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

Chapter 286 Success, the two tribes fight
"We still have these fellow Taoists, so we can't waste them."

Fang Yi smelled the faint smell of blood and looked at the flesh and souls in the Qingyu Valley.

“Although there are no body-cultivating cultivators, the souls of two foundation-building cultivators and the flesh and blood of dozens of Qi-cultivating cultivators are also considerable gains.

Refining it in the bloody mire is also a great tonic for the Yin bones."

The banner of the Ruins Realm of Withering and Flourishing fluttered, and pitch-black ghost hands flew out from it.

Hundreds of ghost hands roared in the Qingyu Valley, grabbing the flesh, blood and souls of the cultivators from the Wei and Ming families and sending them to the spirit flag.

In just one stick of incense, the bloody smell in the valley was swept away, and all the flesh and souls were cleared away.

"Crash!"

Dozens of black and white chains shot out from the banner and entangled Ming Heng's soul.

Fang Yi lightly tapped his fingertips and a ray of light shot out.

"Buzz!"

The black and white chains tightened, pulling the soul into the banner inch by inch.

Looking at the treasure banner in his hand, which was emitting even more spiritual light.

In the mire of flesh and blood within the banner, dark spots appeared all over the body of the sinister corpse puppet, which was continuously swallowing and spitting out essence and blood.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"Yu Xing died, and the newly promoted Foundation Establishment Master Ming Heng of Sanling Valley tragically died.

Killing two birds with one stone, Ming Heng of the Ming family died, and now only three foundation-building masters, Ming Su, Ming Xing, and Ming Xiang, remain."

He pondered for a moment, then activated the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand.

The spiritual banner swayed, and a blood energy entangled with the aura of the ninth son of the Wei family and Ming Heng flowed out from the banner.

The blood slowly drifted down and stained a rock.

"Just look at the confidence of the old ghost Ming Xiang of the Ming family.

The Ming family also has a top-grade magic weapon, the Small Zhoutian Plate, which is the family treasure.

The old ghost Mingxiang had the same cultivation level as Wei Jiuxiao, both of them were cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building for many years.

The Ming family was also founded by the False Dan Master in the early years. I wonder how much of their heritage remains now. If the Ming and Wei families can clash in the future,

Fang Yi and the Wei family are rivals, and when it comes to the power of controlling the Examination Hall, Fang Yi will not back down even a little.

The Ming family of Sanling Valley owns a second-level soul-nourishing tree.

He was also drooling over the soul-destroying vine that grew alongside this spiritual tree.

Once you get the Soul-Withering Vine, combine it with the Green Flame Lotus Leaf given by Xiao Changce.

This Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner can be used once again to perform the Wood Refining Technique.

With the current foundation of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner.

Then use the Withered Soul Vine and the Green Flame Treasure Lotus Leaf, two second-grade top-grade spiritual objects that symbolize withering and flourishing, to refine it.

Fang Yi was confident that he could use the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner to refine twelve magical prohibitions, or even a quasi-magic weapon.

With the help of this grade of natal item, he would have the confidence to seek the position of the head of the Examination Pavilion.

Stroking the spirit banner in his hand, Fang Yi was quite satisfied with this harvest.

"With the spiritual nourishment of the two foundation-building cultivators, the power of this Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner has reached a new level.

The Ming family has also been weakened. When Junior Brother Xu comes out of seclusion, he will ask for the Soul-Nourishing Tree, and I can consider the matter of the Soul-Withering Vine.

As for the Wei family in Changle Valley?
One foundation-building ally died, and another foundation-building seed fell.

This has already broken an arm, and from now on it all depends on Fellow Daoist Luo, how much foundation he has, and how much advantage he can gain."

Fang Yi threw the damaged map of mountains and rivers in his hand to Qijie.

"Xiao Qi, this mountain and river map was broken by the Yin bone, you should practice it first.

When we return to the Immortal City, we’ll see if we can find a second-level weapon refiner to repair one or two.”

With a flick of his sleeves, he swept the silver-white little beast, which was holding the map of mountains and rivers, into his arms with great joy.

