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

Chapter 235: The Death of the Old Friend
In the white bone rosary, the soul of a Yinyan dragon roared towards the sky.

The roars of dragons were heard, shaking the soul.

“Yin!! Yin! Yin!!”

Xiao Teng felt a sharp pain in his soul, but it was quickly suppressed.

But the dim yellow chains saw the flaw and bound him tightly.

"clang!"

The ghost spear and the green bamboo stick struck down at the head.

The yellow-brown armor was glowing with spiritual light and was cracked, but it was able to block the ghost spear and the green bamboo stick.

"What a pity." Looking at Xiao Teng who still had strength to struggle, Fang Yi sighed inwardly.

The Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner has not been nurtured and tempered for long enough, so it is not a top-grade magical weapon after all.

Even with his own mana, he was still a bit behind against this defensive rock armor.

A yellow-brown light shot up into the sky.

Wow

The dim yellow chain vibrated, revealing fine and dense cracks.

“Fellow Daoist Xiao, if you focus on defense, I’ll be in some trouble.

But since you've already fallen into the trap, how can you escape?"

As Fang Yi finished speaking.

The withered and prosperous demon god danced with his three heads and six arms.

Three dim yellow arms and three green arms correspond to each other, making seals representing vitality, decay, longevity, and prosperity.
In the six hands, the shadows of six magical weapons appeared one by one again.

The six magical instruments, namely the Creation Bowl, the Green Bamboo Staff, the Bone Rosary, the Ghost Spear, the Yi Wood Wheel and the Withered Soul Chain, were shining brightly with blue and grey light.

The energy of the magic weapon is connected, and its power and momentum continue to rise.

Foundation 1, Foundation 2, Foundation 3, Foundation 4
Six arms waved and magical weapons slammed down together.

"Boom!"

The foundation-building cultivator wearing armor was blasted into a pile of meat along with the armor.

Feeling that there were only three levels of magic power left in his dantian, Fang Yi's face turned pale.

First, he consumed his essence and blood, and then used his secret technique to kill a cultivator who was only a step away from the middle stage of foundation building.

Even if one builds a top-grade foundation of Taoism, a lot of magic power will be consumed.

He took out a jade bottle from the storage bag at his waist, tilted the bottle, and poured out a pill the size of a longan.

He swallowed the pill and felt the magic power in his dantian slowly recovering.

Fang Yi frowned slightly.

'No matter how excellent this Xuanzhi Qi-boosting Pill is, it is ultimately only a first-grade pill.

The next time I meet Junior Brother Xu, I will definitely ask him to help me refine some second-level Qi-recovering pills.'

Half an hour later.

With the help of Xuanzhi Qi-replenishing Pill and the Qi-recovering ability of the "Life and Death Withering and Flourishing Sutra", Fang Yi's Dantian magic power has been restored to 50%.

Looking at the cultivator in front of him who was about to turn into meat paste, Fang Yi activated the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner.

Gray-white ghost hands stretched out and pulled Xiao Teng's flesh, blood, and soul into the banner.

Sensing the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner's spiritual light becoming even stronger, Fang Yi nodded slightly in satisfaction.

Then he waved his sleeves and sucked the yellow-brown storage bag into his hand.

Ku Rong's magic power poured into the storage bag, and after a few strokes of the magic power, the remaining soul imprints were washed away.

Fang Yi probed his spiritual sense into the storage bag, and after a few breaths, he took out a turquoise blue gem.

After refining it slightly, he used the gem to sense the two spiritual waters, and his eyes lit up slightly.

"With this precious pearl, cultivating bitter cold plums is much easier."

At this time, Qijie also put away the yellow sand formation, and Gu Jiushang came to Fang Yi with surprise.

"I never thought that Junior Brother Fang would have such a method."

Fang Yi shook his head.

“After all, I have forged a high-grade foundation, and I can’t even defeat cultivators of the same level.

Then this top-grade Dao foundation would not be called the Heavenly Dao Foundation."

