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

Chapter 468 The Curtain Rises (Two in One)

Zhong He wore a green bamboo crown and a purple-patterned cloak. With a flick of his finger, murderous intent burst out, and the cold light of the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword flowed and chopped down again.

"Zheng!"

With a sound of sword sound, the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword emitted a cold light.

The long sword whistled, and the sword energy slashed out, chopping off Fang Yi's head like lightning.

'Here he comes.'

Fang Yi looked at Zhong He, whose face was covered with black armor and whose figure was blurred, but whose aura was unconcealed.

He slapped his storage bag, and a white mysterious light flew out, transforming into a plain Luo umbrella.

"Buzz!"

The Ten-Direction Umbrella opened, and ripples fell from the slender brim, turning into a curtain of light.

The golden sword light fell, splitting the ripples layer by layer. Every time the sword light fell, a ripple evolved on the Ten Directions Umbrella.

"The ultimate defensive weapon?"

Zhong He narrowed his eyes, but was not surprised. It was rumored that the Yin Bone old monster in Xiaoyuanling was a fake Dan Zhenren who had fallen in cultivation.

He has a top-grade magic weapon, but it's nothing special.

He pointed his finger, and the twelve prohibitions on the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword lit up one by one. The power of the golden spirit gathered, and its power increased by 30%.

"Zheng!"

The Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword emitted sword light, and sharp sword energy slashed out.

Fang Yi felt the dim precious light hidden deep within the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword.

'The twelve magic prohibitions are complete, almost evolving into treasure prohibitions, and are about to be upgraded to a top-notch magic weapon?

Zhong He really has a trump card. I wonder how many backup plans the big sects like Bishui Pavilion and Tiandaowu have left behind for their Jindan seeds?

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered, and he clapped his skinny hands, and the Ten Directions Umbrella turned slowly.

Under the plain paper umbrella, there was a pulling force coming from the east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, up and down.

The various energies collided and pulled each other, turning into a twisted and chaotic field.

"Zheng!"

The Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword split through the layers of ripples, shooting out golden sword beams.

But the Ten Directions Umbrella was turning slowly, and the golden sword energy seemed to be stuck in the mud under the pull of forces from all directions.

In the distorted field of the plain paper umbrella, the spiritual sword could hardly advance an inch.

"Yudao magic weapon? This umbrella magic weapon is refined into a space spiritual object?"

Zhong He called back his natal flying sword, and a look of concern appeared in his eyes. For a sword cultivator like him, the thing he was most concerned about was the Yudao magic weapon.

A sword beam fell down, and with the protection of Yudao's magic weapon, only 30% to 50% of its full power remained, which was considered an outstanding flying sword.

Zhong He's brows furrowed as he thought about the impact of the quasi-third-level elixir on the Hanling Secret Realm.

“Old man, if I met you on ordinary days, I would not bother to go through the trouble.

Unfortunately, you did something you shouldn’t have done.”

Zhong He grabbed with his five fingers, and the surging golden spiritual energy gathered.

The golden light was bright and the long sword was whistling.

The Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword transformed into a golden sun and fell down.

"Sword Qi taking shape?
No, I just touched the edge of the sword path."

In the world of immortal cultivation, sword cultivators are well-known for their killing abilities. Apart from these, there is also the sword madman who loves to fight for the front line and enjoys the sound of war.

The most crucial thing is the sword techniques such as the differentiation of sword light, the transformation of sword energy, and the ability to break all laws with one sword.

Zhong He was able to comprehend a little bit of the sword's transformation method, which was enough for him to roam freely in the foundation-building realm.

If the sword energy can be transformed into a small form, it will be like a magic weapon that is in tune with the mind and can be unleashed with full force without having to worry about mana.

If he had this level of sword cultivation, Zhong He wouldn't need to collect so many magical elixirs, talismans, and elixirs to ward off the cold.
A single person with a single sword can kill through the secret realm of cold spirits and obtain the spiritual object of Dan
"If Zhong He is so arrogant, all the hard work I put into building this stage will be wasted."

