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

Chapter 177 Ingredients Gathered
With a wave of his sleeves, a breeze blew past.

Song Qinghe sat cross-legged, practicing his skills, preparing to recover his magic power.

Now he only has 30% of his magic power left, and he has also swallowed several Xuanzhi Qi-replenishing pills and has developed drug resistance.

In the short term, this magic power-restoring elixir is of no use to him.

Three feet underground, a yellowish-brown spiritual light was flowing.

The two men and the beast silently observed the monk who was preparing to recover his magic power.

Fang Yi's blood and energy surged throughout his body, and the top-grade magic weapon Lingsang Brocade Robe was activated.

The spiritual mulberry on the robe swayed, the green light flowed, and turned into bronze battle armor.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was also driven by magic power, and the yin energy surged, causing the banner to roll back and turn into a bone spear.

The magic power in Dantian was flowing, and the shadows of monsters appeared, including the Red Flame Tiger, the Vine-Armored Turtle, and the Earth Rock Rat Spirit Puppet that had just been sacrificed.

It is already in a semi-activated state and can launch a full-strength attack at any time.

Fang Yi knew that this time he was hunting a Foundation Establishment Master.

It was very different from the previous fights with the second-level monster Yin Yan Jiao, the Ming family's foundation-building master Ming Su, and the second-level ground rock rat.

Although the Yinyan Jiao has awakened the dragon bloodline and is stronger than the second-level combat power, its combat power is also the best among the second-level low-grade monsters.

But before the Yin Yan Jiao advanced to the second level, it was captured alive by itself, and countless vicious and evil restrictions were left behind in its soul and body.

The foundation-building master of the Ming family in Sanling Valley was first frightened by the White Bone Sect, a major demonic sect disguised as Fang Yi, and thought it was a conspiracy between the righteous and evil sects.

His fighting spirit was not high to begin with, and combined with the fact that his foundation-building seed had been ambushed, even though Ming Su was holding the top-grade magic weapon, the Small Zhoutian Plate, he only tried it out and then retreated on his own.

The rock rat was severely injured during the war. The monsters did not trust each other and were looking for a place to heal their wounds, so they were taken advantage of.

The foundation-building cultivator in front of him was an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain. He had a solid foundation and was fully equipped with magical weapons and elixirs.

Even after many battles, its combat power remains relatively intact. I wonder if it still has some hidden cards up its sleeve.

Fang Yi made a rough calculation and found out that they both had the combat power of the lower second rank.

It is not difficult to defeat it by yourself, but the chance of killing it depends on its trump card.

Fang Yi's muscles and bones all resonated. After explaining Gu Jiu's injuries, he and Qijie dived towards the ground.

"boom!"

A surge of spiritual power surged, and Song Qinghe suddenly stood up. He moved a few feet and avoided dozens of protruding stone pillars.

"who?

I am Song Qinghe, the foundation-building master of Xuanyang Mountain. Which fellow Taoist is joking with me?"

Thinking about how he had been through a long battle and that only 30% of his magic power was left, his tone softened.

“Tram! Tram! Tram!”

Fang Yi was not surprised to see that the sneak attack failed.

Disciples of large sects who can advance to the foundation-building stage are much stronger than those of independent cultivators in terms of spiritual awareness, magical power, foundation and future prospects.

The hoarse voice echoed in the ancient forest.

"Disciple of Xuanyang Mountain? The one I killed in the White Bone Sect was your disciple of Xuanyang Mountain."

Swish!Swish!Swish!
As the withered sound fell, a bone spear, wrapped in a sinister ghostly aura, pierced towards Song Qinghe.

"clang!"

A red round shield magic weapon was raised to block the incoming bone spear.

Feeling the holes on the round shield magical weapon filled with ghostly energy, Song Qinghe's expression changed drastically.

"White Bone Gate??
Are you, the Demonic Path, planning to start a war with Xuanyang Mountain?

