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

Chapter 316: Arrangement, Corpse Land

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The bloody mire beat like the heart of a wild beast, and scarlet spiritual light shot up into the sky.

The thick deathly aura transformed into a gray snake, swimming in the muddy pond of blood and flesh.

The scarlet spiritual light stirred up waves of blood, escaping from the Kuruo Small Cave, stirring up a tide of spiritual energy in the Xuanshuang Gorge.

"Xiao Qi.
Fang Yi called out slightly, and the silver-white little beast activated the yellow sand formation that had been set up long ago to suppress the rolling energy.

There was a gleam in his eyes as he looked through the mire of blood and flesh at the corpse that was being digested deep inside.

"This is?"

After a while, he looked surprised.

He withdrew his divine consciousness from the banner and placed it on the second-order spiritual vein of the ancient family's land.

'More than 500 cultivators' bodies merged into the mire of flesh and blood, and the Xuanshuangjian Yuan family had another second-level ownerless spiritual vein.

With the right time and place, it is hoped that a sacred place for corpse cultivation can be created.

With this sacred place, not only can the Kuruo small cave be completed to some extent.

The Yin Bone of the Nether Corpse can also be strengthened by practicing. So, we can't miss such an opportunity.

Fang Yi's mind moved.

Green and gray spiritual light flowed around his body, his magic power gradually declined, and waves of spiritual light rippled.

As his thoughts changed, the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner floated in the air, fluttering in the wind without moving.

The dim yellow spiritual light swirled around, turning into decayed halos and falling on the spiritual banner.

He lightly tapped his fingertips and a stream of withering magic power was released.

"fall!!"

The magical power and spiritual light of the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner converged and transformed into various spiritual patterns, blessing it.

The Yin Bone in the banner had a ferocious look on its face and howled towards the sky.

"Roar!"

With the blessing of the black corpse energy, the power of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner increased by another 30%.

The spirit flag was like a long nail, falling towards the only second-level spirit vein and spirit eye in Xuanshuangjian.

"Buzz!"

An ice-blue magic restriction appeared on the spiritual eye, continuously drawing spiritual power from the spiritual vein, turning into an ice jade shield, and blocking the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner.

'Second-level low-grade Xuanshuang Formation?

The Yuan family does have some foundation, and even the clan protection formation has two second-level formations.

However, it's still a little bit worse.'

Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

Although this Xuanshuang Formation is a second-level formation, it has no support from foundation-building cultivators. Even if there is a second-level spiritual vein as a source of spiritual power, it will only take a little effort.

"Xiao Qi, go dismantle this formation and see what treasures are contained in this spirit eye?"

"Hmph!"

Upon hearing about the treasure, the silver-white little beast's eyes lit up, and it immediately urged the demon cloud to transform into a topaz-colored spiritual light from the rolling yellow sand, shooting towards the Xuanshuang Formation.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

After a stick of incense, the unattended second-level Xuanshuang Formation was broken by Qijie.

The Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner fell into the eye of the second-level spiritual vein and transformed into a withered ancient tree with twisted roots, continuously drawing spiritual energy from the spiritual vein.

Half an hour later.

Looking at the dense spiritual energy in the Kuruo small cave, it turned into azure auspicious clouds.

Fang Yi knew that if he didn't quickly evolve the blood and flesh mud pond into a corpse spiritual land, the spiritual energy that was not suppressed by the spiritual eyes would dissipate very quickly.

'If you want to evolve it into a second-level spiritual land, a corpse-piling land, this amount of death energy is still a little lacking.

The quality of corpse materials is more important than quantity. The bodies of high-level cultivators of Qi training are used together to build this spiritual land of corpses.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately activated his spiritual power.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The ghostly spirits surrounded by ghosts threw the remaining corpses of high-level Qi-cultivating monks into it.

After all the corpses of the Qi-cultivating monks fell into it, Fang Yi raised his brows slightly.

'The Lü family of Qingyan Valley and the Yuan family of Xuanshuangjian were given nourishment for their bodies, blood and flesh.

