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

Chapter 439: Killing the Monster, Thoughts

Master Chunyue's beautiful eyes kept blinking.

Fang Yi had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his face became more and more handsome, and the aura around him was extremely rich.

Knowing that a male cultivator's reputation was important, she only stopped two foundation-building cultivators, Geng Laogui and Master Xu, and did not attack Master Heidao.

Although he is at the middle stage of foundation building, there is still a gap between him and others at the same level.

Master Chunyue once single-handedly injured a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Friend Fang, feel free to act with confidence. With me here, no one can disturb us."

Although Fang Yi didn't know why Master Chunyue helped him, with the power of the [Scripture of Life and Death], he didn't feel any ill will.

The situation in the Examination Hall is unclear now, and he is willing to reveal less of his background under the watchful eyes of the public.

He breathed softly.

"Xiao Qi, do it!"

"Hmph!"

Qijie twisted his body proudly, and the mountain and river treasure map was surrounded by the spiritual power of Wu Earth and slowly unfolded.

Then he spit out a ray of spiritual light, which landed on the small and exquisite treasure gourd.

Yellow spiritual sand gushed out of the gourd, the wind whistled, the spiritual sand flew, and dozens of thick rock pillars condensed.

One after another, ancient and heavy runes jumped out from the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd.

Runes danced in the yellow sand, shining with spiritual light and connecting with each other. A hazy scene emerged, and a small space of formation took shape.

In the topaz-colored light column, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd floats up and down, constantly absorbing and exhaling magical power.

"A demon pet setting up a formation? A second-level mid-grade formation master?"

The Black Knife Master had a strange look on his face, and he slapped his pet bag, and a wind-feathered eagle flew out.

"Wow!"

With a long cry, the Wind-Feathered Eagle flapped its long wings and pounced towards the Seven Rings.

"Friend Fang, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. Now that there are only two of us left, how about we each take a step back?"

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the banner of withered and prosperous world appeared behind him, the banner swaying and full of green light.

A shadowy figure of a demon god walked out, wearing a crown of creation, a Yi wood robe, and a face with majesty but a hint of mercy.

"A top-grade medical instrument?"

The Black Knife Master's expression changed slightly.

Medical instruments are not good at fighting, so reaching the highest grade can be a great help.

This Fang Yi's threat has doubled.

Seeing Fang Yi's two top-grade magic weapons protecting him, Master Chunyue's brows relaxed, and the hydrangea magic weapon of Master Heidao locked in her sleeve was also slowly put away.

'It is indeed the top-grade cauldron I have chosen, it is handsome and extraordinary, with profound heritage.
In this way, after dual cultivation, it is possible to maintain a long-term relationship.
But we can't let these two ugly guys get away.'

She waved the purple mandarin duck fan in her hand, and purple flames emerged. The hydrangea magic weapon in her sleeve began to emit red light.

The aura of the middle stage of foundation building surged out, and his spiritual thoughts locked onto Geng Laogui and Xu Shangren, wondering in his heart to what extent the two were injured.

"Chun Yue, a lowly slave, you dare to meddle in the affairs of my Tian Dao Wu with your few skills?!
I am not your suitor, so don't regret it!"

Old Ghost Geng's hair and beard were standing on end, he was cursing loudly, and a gray blade slashed down from his sleeve.

"Zheng!"

The long sword hummed softly, and Master Xu also absorbed and exhaled his magic power, not giving Master Chunyue a chance to argue, and slashed out with the sharp sword light.

"Slut?"

Master Chunyue's expression froze, and then his eyes narrowed, with a hint of murderous intent.

She had been thinking that after the matter was over and they had established this friendship, she would invite Fang Yi to Lan Yuexuan for an in-depth conversation.

I never thought that these two ugly guys would dare to take action first.

"Ah!"

With a light laugh, Master Chunyue gently shook her slender hands.

The purple mandarin duck fan waved, and purple flames surged, turning into the shape of mandarin ducks, burning the sword light.