Fang Yi was wearing armor, with blood surging throughout his body. Seeing that Song Qinghe already believed that he was a disciple of the White Bone Sect of the Dayun Immortal Cultivation Realm, he nodded slightly.

Xuanyang Mountain has a third-level fortune teller. Killing is important, but framing others is equally important.

He raised the bone spear in his hand slightly and struck out again.

"Whether to start a war is not something that a mere second-level cultivator like you or me can decide!"

"Damn it!"

Looking at the monk in bronze armor with surging Yin energy in front of him, he thought of the feud between Xuanyang Mountain and Baigumen.

Song Qinghe suddenly realized.

“It’s you!!

The Qingzhu Mountain incident was planned by you. Are the Ming family from Sanling Valley yours?
No, the Ming family doesn't have the guts to do that. It was you who stopped that old ghost Ming Su! ! "

Song Qinghe was also aware of the reputation of the Small Zhoutian Plate, a top-grade magical weapon.

Ming Su is a master who has established his foundation and holds a top-grade magic weapon. Even if he has no intention of dying, the fact that he can repel the cultivator from the White Bone Sect in front of him also shows that his cultivation is terrifying.

Song Qinghe's heart was filled with alarm, he was really in danger this time.

One of them slapped the storage bag, and a medium-grade magic weapon, a long-bladed sword, was raised, and the magic formula in his hand changed.

The long-bladed sword turned into a sword beam, which was surrounded by spiritual energy and was extremely sharp.

"clang!"

Fang Yi raised the bone spear in his hand, and it collided with the golden sword light, making a sound of metal clashing.

Yin energy and metallic spiritual energy intertwined and surged.

Invisible waves came from the place where the sword and spear collided, causing a strong wind that broke the ancient tree.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The bone spear collided endlessly with the golden sword light, and gray and gold spiritual lights kept appearing and disappearing in the ancient forest.

Swish!
After all, Song Qinghe's magic power was too much and his soul was exhausted, and Fang Yi saw a flaw in him.

On the bone spear, the shadow of a ghost king appeared, wearing a three-yin crown, a human skin robe, and holding bone beads in his hand.

The phantom stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a dark green fire danced on the pale ghost claw.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

Fang Yi's magic power poured into it, and the ghost laughed strangely, allowing the dark green Yin fire to ignite itself.

As the ghost shadow turned into firewood, the power of the Yin Fire exploded, and finally turned into a touch of dark green, attached to the white bone spear.

"clang!"

The bone spear collided with the long-bladed sword again, making a sound of metal clashing, but this time it was different from before.

A faint green color silently attached to the long-bladed sword.

As the two magical weapons continued to collide, more and more Yin Fire wrapped around the long-bladed sword.

"Fuck!"

Seeing the time was ripe, Fang Yi changed the spell in his hand, and a dark green fire ignited from the long-bladed sword with a brilliant spiritual light. Zizi! Zizi! Zizi!
The Yin Fire danced, continuously burning the soul mark in the long-bladed sword.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Feeling the mark of his soul burning, Song Qinghe let out a scream and then clenched his teeth.

"Damn!!"

He clenched his five fingers into a fist and pounded his chest hard.

A mouthful of essence and blood with a slight fragrance gushed out. Nourished by the essence and blood, the long-bladed sword glowed with golden light, gradually putting the Yin Fire at a disadvantage.

After the battle in Qingzhu Market, Fang Yi knew very well that this sword-shaped magic weapon was the most powerful magic weapon in Song Qinghe's hands.

It is also his natal magic weapon. As long as he can suppress this magic weapon, his chances of killing Song Qinghe can be increased by at least 20%.

Therefore, Fang Yi also activated the power of Ku Rong.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Ghostly energy surged from the white bone spear, and the sound of rats howling rang out.

Then, a calf-sized rock rat ghost emerged from the spear.

The rock rat leaped up and jumped into the dark green fire on the long-bladed sword.

With the help of the second-level demon soul, the power of this ghost increased dramatically.

Zizizi!
Seeing Yin Fire pressing down the long-bladed sword, Fang Yi felt sorry that this was the only use of a second-level demon soul.

