impatient temper after hundreds of years.

Then he looked at everyone and spoke.

"My name is Huang Guangsheng, and I am the fifth elder of Xuanyang Mountain. You can call me Master Guangsheng.

Now that the Jiazi Beast Tide has begun, I will say no more. Those of you who have reached the advanced stages of Qi training should not be foolish.

Now, you only need to pass this last level to be enshrined in the Grand Master Hall and become an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain. From now on, you will share the joys and sorrows of Xuanyang Mountain."

After saying this, without even looking at the reactions of the crowd, a tremendous pressure rose from his sturdy body.

Huang Guangsheng patted his storage bag, and an ancient bronze mirror was raised. He stretched out his calloused hand and gently tapped it.

A yellow spiritual light shone into the ancient mirror.

The ancient mirror slowly turned, and ancient bronze characters appeared. The light on the mirror was extremely bright, and a dreamy and misty scene appeared.

"Soul-related magic weapon?"

Fang Yi was shocked that there was such a treasure in Xuanyang Mountain.

A magic weapon is a treasure that is born from the perfect combination of twelve restrictions in an ordinary magic tool, which turns into a treasure restriction and finally survives the catastrophe of the magic weapon.

Not all magical instruments with twelve perfect prohibitions have the qualifications and opportunity to be transformed into a magic weapon.

If one wants to create a magic weapon, an ordinary Jindan Zhenren needs to use third-level spiritual materials to refine the magic weapon.

It takes at least sixty years of hard work to start from the first magic ban and refine it until the treasure ban is born.

Even so, after sixty years of painstaking sacrifices and refinement, in the end there is only one layer of magic weapon that can survive the catastrophe of treasure formation.

The preciousness of spiritual and soul-related magic weapons is far beyond ordinary.

The value of a low-grade soul-related magic weapon is enough to be on par with an ordinary attack-related magic weapon.

Moreover, judging from the power exuded by the ancient mirror magic weapon in Huang Guangsheng's hand, it is a mid-grade magic weapon, and its value is enough to be on par with ordinary high-grade magic weapons.

Top-grade magic weapons have become a handy item in the hands of some Nascent Soul ancestors.

A bronze mirror light, ten feet in size, slowly rose from the ancient mirror. Then, in mid-air, it transformed into thirty-six pieces, descending towards the crowd.

In just a few breaths, everyone fell into an illusion.

Then, spiritual characters appeared on the ancient bronze mirror, and chains stretched out, connecting with the third-level heart-searching formation on Chunyang Peak, and its momentum and power increased again.

The ancient mirror slowly turned, and a ray of light was projected from the mirror again, shining brightly on an outer sect monk.

"Spiritual roots, magic power, and soul."

The background of this monk was almost completely explored.

Huang Guangsheng's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The spiritual light flowed in his hand, and a magic weapon in the shape of a spiritual hoe appeared. There were yellow-brown ripples on the magic weapon, and it was also a mid-grade magic weapon.

"Mid-grade earth spirit root, second-level cultivation method, and superior soul, not bad."

While Huang Guangsheng was urging the Soul-Reflecting Mirror to investigate the cultivator's foundation, his spiritual consciousness followed closely behind, ready to take action at any time to wipe out any discordant things.

Unlike ordinary outer disciples who could be left to their own devices to live and die at will, inner disciples were the foundation of the Xuanyang Sect.

Xuanyang Mountain has been established for thousands of years, and ninety-nine percent of the foundation-building masters and even the Jindan masters were born among the inner disciples.

Therefore, every time an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain entered the sect, there would be a Jindan Zhenren to take action.

He activated the magic weapon Soul-Seeing Mirror to investigate the foundations of the disciples, to see if there were any evil cultivators sneaking in, or if they were demons in disguise.

"kindness?"

Huang Guangsheng paused and looked at a female cultivator wearing a robe with flowers on it.

"Nanli Country, a half-demon from the Qingqiu lineage? How dare they sneak into the core of my Xuanyang Mountain?"
Hey, a half-demon with a superior bloodline? The old ghost from the Qingqiu lineage was willing to give it up.

If it weren't for the fact that the Soul-Reflecting Mirror in our sect is a mid-grade magic weapon that can connect to formations, and its power is even greater in this Pure Yang Peak, you, the Qingqiu Half-Demon, would have succeeded.

Huang Guangsheng did not take action immediately, but instead activated the ancient mirror to intercept the aura of the female cultivator wearing the flowery skirt.

Obviously, he is planning to play the long game and catch a big fish, making good use of this hidden person who has exposed his identity.

Then the ancient mirror slowly turned, and the bronze mirror light swept across one by one, and stopped again on a handsome monk in a white robe.

"And? A half-demon with the bloodline of the Golden Lion? She's hiding it too shallowly. She must be trying to attract attention and hide the female cultivator from before..."

At this time, Huang Guangsheng did not hold back. For him, leaving one bait was enough.

With a wave of his sleeves and the activation of his magical power, the handsome monk's head fell into his hands.

The powerful spiritual thoughts of the Jindan Zhenren invaded the soul of the handsome cultivator and began to search his soul.

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In just a few breaths, the handsome monk's head exploded easily.

"Sure enough, there is a soul restriction."

Although he did not get the information he wanted, Huang Guangsheng did not care. He shook off the blood on his hands and continued to investigate the monk in front of him.

Xiao Yusheng, Chang Sun Bao, Xi Shizheng.
The mirror light suddenly stopped on Fang Yi.

After scanning with his spiritual sense, Huang Guangsheng sighed.

"The divine consciousness is comparable to that of a cultivator who has trained ninety percent of Qi, and he also has a first-level mid-grade body training skill and a second-level wood attribute technique. He has a good foundation.
It’s a pity that he is nearly 40 years old and his qualifications are still a little lacking.

Even if he has established his foundation, it is only a low-grade foundation. After Chang Ce's disciple passes away, I am afraid that Yuping Peak will not be able to be defended."

(End of this chapter)