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world behind him swayed, with streams of gray corpse energy flowing.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword appeared in his hand.

The Soul-Slaying Sword is as black as ink, and its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. It is extremely fierce, and faint blue runes flow on the blade.

"Sword cultivator, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword shot out. The sinister and murderous aura gathered and turned into a silver sword thread, which slashed into the golden sun transformed by the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword.

"clang!"

The Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword and the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Knife collided, the wind howled, the spiritual tide rolled, and the sound of gold and jade clashing echoed above the market.

The sharp Gengjin energy collided with the fierce Xuanyin light, and Zhong He had the upper hand.

It is difficult to kill Fang Yi in a short period of time.

"Hmm? The method of refining weapons into silk?"

Zhong He's eyes showed a strong excitement and his face flushed. He hadn't encountered this for a long time.

There is no one who has reached the foundation-building stage and can fight with him.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Gu, please see what I can do!"

He pointed his finger, and the golden light on the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword converged, turning into a golden thread and rolling towards the silver thread.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Gu, I also know a little bit about the method of refining swords into silk.
Please give me some advice, fellow Taoist."

On Xiaoyuanling.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword, which Fang Yi used to perform the method of refining weapons into silk, sometimes turned into a silver silk thread, and sometimes turned into a crescent moon.

Grind, pick, split, and dip
The silver threads were extremely flexible, constantly colliding with the golden threads transformed by the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword, and the clanging sounds of swords echoed.

Although the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword was at a disadvantage, it was still entangled with the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhong He has built his foundation to the ninth level, and even in order to cover up his mistake, he has restrained some of his fighting power.

But just relying on the accumulation of Qi training from the "Scripture of Life and Death", he was able to stop Zhong He, which already shows that the foundation of the "Scripture of Life and Death" is solid.

You have to know that unlike the body refining path, he has already cultivated to the peak of the second level.

Fang Yi's cultivation in Qi training is only at the fifth level of foundation building.

"I didn't take elixirs to increase my magical power, but worked hard to cultivate my foundation. It wasn't in vain. Steady and steady progress is the right way to practice."

"Zheng!"

The Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword roared, suppressing the silver thread transformed by the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Knife by another third.

It’s not that the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword is inferior to the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword, but that its cultivation level is in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment, which is more than one level lower than Zhong He’s ninth level of the Foundation Establishment.

His eyes swept across the corner of an ancient forest outside Xiaoyuanling Market, where a familiar aura of white bones was faintly visible.

Fang Yi mobilized a trace of blood and energy, and the gray corpse energy fell from the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner like a waterfall.

The scorching blood and the gloomy corpse energy gathered and rolled together, turning into different Yin corpse hands that struck out one after another.

"boom!"

Outside Xiaoyuanling, in an ancient forest.

Chi Hai changed the magic gestures with his fingertips, and the energy was converged, making him look like a dead body.

Looking at the more than ten large handprints of Yin corpses being shot out from Fang Yi's skinny hands, the corpse energy surged and the spiritual tide surged.

Chi Hai frowned, feeling a little relieved.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a move that day. This old guy Yin Gu, how many tricks does he have up his sleeve?

He actually fought Zhong He to this extent? ! !

However, this Yin Corpse Handprint is a second-level secret technique of the Corpse Dao, and its grade is not low.

Each time it is activated, a large amount of corpse energy is required.
Could it be"

When Master Chi Hai thought of the secret method of prolonging life in the Bai Gu Sect, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

"The White Bone Corpse Transformation Technique?

The Yin Corpse's handprint is tinged with life force. Could it be that this old monster is trying to use the White Bone Corpse Transformation Technique while his lifespan is still fresh?

Master Chi Hai looked dazed.

“This forbidden technique within the sect is extremely dangerous. Even if one succeeds in turning life into death, one still has to pay a terrible price.

After the White Bone Corpse Transformation Technique is performed, once the transformation is successful, the person's lifespan can be restored to their previous state, but their lifespan can be extended by at least two decades.
Afterwards, the monk's soul will gradually sink, he will not recognize his relatives, and will go insane.