This bloody mire has already taken shape as a second-level spiritual land, but it still lacks a little.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

The dark stone coffin containing Lu Ji and Master Yuan Shuang also fell into the mire of blood and flesh.

The misty spiritual energy that turned into auspicious clouds also fell down and merged into the scarlet mud pond.

Stimulated by this, a strong aura of death and resentment emanated from the dark sarcophagus, filling the entire quagmire of flesh and blood.

Fang Yi's gaze passed through the Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner and fell on Yin Gu, who had an excited expression and was laughing strangely.

I saw streams of deadly evil energy as thick as thumbs coming out from the muddy pond of flesh and blood, continuously nourishing Yin Bone's body and causing its Qi to slowly rise.

"It's done!
A quasi-second-level demonic spiritual land where corpses are piled up."

Fang Yi showed a look of joy, he knew that this corpse piled land was only a quasi-second-level spiritual land.

However, its foundation is solid, and it has two second-grade low-quality corpses for nourishment. After that, it only needs to add some fresh corpses, and its advancement to the second-grade spiritual land is a natural thing.

As for where to find the remaining corpses?
Fang Yi was confident and looked at the last stick of Three Insects Destruction Incense in his storage bag.

Half a month later, Xuanyang Mountain, Tianji Peak.

"arrive!"

Li Lingxiu's long sleeves fluttered as she landed in front of an ancient bluestone-carved hall on Tianji Peak.

Her long sleeves fluttered and she spoke softly.

"Junior Brother Yan, I am following the order of True Man Jiuhan and need your assistance with something!"

"Uncle Jiuhan?"

Yan Youtai frowned. He had almost no contact with True Man Jiuhan. What was the purpose of such an edict?
"Never mind, the Jindan Zhenren's decree must give me some respect after all."

He swung his sleeves and a ray of spiritual light shot out, and a three-meter-long portal appeared in the forbidden area of ​​the Qingyu Hall.

"Senior Sister Li, come in and have a chat."

In the main hall, Li Lingxiu looked carefully at Yan Youtai, who was sitting cross-legged with an expressionless face.

This is the most top-notch foundation-building cultivator in Xuanyang Mountain, who is most protected by the Jindan Zhenren.

She knew that even though she was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, her status was still three points lower than that of Yan Youtai, who possessed an exceptional talent for divination. Li Lingxiu smiled and spoke politely.

"Junior Brother Yan, here is the decree from True Man Jiuhan.

Near the Fengling Fairy City, a foundation-building family in my Xuanyang Mountain was poisoned to death by a demonic cultivator.

There are nearly a thousand cultivators in the clan, and only one orphan is left. I have come here with great presumption to ask my junior brother to help me with divination."

"Calculate the whereabouts of that foundation-building poison cultivator?"

Yan Youtai frowned slightly, but did not refuse.

With the nourishment of Fang Yi's Yimu Longevity Energy, his cultivation level has recovered, and it is difficult for him to refuse the order of the Jindan Zhenren.

He waved his sleeves and summoned a green leaf flying boat.

"Time is precious, Senior Sister Li, please leave."

Fengling Fairy City, South.

Yunshuipo

The lakes and islands that used to be sparkling and shrouded in mist are now silent.

"My fellow demon, we have no grudges against each other, so why do you have to kill us all?

If you are willing to let me live, I am willing to collect blood food for you! !"

The foundation-building master of the Xu family of Yunshuibo looked at the clan land where the wind was howling and the smell of corpses was lingering, his face pale.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, put on a smile, and spoke in a flattering manner.

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, his clothes fluttered, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world in his hand swayed.

"Boom!"

Yin Gu had a sinister look on his face, surrounded by corpse qi, and chopped down with a bronze axe in his hand.

"Pfft!"

Looking at Master Xu who was split into two halves, Fang Yi nodded slightly, waved the spirit flag, and urged the ghosts and spirits to start looting Yunshuipo.

An hour later.