Immediately, he waved his sleeves and knocked the red hydrangea magic weapon down.

"boom!"

With just one strike, the red hydrangea magic weapon created a crack in the gray knife magic weapon.

"I'll teach you a lesson, you ignorant thing!"

Fang Yi had a strange look on his face, feeling the caring gazes from Master Chunyue from time to time.

He waved his sleeves, and the power of the wood spirit gathered. Dozens of vines spread out and turned into a huge net, heading towards Feng Lingying.

Luo Tiandou was also raised up, and gray spiritual light flowed and spread continuously in the air.

A second-level mid-grade demon beast is just right for refining a quasi-second-level Fengling puppet.

If there are changes in the Immortal City, we need to make more preparations to show our cards in public to all the cultivators.

"Wow!"

A tragic eagle cry echoed, and the Wind Spirit Eagle was bound by Luo Tiandou and a large vine net.

Then the Seven Rings' demonic power surged and the yellow sand rolled, turning into a large earth handprint that fell down.

Both are second-order, mid-grade monsters with Seven-Prize Earth-grade bloodlines, and have been cultivated with all their might by Fang Yi. How can they be compared to the Fengling Eagle?

In just the time it took to stick up an incense stick, the Fengling Eagle was severely injured.

"Eagle!"

Master Black Blade's expression was grim. They were both second-rank, mid-grade demon beasts. After only a single incense stick of fighting, Wind Wing Eagle was in mortal danger.

"How dare you, you bastard!"

"Fellow Daoist Black Knife, let's just let our spirit pets get close to each other. Why do you have to interfere?"

Fang Yi was dressed in blue, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and was extremely handsome.

He chuckled, and the Green Lotus Flag fluttered in the wind, blocking the way of Master Black Knife.

"Fang Yi, I underestimated you!"

Master Black Knife was eager to save his pet, and a second-level, mid-grade demon pet, which was also a spiritual bird, would be of great help to him.

How could he be killed by Qijie like this?

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

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood with a slight fragrance gushed out and turned into blood mist.

Nourished by the essence and blood, the power of the black knife weapon increased greatly, and with a cold light flowing, it slashed towards the Seven Rings. After the previous battle, the Black Knife Master knew that although Fang Yi of Qingzhi Tower was a medical practitioner, he was indeed not good at fighting.

However, holding two top-grade magical weapons, it would be difficult to defeat him even if he used all his strength.

In this case, the demon pet must be rescued first.

"Zheng!"

The black blade light was filled with murderous aura and fell from the sky.

Seeing this, Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world fluttered.

The shadowy figure of the demon god wearing Yimu robes showed compassion on his face, and the medicine cauldron in his hand was pouring out, and wisps of fragrance fell.

The spiritual fragrance and the green lotus converged, and the huge green lotus continued to bloom, emitting a bright green light.

Easily stop the black knife magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoist Black Blade, this road is blocked."

Fang Yi's sleeves fluttered and his robe rustled.

"Wow!"

A miserable eagle cry was heard, and the Wu Earth handprint fell, and the Fengling Eagle completely lost its energy.

His mind was empty, and when he saw Feng Lingying die, Heidao was about to get angry.

"Brother Black Knife, save me!"

He turned his eyes and saw that Old Ghost Geng and Master Xu were pale, their robes were torn, and there was a faint smell of burning around them, and their aura had dropped.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Fang Yi, I've got this in mind!
You had that slut help you this time, but you won't be so lucky next time!"

The man with the black knife was dark-skinned, with veins bulging on his forehead. He then raised a knife-shaped jade pendant.

A ray of spiritual light shot up into the sky and turned into a film of light, which swept up Old Ghost Geng and Master Xu and dropped them into the Battle Hall of Tiandaowu.

Taking a step forward, Master Black Knife landed in the ancient wooden building with carved railings and jade bricks, activating the protective formation.

"From today on, the War Merit Hall will be closed for three years."

"boom!"