Eventually, he lost his five senses and turned into a bloodthirsty zombie, slaughtering his fellow disciples."

Recalling Fang Yi's attitude of not taking Qing Yuanzhi seriously.

Master Chi Hai was shocked.

He was not afraid of a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage, even if the cultivator had fallen from the false elixir realm.

He is not afraid of a fight.

But if it is a genuine fake Dan Zhenren, his realm is overwhelming, and Chi Hai is not a stupid cultivator, so he will not mind that his life is too long.

With the cultivation level of foundation building, you dare to fight against the fake Dan Zhenren. Is this like hitting a rock with an egg?

"Damn it, I can't offend this old monster."

Chi Hai sighed in his heart.

"Fortunately, Zhong He tried to cover up his mistakes and finally let me see the true nature of this Yin Bone monster.

Although I have made some attempts, I have not completely broken off relations. I have made amends, so there is still a chance to turn enemies into friends."

Fang Yi holds a ten-direction umbrella.

On the other side, the [Life and Death Flourishing Sutra] was running at full power, and he could sense several faint energy currents from the foundation-building cultivators.

Beside the gurgling stream, under the towering ancient trees, in the hidden mountain stream
"This moist air, is it the egrets from the Bishui Pavilion? The medicinal fragrance lingers around, is this the Xuanzhi from the new market?

The sword intent is restrained, it should be Chen Zhan, the Jindan seed of Tiandaowu.

There are also Xia Zhengxuan and Xia Zhengbai from Fengling Fairy City.
Is that Hongzhuang and Chunyue from the Hehuan Sect?

If an ordinary cultivator in the late stage of foundation building were to know nothing about the hidden Dan seeds in various sects, he would definitely be unaware of it.

But under the influence of Fang Yi's [Scripture of Life and Death], a cultivator with hidden aura could read the text as if on the palm of his hand.

"The first scene is about to end. I can't let Zhong He disrupt my secret filming."

Fang Yi called out in his heart.

"Little Seven!"

Invisible waves of turbulence swept past.

Underground Grotto. "Hmph!"

Qijie twisted his body proudly, then looked at the center of the cave, above the spiritual eye.

A shimmering mirror reflected the battle between Fang Yi and Zhong He.

Seeing that the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword was suppressed by the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword, its range of movement was continuously reduced.

The silver-white little beast had a serious look on its face, and as its topaz-colored demonic power gathered, it opened its mouth and spit out a small and exquisite treasure gourd.

However, it was Qijie's natal magic weapon, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, which had been refined to the highest grade of magic weapon.

"call!"

The yellow spiritual sand gushed out of the gourd, the wind was howling, and the spiritual sand was flying.

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 formation space took shape, enveloping Fang Yi.

Second-grade superior formation: Wu Earth Rock Formation!

Qijie's brows were solemn and his demonic power was surging.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

A number of ancient brown stone spears shot out from behind Fang Yi.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

With the help of stone spears that were comparable to second-grade top-grade spells, the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword whistled and continuously repelled the Gengjin Soul-Slaying Sword.

Zhong He pointed his finger, and a golden light rotated, chopping down the ancient stone spears.

"Second-level superior formation?"

He took a deep look at the gray formation, and the fear in his eyes became more intense.

"A second-level high-grade formation presided over by a second-level formation master. It seems that today, I can't get the Yin bone.
After that, it will become even more troublesome.”

Zhong He was quite decisive.

Knowing the combat power of a second-grade top-grade formation presided over by a formation master, a formation with almost no flaws.

He waved his sleeves, and a gray spiritual light enveloped it. In a few breaths, Zhong He turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly, opened his lips slightly, and a loud sound echoed in Xiaoyuanling.

"My fellow Daoists, my Xiaoyuanling secret auction will begin the next day.

If you are interested, you can come in tomorrow and get the spiritual medicine you need."

"This old monster is terrifying. Although he relies on the power of the formation, he can still fight Zhong He to this extent.