Stroking the shiny fur of the little animal in his arms, Fang Yi murmured in his heart.

"Senior Brother Gu, you're still pretending to be me in Zizhu Pavilion, so you need to move faster.

Don't let Wei Jiuxiao and Luo Shengyi get suspicious."

A light green light rose from the ground, appearing and disappearing, and rushed towards Fengling Immortal City.

Three days later.

A beam of azure light fell into the Jade Valley.

Sensing the remaining energy in the valley, an old monk walked out of the light.

Master Mingsu's face looked grim. The hand gestures in his hands changed, and his spiritual consciousness swept over every mountain, stone, grass and tree in the Qingyu Valley inch by inch.

After a while, his expression changed.

Looking at a dark rock, two auras were entangled on the rock.

The magic power in his hand surged and a suction force brought the rocks over.

"What is this? Ming Heng's aura."

Thinking of the extinguished soul lamps in his clan, Ming Su felt a faint regret in his heart.

“If I had known this would happen, I would never have let Ming Heng leave the clan before he even finished refining his own magical weapon.

A master who has established his foundation, and a Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree. The clan has been hurt this time."

Master Mingsu slapped his storage bag, and a dark decree appeared in his hand.

With a push of magic power, the dark decree floated in the air, absorbing the energy of the rocks.

There was murderous intent in his eyes and murderous aura around him.

"This Soul-Severing Order is made from the soul-nourishing wood of our clan, although it's not made from the highest quality wood heart.

But this Soul-Cutting Order is also good at absorbing Qi.

I want to see which cultivator dares to plot against my Ming family like this."

Ming Su was quite confident. Judging from the remaining energy in Qingyu Valley, this was definitely not the work of a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage.

All the great cultivators in the late foundation-building stage of the entire Dayun Immortal Realm have their own affairs.

It is not about collecting spiritual objects for the Jindan realm in order to reach the Jindan realm.

It is to prepare for the establishment of a family.

When they were occasionally free, they were dispatched by major sects such as Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu to resist the beast tide.

It is impossible for him to have the energy to kill a mere Qi-cultivating cultivator and a Five-Flame Cherry Spirit Tree.

"who!"

Ming Su's face darkened, and a flying sword flew out from his sleeve, stabbing towards a corner of the Qingyu Valley.

"Dang!!" The sound of metal colliding was heard, and a dark green shield blocked the flying sword.

Wei Qiong's face looked grim, and the blood bead in his hand was spinning.

"The old ghost from the Ming family in Sanling Valley?"

He was shocked.

Thinking of his own Thirteenth Brother, he intercepted and killed the Yuanhun Grass that he was sending to Zizhuxuan in Fengling Fairy City.

'Was this planned by the old guy from Sanling Valley?

Wei Jiu was too impulsive after all. This matter can only happen once, but this time he has put his life on the line.'

A murderous look flashed across Wei Qiong's eyes as he thought of the trump card Wei Jiuxiao had given him.

'The Ming family of Sanling Valley is only a foundation-building family.

However, the three cultivators in the clan, Mingxiang, Mingxu, and Mingxing, have all been cultivators in the foundation-building stage for many years.
He was also good friends with Fang Yi, and since Ming Xiang Laogui was not around, he took this opportunity to keep Ming Su here.

In this way, there are only two remaining foundation-building masters, even though the old ghost Mingxiang is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation-building.

Under this beast tide, the Ming family also has no spare energy to continue to interfere in the feud between the clan and Fang Yi.'

In a flash, Wei Qiong had made up his mind.

The two families had been enemies for a long time, and they took this opportunity to weaken Fang Yi's power and connections at the Spiritual Medical Clinic.

Wei Qiong raised a magical weapon called the Mountain and River Fan.

This mountain and river fan is his natal magic weapon.

The magic weapon has eight magic prohibitions and is of top quality among the top-grade magic weapons.

"How dare you, old man, do this just for a cart of Yuanhun Grass?

The Ming family of Sanling Valley?" Wei Qiong sneered.

"A mere foundation-building family dares to interfere in the dispute over the Xuanyang Mountain Examination Pavilion.

