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

Chapter 552: Magical Weapon Advancement, Beast Tide Invades

With a sweep of his mind, Fang Yi felt a trace of regret in his eyes as he felt his spiritual vein had shrunk by 30%.

The Black Abyss Island spiritual vein can be considered top-notch among the quasi-third-level spiritual veins, but three-quarters of its original source has been extracted by itself.

After Xu Qingshe extracted three more of its essence, the quality was at most maintained above the threshold of a quasi-third-order spirit vein.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. Fortunately, Heiyuan Island used the disciple-recruiting ceremony to absorb independent cultivators from all directions.

There is everything from alchemy, weapon refining, monster hunting, and talisman making, which has initially formed a small internal circulation for the cultivators.

Otherwise, within a year, most of the monks on Black Abyss Island would have left.

"First, sacrifice and refine the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner." Fang Yi's body was covered with green light, and a precious banner was absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy.

He grabbed with his five fingers and pulled up the tall and majestic withered and flourishing spiritual tree by its roots.

"combine!"

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula.

The ancient runes on the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world appeared, and dozens of blue-gray roots spread out and pierced into the withered and flourishing spiritual tree like a hot knife through butter.

To further refine the magic weapon of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, one withered and one flourishing spiritual wood, two pieces of third-level spiritual wood, are needed.

However, as the main root for practicing the [True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension], the withered and flourishing spiritual tree had long been infected by Fang Yi's essence, blood and magic power, and the spiritual plant contained the attributes of withering and flourishing.

It is enough to sacrifice the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner again.

"go with!"

Green light shot out from Fang Yi's sleeves and transformed into a wooden cauldron, which worked with the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner to continuously refine the spiritual wood.

Incomplete runes were outlined on the banner. As the essence of the spiritual wood was refined, the runes were continuously completed and the magic ban evolved.

Fang Yi's sleeves fluttered, and his robe rustled in the green spiritual tide.

Seven Prohibitions
Nine Legal Prohibitions
Twelve Laws of Prohibition.
"Close!" The Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner completely dragged the vigorous spiritual wood into the banner, and the second treasure ban quickly took shape.

A large green sun rose and quickly faded. In the sun was an ancient and crude spiritual flag, emitting a faint glow of precious light.

Two treasure bans!

Fang Yi rubbed the warm jade pole in his hand, feeling the magical restrictions that were still evolving in the banner.

"The Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner is refined into a third-tier spiritual tree. After thoroughly refining the spiritual tree's essence, it should be able to evolve into three treasure prohibitions..."

……

After exhaling a breath of foul air and storing the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his dantian to nourish it, Fang Yi looked at the muscular monk beside him.

"I have already come out of retreat. Senior Brother Gu no longer needs to protect the Dharma here. The spiritual veins on the island have been severely drained.

Please, Junior Brother, go and record the loss of spiritual plants on the island."

Fang Yi took out a spiritual vein topography map from his storage bag.
The shrinkage of the spiritual veins will inevitably cause the spiritual fields to degenerate and the cave to be downgraded.

Although Heiyuan Island has developed somewhat now, it cannot damage its reputation.

……

Guizhen Hall is covered with red waves and spring tides bring rain.

The lascivious music echoed throughout the side room.

"Knock! Knock!" There was a knock on the door. Fan Yong bowed and spoke respectfully.

"Young Master, Patriarch Fang Yi has come out of retreat and is gathering his disciples."

On the soft cloud bed, Chu Jing's face froze, and he kneaded the beautiful girl in his arms fiercely.

With a strong upper body, he walked down from the cloud bed, waved his hand to put on the Yi Mu robe, and pushed open the door of the wing.

"Master, please recruit me?!"

Chu Jing frowned slightly.

In the past three years, he has been living a carefree life, being pursued by monks and having beautiful maids throw themselves into his arms. He really doesn't want to have monks put pressure on him.

Even if this person is the source of his power and status.

But he also knew that during the three years on Black Abyss Island, he had been flattered by many foundation-building masters and had beautiful wives and maids all the time, not because of his high level of cultivation.

Chu Jing suppressed the impatience in his heart and said calmly.

"Fan Yong, lead the way."

"Yes, young master, please follow me." Fan Yong bowed and didn't care about Chu Jing's breakthrough to the eighth level of Qi training.

In three years, a cultivator with low-grade spiritual roots would break through one level of cultivation every year.

What are the chances of establishing the foundation of Taoism?

……

Three days later, the sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight was shining down.

On the Black Abyss Island, ancient trees stand lushly and summer cicadas chirp.

On Nanyang Slope, looking at the completely dead Qi-replenishing Ganoderma and the spiritual field with thin spiritual energy and constantly dissipating earth energy, Gu Jiushang hid his body and frowned slightly.

Using the pen as ink, he erased another spiritual field on the spiritual vein map.

Without the nourishment of spiritual veins, this spiritual field has become completely deserted and turned into ordinary wasteland.

Before this acre of spiritual field, he had already allocated thirty acres of spiritual field.