But he still waved his sleeves and raised the pool of ghosts and bones.

A pale white spiritual light bloomed in the bone pool, and the yin and ghostly energy in the pool kept rolling.

"Crash!"

Dozens of bone chains shot out from the pool of ghosts and bones.

The long-bladed sword was wrapped around it by the dark green Yin Fire. The bone chain suddenly tightened, and then with a strong pull, the long-bladed sword was pulled into the bone pool.

“It’s you!!

You also took advantage of my severely injured rock rat?! !!"

Song Qinghe's eyes were bloodshot and he felt a lump of anger stuck in his chest.

He never thought that the second-level rock rat that he had injured at great cost would be taken advantage of by the cultivator from the White Bone Sect.

"Damn it!"

Song Qinghe shouted angrily, slapped his storage bag, and a golden talisman was cast out.

The spiritual light on the talisman kept flowing, and a faint pressure came, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

After a long battle, he was almost exhausted. This second-level mid-grade mysterious weapon talisman was his last trump card.

As the magic power in his hand was flowing out, the mysterious talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, and rich golden spiritual energy gathered.

The two spiritual characters "sharp" and "li" appeared in the spiritual light and were added to his own magic weapon.

The magic weapon shone brightly, and the shadow of an ancient magic sword entangled by a strange beast flashed by.

The power of the top-grade magic weapon exploded, the sword rang in the pool of ghosts and bones, the sword light flickered, and it cut off several bone chains in succession.

"Sure enough, there's a trump card."

Fang Yi was certain in his heart.

He was knowledgeable and experienced, and had long known about the power of the mysterious talisman. Despite many plans before, Qijie had never taken any action.

It's just to test whether it has such a trump card.

Otherwise, even if he sealed his magic sword, this mysterious weapon talisman, when added to another magic weapon, would be able to unleash the power of a top-grade magic weapon.

Although he looked down on Song Qinghe, he treated him as a lackey and a slave.

However, Fang Yi also acknowledged his combat capability as a foundation-building swordsman.

Fang Yi laughed.

The bone spear in his hand shot out and turned into a banner of ten thousand souls.

As a magical weapon, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can naturally be connected to the Pool of Ghosts and Bones.

I saw strange dark characters jumping on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Ghostly energy surged, and a ghost figure wearing a three-yin crown, a human skin robe, and holding bone beads appeared again.

Blessed by the Pond of Ghosts and Bones, the ghost figure sat cross-legged, supported by a dark green lotus platform.

The lotus platform slowly rotated, suppressing the golden sword-shaped magic weapon underneath.

Song Qinghe's face froze, realizing he had been tricked. Blood surged around him, and he unleashed his blood escape technique, attempting to escape once more.

Unfortunately, Fang Yi had already made plans.

His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, communicating with his own demon pet.

Waves of mist rose, tumbling and connecting to form a small magical space. Then the silver moonlight fell and turned into a water curtain, enveloping the entire battlefield.

"First-level formation?"

Song Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a first-level formation, but it couldn't stop him.

"White Bone Sect, I've got this in mind. If you plot against me like this, I'll definitely get back at you."

He was furious in his heart.

"boom!"

The red round shield magic weapon was forced to self-destruct.

But the rolling clouds and rippling water curtains eventually blocked the self-explosion.

"Second-level formation master?"

Song Qinghe looked desperate.

If the long-bladed sword had not been suppressed, it would not be difficult to break this formation that had not yet reached the second level by paying a small price.

But now it is not possible.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Song Qinghe's soul had been lost, Fang Yi would naturally not miss the opportunity to fight after so many calculations.

The second-level medium-grade Green Vine Turtle Spirit Puppet was urged on by it, and two lush green vines twisted and turned as they rushed up.

After a few breaths, Fang Yi nodded slightly as he looked at the bound Song Qinghe.

In this way, the ingredients for Gu Jiushang to advance to the second-level living puppet have been prepared.

(End of this chapter)