Gu Jiushang looked puzzled. "Then why didn't Junior Brother use his full strength when fighting that female Foundation Establishment cultivator earlier?"

Fang Yi stroked the shiny fur of Qijie in his arms.

"Brother Gu, you must know that for a fellow cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, fighting, defeating, and killing a cultivator of the same level are three completely different levels of difficulty.

The female cultivator who was building the foundation was not stopped by the formation, if she had not insisted on escaping.

If he joins forces with Xiao Teng, it will not be difficult for him to protect himself. How could we defeat him one by one?"

Gu Jiushang seemed to be thinking about something, wondering if Min Zhenzhen and Xiao Teng would join forces, or if they would escape separately.

Even if there are three foundation-building cultivators on their side, even if Fang Yi has a trump card, as fellow foundation-building cultivators, don’t Min Zhenzhen and Xiao Teng have any too.

The two foundation-building monks are fighting for their lives, and the outcome is still uncertain.

"Then I'll wait this time, and I'll be lucky."

Fang Yi patted his storage bag and summoned the Wind Feather Eagle. He then stepped on its thick back.

He didn't say much. Even if Min Zhenzhen and Xiao Teng fought to the death together, he would still be willing to pay a certain price.

It was not difficult to defeat the two of them. Fang Yi had just used all his strength and had already made an accurate assessment of his own combat power.

If he used all his strength, even without Gu Jiushang and Qijie, he could fight against a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

As for the outcome, it depends on the foundation of the cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.
Three days later.

Baimu Garden.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and strands of moonlight are falling.

In a quiet room.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, with the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins waving in front of him.

As the magic power was inhaled and exhaled, rich vitality gathered, rippling layers of green halos.

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and streams of magical power flowed.

The rich vitality of plants and trees turned into a green jade tripod. Inside the tripod was a dark wood seed, rooted in the thick spiritual soil.

The blue and black spiritual lights of the spirit seed intertwined, and blue spiritual characters were faintly visible on the surface of the spirit seed.

The third-level spiritual species is bitter cold plum.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and a bowl-shaped ritual instrument was raised.

The Jade Spirit Spring in the bowl is emerald green all over, shimmering with light, and surrounded by rich water spirit.

As Fang Yi activated his magic power, the bowl tilted and drops of Jade Spirit Spring dripped from the spirit seed.

The Yuling Spring gurgles out from the bowl.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Drop by drop, the spiritual spring drips into the emerald jade tripod.

The bitter cold plum spiritual seeds continue to absorb the unique vitality from the spiritual spring.

On the outer shell of the spirit seed, ancient spiritual characters are wandering.

One drop, three drops. Five drops, ten drops. Twenty drops, thirty-five drops.
As all the Yuling springs dripped.

click

click

A crack appeared on the outer shell of the spirit seed and slowly expanded.

The last tender green spiritual bud appeared.

Fang Yi saw this and made up his mind, and offered up a jade goblet as a magical instrument.

The jade goblet tilted, and the spiritual water from the vast ocean gurgled, turning into a gurgling stream, falling continuously.

Wow

The tender buds are waving, constantly absorbing the essence from the spiritual springs of the vast ocean.

In just ten breaths, the tender shoots continued to grow taller.

One inch, two inches, three inches
Five inches and seven inches
One foot.
The young buds exhausted the vitality of the two spiritual springs, grew to a foot high, and the lush green branches and leaves were waving.
The spiritual energy in the quiet room was constantly being extracted, turning into a dense spiritual mist that was greedily devoured by the bitter cold plum.

Watching a small vortex of spiritual energy taking shape in the quiet room.

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag and took out several medium-grade wood spirit stones.

Then spiritual light emerged from his fingertips, exploding the spiritual stones one by one.

Three days later.

The bitter cold plum gradually stopped absorbing spiritual energy.

Wisps of spiritual mist began to slowly gather from the branches and leaves.

"Here it is, the materials for refining the Dan-Jie spirit item, the Withering and Flourishing Water."