At the Bishui Pavilion's headquarters, the furnace of heaven and earth was breathing out fire, and the dark wooden ruler fell again, interrupting the connection between Master Bingyan and Aunt Xie and the other three.

Suppressing the turbulent blood in his heart, Master Bingyan waved his white hand and offered up a precious pearl.

A flash of azure light passed by, and steam rose up, which was also a protective formation.

"Xu Qingshe, I admit this. From today on, the entire Bishui Pavilion will be in seclusion for three years."

"Fang Yi, Xu Qingshe, this matter ends here."

A divine thought from the fake Dan Zhenren fell.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, knowing that the matter would end here. After all, there was a real person in charge of Fengling Fairy City.

Although he was happy for the disciples of Xuanyang Mountain to have a feud with Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu, he would never allow disciples from the three sects to die in the Immortal City.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and put away the Qinglian Baose Flag, Luotian Dou and other magic weapons.

Then he took out a spiritual jade box.

A green spiritual light swept past, placed the Wind Feather Eagle's absorption box, and a yellow talisman was affixed to it, sealing off the Qi.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chunyue, for your help this time." Fang Yi bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"It's just a small matter. After you finish the matter at Qingzhi Tower, you can come to my Lanyue Pavilion.

I recently acquired a bottle of premium spirit wine that has been stored for sixty years. You and I can have a drink."

Master Chunyue smiled charmingly, pink light flowed, and she left with a gust of fragrant wind.

Xu Qingshe landed beside Fang Yi and glanced at Fang Yi, who was tall and graceful with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

He seemed to be thinking about something, then mumbled strangely and made faces.

"Senior Brother Fang is so lucky.

This Master Chunyue is in the Immortal City, and many Foundation Establishment Masters are eager to have a close encounter with her."

"Shut up and go back to the building to make medicine."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and they turned into a ray of light, landing in Qingzhi Tower.

Xu Qingshe didn't care at all. He laughed, glanced at Lan Yuexuan, and turned into a red light and left.

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After the two left, there was silence for a moment, and then the spiritual consciousness of dozens of foundation-building masters surged crazily through the eight trigrams.

“A cultivator at the eighth level of foundation building is so terrifying.

Even with the support of the Bishui Pavilion's Bihai Tide Battle Formation, even the four Foundation Establishment Masters combined are no match for him."

"What a great show! Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu lost more than they gained."

"Two top-grade magical instruments. Although the medical cultivators are not good at fighting, they are excellent at self-protection."

One month later.

Qingzhi Tower.

Looking at the more than ten invitations in front of him, some carved from spiritual jade and some made of ancient wood, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

Since the battle of magic ended, all the cultivators with some status in Fengling Fairy City have sent visiting cards.

Want to establish a relationship with Qingzhilou.

The whereabouts of the Jindan Zhenren are elusive, like a dragon that can't be seen from head to tail. The great cultivators in the late foundation building stage are already the most powerful group in Fengling Fairy City.

Xu Qingshe defeated Master Bingyan head-on.

When he fought against Black Knife, he killed the Wind Feather Eagle, and the combat power he displayed was enough to please many foundation-building masters in the Immortal City.

After a brief pause, Fang Yi spoke to Qin Yu, who was standing with his hands hanging down in a black robe.

"Yu'er, your uncle Xu and I are going to retreat to refine spiritual medicine. You, Zhao'er, and Dacheng should take this invitation.

You are welcome to accept all the spiritual objects sent by the various foundation-building forces."

Fang Yi paused.

"You have already reached the eighth level of Qi training and are not far from establishing your foundation. These spiritual objects will serve as nourishment for you and Zhao'er's cultivation.

[Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra] is a third-level technique, don't let me down."

"Yes, Master, don't worry. I will never let you down." Qin Yu bowed and retreated respectfully.

Seeing this, Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his eyes deep, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

"Investing so many spiritual objects to practice the third-level technique. If you haven't established a mid-level foundation
Yu'er, don't let me down."

(End of this chapter)