Black Abyss Island is ten miles long and wide, located in the watery area of ​​Nanyunpo, and eighty percent of it is a deserted and spiritually poor place.

After deducting the alchemy room, instrument room, various caves, and various spiritual fields and medicinal fields that can be cultivated are less than a hundred acres.

This is a loss of nearly one-third.

"With the loss of spiritual farmland so severe, how are we going to pay the rent this year?"

"Hey, I heard that the island's big shots are practicing, causing their spiritual veins to shrink, and there's no harvest this year..."

"Escape, escape from this Black Abyss Island and find another way out..."

Listening to the whispers of the monks beside him, Gu Jiushang's face became solemn.

Fang Yi had already explained it, but only now did he realize that the impact of the decline of the spiritual field on Black Abyss Island was far beyond his expectations.

"Ok?"

Gu Jiushang's face suddenly changed, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he took a step forward without caring about the frightened spiritual plants beside the spiritual field.

"Roar!"

A majestic horn sounded, and all the beasts roared together. The demonic energy slowly mixed and turned into a dark demonic cloud, covering the sky and the sun, and pressing towards the Black Abyss Island.

"Tide of beasts?"

"Tide of Beasts!"

In the Black Abyss Island, there were the Duobao Pavilion, the Ancient Sophora Tree Forest, the Emerald Jade Cave, the Purple Thunder Garden... One after another, divine consciousnesses arose, carrying with them either surprise or understanding.

A verdant pillar of light emerged from Qingzhi Garden and transformed into a rainbow bridge, extending towards Heiyuan Island.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Fang Yi wore a green lotus crown and a mountain-transforming robe, and walked out of Qingzhi Garden slowly with a graceful demeanor.

"Crash!"

An auspicious cloud rose from beneath his feet and transformed into a Dharma platform, with lingering medicinal fragrance.

"Uncle Qingfeng, Junior Brother Zilei, let's have a chat on the Dharma platform."

Two rays of spiritual light descended, and True Man Qingfeng Zuo Ziheng's sleeves fluttered, with a thin whirlwind spinning around him.

He glanced around, a little puzzled. "Junior Brother Fang, with such a big event happening, why hasn't Junior Brother Xu come out of seclusion yet?"

Sensing the hidden energy in the Chilian Mansion, Fang Yi understood that Xu Qingshe was also practicing at a critical moment and could not get away.

"Uncle Qingfeng, Junior Brother Zidian, and Junior Brother Xu are busy, so we have to rely on you and me to deal with this first wave of beasts."

One, two, three, four!
A total of four quasi-third-level little beast king auras!
True Man Zi Dian felt the undisguised aura in the beast tide, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.

What is a beast tide?

Even if a small beast king is the core, the tribe is connected, the demonic power is combined, the qi is connected, and the way of battle formation is naturally evolved.

There is a huge gap in combat power between a lone monster and a monster that travels with a group.

A quasi-third-level beast king, if it has a complete clan bonus, can increase its fighting ability by 50%.

If his bloodline were to awaken again and return to his ancestral form, he would be able to rival the most advanced fake dan masters.

True Man Zi Dian knew that if he and True Man Qing Feng joined forces, it would be no problem to stop one little beast king, but there were still three little beast kings left.

Even if Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe joined forces, they failed to condense the fake pill and gain the advantage of terrain, and they could only stop one small beast king.

Yan Youtai was in seclusion recuperating from his injuries, Sheng Boan had already left, and Xiao Lie was nowhere to be found.

What should we do with the remaining two little beast kings?
"Brother Fang, this beast tide is ferocious. Even though we, the three clans, have occupied Black Abyss Island, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it."

Sensing the looming wild aura in the approaching tide of beasts, a flash of joy appeared in Fang Yi's eyes.

"Four quasi-third-level beast kings? Thirty second-level demon beasts... Just one quasi-third-level spiritual land, and the demon beast lineage can mobilize such a large force...

Murong Su was able to defend Nanyunpo back then, most likely he had another trump card...'

'But it's finally here.

The great beast tide comes every ten years. If it had come later, Black Abyss Island would not have been able to borrow so much help...'

Fang Yi had already made a plan. Without the third-level Yin Vein, Chi Yin would have to rely on this beast tide to obtain the blood and energy needed to advance to the third-level Corpse King.

According to the time calculation, the great beast tide that comes every ten years should have arrived two years ago.

Although it is unknown why it is a little late, now is the time when Black Abyss Island is at its most powerful.

He spent so much effort and used secret methods just to attract enough monks to resist the beast tide and collect blood essence.

A fourth-grade blue lotus appeared, and Fang Yi's voice, neither happy nor sad, sounded.

"Fellow Daoists, according to the various sects' legal agreements, when the many sacred places in Sudu Mountain encounter a tide of beasts, cultivators at the foundation-building stage and above from all sects must provide assistance."

"..."

"..."

The spiritual consciousnesses colliding in the void paused slightly, and none of them had any intention of taking action.

Fang Yi's expression turned calm upon seeing this, and a jade token rose up.

The front of the token is engraved with the scene of Xuan Yang hanging high, and the back is engraved with two ancient and spiritual characters "Fang Yi".