Fang Yi's face was serious, the magic gestures in his hands changed, and he made seals one after another.

Tick ​​tock!

After a while, the dense spiritual mist condensed and turned into a drop of withering water.

It is contained in the Jade Jue magic instrument.

As the seals are continuously inserted one after another.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Drop after drop of withered and flourishing water condenses.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yi spread his sleeves and the Jade Jue magic weapon was sucked into his hand.

Looking at the blue and gray spiritual light flowing in the jade goblet.

"Eight drops of Withering and Flourishing Water, plus the one drop condensed earlier, nine drops of Withering and Flourishing Water.

In this way, as long as we collect more spiritual water and spiritual soil to nourish the spiritual seeds, we will be able to condense a portion of withering and flourishing water sooner or later."

"call!"

Fang Yi exhaled a breath of foul air, his face showing no sign of concealing his joy.

"There is hope for Dan."

He recalled his past life. Although he had a top-grade spiritual root, he had to snatch food from the hands of the fake Dan Zhenren in order to get a second-rate spiritual object for Dan.

After several life-and-death experiences, I finally got an opportunity.

"Next is the matter of the Examination Pavilion."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep. "I wonder how Senior Brother Gu's investigation is going."

Half a month later.

In Baimu Garden.

Fang Yi looked at the gold-embossed invitation in his hand.

"I have successfully established my foundation. The 'Golden Muscle and Jade Bone Method' combined with the 'Adding Oil and Lighting Lamp Method', after a desperate struggle, I have finally succeeded in establishing my foundation."

Considering Fan Dacheng’s age, if he didn’t build a foundation, his life span would have been exhausted.

He looked at the contents of the invitation.

"The Changqing Club? Great, it's a good opportunity to meet Dacheng, Fellow Daoist Yang, and Junior Brother Xu again."

A hint of amusement appeared on Fang Yi's face.

Among the four cultivators who initially joined Xuanyang Mountain, three of them had established their foundation in Taoism.

This success rate is truly amazing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a knock on the door of the quiet room, accompanied by Gu Jiushang's hoarse voice.

"Master, I have found the person you are looking for."

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly, remembering that half a month ago, he ordered Gu Jiushang to secretly search for the cultivator who was hanging around in the Examination Pavilion in Fengling Fairy City.

What he wanted was a cultivator who was familiar with the current situation of the Examination Pavilion. Only someone who had been in the pavilion for at least five or six years would be able to know the situation of the foundation-building cultivators in the pavilion.

"The results came out so quickly."

Fang Yi rolled up his magic power, and the stone door of the quiet room slowly rose.

Gu Jiushang brought a familiar-looking cultivator into the quiet room.

The monk had a square face and broad ears, was nine feet tall, and had a tall and sturdy figure.

Although his eyes were still firm and persistent, there was a hint of fatigue in them.

He was wearing a bronze armor, and his exposed skin was emitting a bright light.

But there were scratches and traces of repairs on the armor.

The monk's eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, and finally he knelt on one knee as if he accepted his fate.

"Disciple Huo Weitao, greetings to Uncle Fang."

Seeing this, Fang Yi sighed in his heart. Cultivation is like the law of the jungle. One step slow, every step slow.
He spoke in a deep voice, and with a wave of his hand, a gentle magical power lifted the burly monk up.

"Nephew Huo, you're welcome. It's been a while since we last met. During the Xuanyang exam that day, your Erjiu Xuan Gong left a deep impression on me.

Counting the time, it has been ten years since we last met. I never thought that you and I would have such a fate."

Huo Weitao looked at the cultivator who had eliminated him in the past, who has now become a Foundation Establishment Master.

His expression changed several times, but life eventually smoothed out his edges. His tone was bitter but also respectful.

"Uncle Fang has profound magical powers, so defeating my nephew is a natural thing.
My nephew, I heard from Master Gu that my uncle came here to see the Master of Foundation Establishment in the Examination Pavilion."

(End of this chapter)