It's just right to save your life and teach Ming Xiang Laogui a painful lesson.
Let's see if he dares to reach out again!"

This mountain and river fan contains the vast sea wind, a rare object of heaven and earth.

With all his strength, the folding fan unfolded and vast rays of spiritual light flowed.

The Mountain and River Fan waved gently, and strands of wind spiritual power gathered together.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The wind spiritual power circulated and collided, eventually turning into a sharp hurricane tornado, attacking Ming Su and killing him.

Call ~
Call ~
The strong wind whistled past, breaking the grass and trees, and easily scratching the hard rocks.

"Canggu Wei family monk? Yuanhuncao?
Good! Good! Good! I want to see how capable you are. You dare to speak so arrogantly and ask me to leave my life behind."

A sound like muffled thunder came from the mouth of the old monk.

The pressure from the Foundation Establishment Master came from Ming Su's body, locking onto Wei Qiong.

"I'm not Ming Heng. I haven't even fully refined my own magical weapon!"

Feeling the terrifying power of the hurricane tornado, Ming Su slapped his storage bag.

Raise a green leaf-shaped defensive weapon.

Under the influence of magic power, the green leaf magic weapon turned into a ten-foot-long emerald shield, protecting Ming Su firmly behind him.

"Buzz!"

The green leaf shield vibrated, and the wood-attributed spiritual power quickly gathered, emitting a bright green light, and was in a stalemate with the wind tornado.

"Oh, only your Wei family has treasures?"

Ming Su smiled coldly and made up his mind.

If it were an ordinary time, he would not dare to do this to the foundation-building master of Xuanyang Mountain.

But now it is a desolate wilderness with no one living in it, and Wei Qiong is also full of murderous intent.

"With Fellow Daoist Luo Shengyi's protection, as long as we don't get caught in the act by the Xuanyang Mountain Law Enforcement Team.

Wei Qiong, your life is in my hands.

Brother Mingxiang wants to ask Fellow Daoist Fang Yi for help in doing something big, and he just happens to be in need of a gift.

Now that I have your head, I think that's enough!"

"The old ghost is so arrogant!" Wei Qiong's face turned pale and he once again offered up a blue gem.

The pearl slowly turned and turned into a spring.

The spring was sparkling, and azure light was flowing out, sweeping towards Master Mingsu.

A vast wave crashed over, and Master Mingsu's cold voice rang out.

“Fellow Daoist Wei Qiong, I’m sure you’re very curious.

I am just a cultivator from the Ming family of Sanling Valley, a mere cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

How dare I fight with a disciple from a great sect like you in this desolate wilderness!"

As the words fell, a ray of starlight shot up into the sky.

In the mysterious starlight, an ancient magic disk was moving, and its terrifying power was looming.

"Small Zhoutian Star Plate!" Wei Qiong's face changed. He was very clear about the power of the top-grade magic weapon.

"Old ghost Mingxiang actually asked you to take the Small Zhoutian Star Plate away from the clan?"

"Ah!"

Ming Su was very proud in his heart. For the past ten years, he had been unlucky and his luck was low.

His plans were ruined several times by the evil monks of the White Bone Sect.

First, they supported Qingzhu Mountain, but were stopped from hunting monsters with Song Qinghe of Xuanyang Mountain.

Afterwards, they surrounded the group of water-drawing leopards and killed a second-level water-drawing leopard at a great cost.

I originally thought that I could use the second-level water-attributed inner elixir carried by the Water Leopard King to refine the foundation-building elixir.

As a result, the plan was ruined by the monks from the White Bone Sect.

There was a hint of resentment in Ming Su's tone.

"Fellow Daoist Fang Yi is looking for cooperation with my Ming family. I have a feeling that something unexpected is going to happen.

But I never thought the loss would be so great.

Fortunately, before leaving the clan, I borrowed the Small Zhoutian Plate from my fellow clan member.

Otherwise, how can we make up for the loss suffered by our Ming family this time?"

The top-grade magic weapon, the Small Zhoutian Star Plate, was raised by Ming Su, and strands of starlight were wrapped around it.

The star disk shook slightly, shattering the hurricane and suppressing the vast waves.

(End of this chapter)