Looking at the Yunshui Lake that had been completely plundered, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

The fingertips changed the magic formula, and the five-colored precious lotus that had intercepted the spiritual poison floated out from the orphan of the Chiya Valley family.

He slapped his storage bag, and a purple spiritual light flew out, transforming into half a stick of Three Insects Sun Yuan Incense.

With a light tap of his fingertips, the foundation-building true fire emerged and ignited the insect incense.

Curls of purple smoke rise up, blending seamlessly with the five-colored lotus.

Poison Secret Technique: Two-Polarity Poison Fusion Method
Seeing the two spiritual poisons merge, Fang Yi flicked his sleeves, and the petals of the five-colored precious lotus surrounded by purple poisonous smoke withered.

Dozens of lotus petals swayed and fell one by one on the specially left first-level spiritual fields, training rooms, lobby and other places.

"Okay, now it's just a matter of finding a lucky person who discovers this place."

Fang Yi looked at the 'opportunity' he had left behind and nodded slightly.

The Xu family of Yunshuipo was specially selected by him. There is only one cultivator in the family who is in the early stage of foundation building.

Moreover, the Ming family of Sanling Valley has good relations with them, and they can almost be called vassals of the Ming family of Sanling Valley.

Moreover, the clan's territory is neither too far nor too close to Fengling Fairy City, so even if a Qi-cultivating cultivator is poisoned by the specially prepared mixed poison.

He could also go to the Immortal City to find a highly skilled doctor to treat him and save his life.

"After that, it depends on which monks will be the lucky ones."

Fang Yi activated his magic power and transformed into a faint spiritual light, escaping towards Fengling Immortal City.

Half a month later.

Qingzhi Tower in Fengling Fairy City.

In the quiet room, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, supported by a green auspicious cloud.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword was suspended in front of him, and one magical ban after another was shot out from his hands.

"Zheng!"

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword let out a long, sharp cry, a dark blue blade light flickered, and the aura around it continued to rise.

Fang Yi felt the magic restriction gradually taking shape in the knife. The magic restriction's spiritual light was flowing, but there was always a tiny crack that could not be healed.

He shook his head slightly.

“It’s still a step away, but it only takes a few years of hard work.

The most important thing is that the second-level spiritual land, the corpse accumulation ground in the Kurong Small Cave Heaven, is also about to take shape."

Fang Yi sensed a corner of the Kuruo Small Cave Heaven, where red and gray spiritual lights collided, corpse qi lingered, and waves of blood surged.

Thousands of Qi-cultivating monks from the three families of Lu, Yuan and Xu have been devoured.

In the gloomy and gloomy corpse-heap, there were only four dark stone coffins left, one large and three small, floating in the mire of blood and flesh.

"Hurry! Hurry!

The foundation is sufficient, and then the corpse qi will be generated and the yin meridians will gather."

Fang Yi's lips curled slightly. The evolution of a second-level corpse spiritual land was a great opportunity even for him.

Half an hour later.

"Wow!"

"This is?"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the ban in Qingzhi Tower slowly dissipated.

A Qingxiao sound-transmitting crane fluttered its wings and landed gracefully in front of him.

Luo Shengyi's words came from Yunhe's mouth.

"Junior Brother Fang, Senior Sister Li has returned from Xuanyang Mountain. Please come to the Merit Examination Pavilion."

"Finally," Fang Yi muttered to himself, "everything is ready, just waiting for the monk to take the stage."

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered as he stepped into the examination hall and heard someone making a noise.

"Junior Brother Fang, you know something big has happened!!"

Wei Qiong stared at Fang Yi and sneered.

“The Lu family of Qingyan Valley, the Yuan family of Xuanshuangjian, the Xu family of Yunshuibo, and the family of Chiyashan Valley.

In less than half a year, four foundation-building families and thousands of cultivators were wiped out."

Wei Qiong carefully glanced at the handsome monk who was the center of the Examination Pavilion from the corner of his eye.

He had a fawning look on his face.

(End of this chapter)