It is also very rare
Junior Sister Xuanzhi, at the secret photo shoot tomorrow, be careful with your words and actions when you bring that person along, and don't mention anything that a poison master is not worthy of.

Otherwise, this old monster will be difficult to deal with."

Next to a large bluestone, Master Bai Lu was wearing a moon-white robe and had a solemn expression on his face.

A dark green gauze magic weapon, with spiritual light flowing, restrained the energy of her and Xuan Zhishang.

Master Bai Lu felt somewhat relieved.

“Fortunately, this old monster Yin Gu has fallen since he advanced from the false elixir stage, so he doesn’t need a elixir spiritual object.

Otherwise, the difficulty of obtaining the opportunity to form a pill in the Hanling Secret Realm would be three times higher."

Next to the large bluestone, a pink silk handkerchief embroidered with love stories between men and women was spread out.

Hidden runes flowed one after another, erasing the energy.

The lady in red makeup was wearing a pink gauze dress. She stopped when she saw Fang Yi and Zhong He fighting.

She sighed quietly.

"Junior Sister Chunyue, was it from this kind of person that you managed to escape with your life back then?"

"Senior Sister Hongzhuang misunderstood. This is not the case.
If Yin Bone had such a powerful fighting force back then, how could Junior Sister have escaped and ascended to heaven?"

A graceful voice sounded, and Master Chunyue was wearing a robe with golden silk and colorful flowers, her golden hair swayed, and her jade pendants jingled.

His whole body exudes the cultivation of the seventh level of foundation building.

Obviously, with the help of Xuanyang Health-Promoting Powder brewed by Fang Yi, Master Chunyue's cultivation has broken through the bottleneck.

Seeing the bitter look on the face of the beautiful lady, it is difficult to control oneself.

Master Chunyue sighed in his heart.

"Senior Sister, please don't worry too much about the cold-relieving elixir. If things are impossible, we will disrupt the situation and take advantage of the situation.

Moreover, before I left Fengling Fairy City, Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower would send his servants to bring me refined elixirs every now and then.
Even if we fail in our fight for the quasi-third-level cold-relieving elixir this time, we are still not without a way out."

Thinking of the elixir that Gu Jiushang had sent her in the past, Hongzhuang Shangren was certain.

The next day.

In Xiaoyuanling, the cold wind was howling and heavy snow was falling like goose feathers.

On the roof of the White Bone Building, Fang Yi, wearing a green silk robe with elephant patterns, looked at the empty Xiaoyuanling market.

"kindness?"

A ray of green light flashed by, and he reached out with his bony hand, and a jade talisman fell into his hand.

Feel the spiritual energy of the clear water in the jade talisman.

"Unexpectedly, the first to be unable to hold back was the Bishui Pavilion."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. As time passed, the impact of this Hanling Secret Realm became greater and greater.

"Tap Tap!"

In the corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps on the wooden stairs could be heard.

The thin Black Soul, dressed in a gray brocade robe, quickly stepped forward, bowed his head, and then respectfully reported.

He had already vaguely discovered the terrifying side of his master, fighting alone against Zhong He, a sword cultivator at the ninth level of the foundation building stage.

How could such a cultivator be content to wait for death?
Black Soul already knew that his chances of inheriting the mantle might be slim, but his soul lamp fell into Fang Yi's hands.

If you have second thoughts, you will be unable to live or die.

He had no choice but to work harder.

"Master, the time for the secret photo shoot has arrived.

The bell cranes of Xuanyang Mountain... the egrets and black chrysanthemums of Bishui Pavilion... the Hongzhuang and Chunyue masters of the Hehuan Sect...

And there's also Chen Zhan from Tiandaowu... Chi Hai from the White Bone Sect...

Xia Zhengxuan and Xia Zhengbai from Fengling Immortal City, as well as their subordinates and fellow disciples...

More than ten foundation-building masters invited by the market have all arrived, without a single one absent.

It's just that the fellow Foundation Establishment Daoists are very angry and seem ready to fight."

Master Black Soul had a bitter expression on his face. His original intention was to build the foundation of Taoism. He was already a hero and had no problem protecting himself.

But after seeing it today, he realized that if he didn't condense the golden elixir, he would ultimately be someone else's pawn.

"boom!"

I could feel the rising energy that was constantly interweaving on the bone altar in the core of Xiaoyuanling Market.

Master Black Soul bowed his head.

"Master, please go to the White Bone Altar and preside over the secret auction!"

"The secret auction will begin. We cannot keep you fellow Foundation Establishment practitioners waiting for too long."

Feeling several spiritual consciousnesses extending from the bone altar with malicious intent, Fang Yi's clothes fluttered, as if he was lost in thought.

"It seems that there is more than one Foundation Establishment cultivator who wants to make a move. However, in the cultivation world, strength is respected after all."
A gray spiritual light overflowed from Fang Yi's robe, and strands of spiritual light flowed and collided, turning into a bright beam of light that shot up into the sky, stirring up the changes in the wind and clouds.

Fang Yi wore a topaz crown on his head, and his robes rustled.

"Dark Soul, let's go! Don't keep you fellow Taoists waiting for too long!"

He raised his boots and stepped out, and the yellow corpse energy gathered and turned into an ancient and ferocious stone bridge, falling towards the bone altar.

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

A stone bridge stretched across the sky, and the heavy and steady sound of footsteps echoed in Xiaoyuanfang Market like muffled thunder.

On the bone altar, Fang Yi held the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand. With every step he took, the aura around him became more powerful.

"This old monster has such terrifying cultivation."

Surrounded by evil spirits, Chi Hai of the White Bone Sect held a precious orb in his hand, and Chen Zhan of the Tiandaowu with a gloomy face and a murderous aura.
The red sleeves of the Hehuan Sect cover the spring moon on her face
Each of them is a top figure among the cultivators of the same level. Now they have reached the ninth level of foundation building and are expected to form a pill.

Everyone in the sect is below the Jindan level, above ten thousand people.
But on the stone bridge, Fang Yi had white hair draped over his shoulders and a thin figure. With every step he took, the people who were building the foundation on the altar became more cautious.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

Fang Yi lifted his boots and landed on the ground. The ancient and fierce stone bridge behind him also turned into a dim yellow light and dissipated.

His eyes swept over the many cultivators present, paused at Zhong He, and then looked at Hong Zhuang, Chen Zhan and other cultivators as if nothing had happened.

He waved his sleeves, and a dark gem the size of a soybean floated in the air.

"Fellow Daoists, you all came here for the cold-relieving elixir, so I won't delay you any longer.
Fellow Daoists, please give this Five Poisons Cold Bead a try to see how effective it is."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and the dark gem began to rotate. More than ten scents of medicine rose up and flew towards the foundation-building masters of various sects.

"Five Poisons Transforming Cold Pearl? Not Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment? What is this Yin Bone Old Monster thinking?"

"This medicinal power doesn't seem to be a quasi-third-level spiritual medicine. Did this old monster fight Zhong He just to get this ordinary spiritual medicine?"

The expected quasi-third-level elixir did not appear.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the bone altar was silent.

Whether it is Bai Lu and Xuan Zhi from Bishui Pavilion, Chun Yue and Hong Zhuang from He Huan Sect, or Xia Zheng Bai and Xia Zheng Xuan from Feng Ling Fairy City,
Everyone was quite puzzled, wondering what Fang Yi was up to.
After a stick of incense.

Master Xuanzhi, with fair skin and wearing a robe of herbs, carries a medicine basket woven with spiritual vines on his back, and has a frown on his face.

“Brother Yin Gu, it’s fine if it’s not the Five Cherry Cold-Removing Ointment.

"After my appraisal, this Five Poisons Transforming Cold Pearl is only a second-grade, top-grade elixir. Brother Dao, are you teasing us?"

Fang Yi chuckled and took the Five Poisons Cold Pearl back into his hand.

"It is a second-grade, top-grade spiritual medicine. But it is not just a second-grade, top-grade spiritual medicine."

(End of this chapter)