"All cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain, listen to my orders! All cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage must take action to stop the beast tide..."

"Buzz!"

The true disciples were shocked, and on the Black Abyss Island, tiny specks of spiritual light rose up.

No matter whether they were in Qinlou or Chuguan, or were foundation-building cultivators refining pills or performing rituals, as long as they carried the Xuanyang Mountain token, they could sense a vast aura.

Blue, purple, silver, red... beams of light shot up into the sky, long swords flew across the sky, orbs rotated, and green gauze danced.

Seeing the foundation-building master of Xuanyang Mountain take action, the independent cultivators or cultivators from other sects had no choice but to take action.

The alliance of various factions to fight against the beast tide is not something that ordinary foundation-building cultivators can contend with.

Thirty-seven foundation-building monks!

He could feel the fearful and helpless gazes of the Foundation Establishment Masters around him, whether they were wearing tall hair and ancient crowns, or holding a spirit snake in their hands, or wearing purple robes.

Fang Yi chuckled, knowing what many cultivators were afraid of.

Although the foundation-building cultivators on Heiyuan Island are strong, the number of fake elixir masters is far less than the powerful aura in the beast tide.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoists. There's no need to fight with the quasi-third-level beast kings. Just leave them to the fake Dan Zhenren on the island..."

True Man Qing Feng and True Man Zi Dian looked at each other and spoke in unison.

"Master Fang, you think too highly of your uncle!"

"Junior Brother Fang, these four little beast kings who have evolved into battle formations! Junior Brother can't do it!"

"Brother Zidian, Uncle Qingfeng, don't be anxious. There are many important people hiding on the island..."

Fang Yi's consciousness dropped, he bowed, and his clear voice echoed in Duobao Pavilion.

"Master, please help me eliminate the demons and protect the sacred land of Xuanyang Mountain!"

"Master, please help me eliminate the demons and protect the sacred land of Xuanyang Mountain!"

"Master, please help me eliminate the demons and protect the sacred land of Xuanyang Mountain..."

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

As spiritual consciousness fell into the Duobao Pavilion, the expressions of Master Zi Dian and Master Qing Feng became more and more strange.

Didn't Xiao Lie leave Black Abyss Island a long time ago?
Fang Yi had a smile on his face.

leave?

Xiao Lie hid his body and stayed on the Black Abyss Island for three years, but he left the island on his own.

If he cared so much about himself, how could he not make the best use of it?

There was a dull atmosphere in Duobao Pavilion.

After a while.

As if he had already determined that he had been exposed, Xiao Lie frowned and stepped out on a cloud of auspiciousness.

"Junior Brother Fang, Xiao's cultivation is limited, and I can only stop a small beast king at most.

The remaining three beast kings will depend on the strength of Junior Brother. If things are impossible, we should give up this spiritual vein..."

Xiao Lie was filled with murderous intent. If it weren't for the fact that this was happening in public, he would have been controlled by Fang Yi, the sect leader.

How could he not add insult to injury and lend a hand?

"It's okay, it's okay! The master brother has profound cultivation and can stop one little beast king." The smile on Fang Yi's face became three times more intense.

He bowed again, and his spiritual consciousness fell into the ancient locust tree forest.

"Brother Yan, please help eliminate the demon and protect the sacred land of Xuanyang Mountain!"

really!

The monks on the Xiangyun platform all understood.

The fact that Yan Youtai was recuperating on Heiyuan Island was known to all cultivators of certain status.

In the locust tree forest, a light cough was heard, and the eight trigrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li began to flow.

Yan Youtai wore a square pure crown on his head, a Yin-Yang Bagua robe on his body, a green jade brocade belt around his waist, and cloud-stepping boots on his feet. His whole body was filled with precious light and he exuded an air of nobility.

But his face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood.

“Junior Brother Fang, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but Yan’s vitality has been damaged and his cultivation is unstable.

Now, at most one or two second-level high-quality monsters are involved.

Regarding the Little Beast King, I really feel powerless..."

Fang Yi sneered in his heart.

Is it because the old wounds have not healed and he is powerless, or is it because he is afraid of the growth and development of Black Abyss Island and is unwilling to take action?

As a miraculous doctor who treats patients, how could he not know?

Yan Youtai's mind was turning.

His injuries have healed about 80% to 90%, and he will return to the sect to condense the true elixir. How could he be willing to let Black Abyss Island continue to grow and develop?

With a smile on his face, Fang Yi spoke politely.

"It's okay. It's okay, Senior Brother can stop two second-level high-grade monsters.

As for the remaining two little beast kings, Junior Brother will prepare them himself!"

Under the suspicious gazes, Fang Yi bowed again towards a weapon refining pavilion in the market town.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Quezi, please abide by the law and eliminate the demon!"

Yin Quezi?
How come he is here?

Even here, given the situation in the Black Abyss Island market, how did Fang Yi know?
Yan Youtai's face was as gloomy as water, and Xiao Lie's face was also ashen.

"How did Fang Yi know?"

In the weapon refining pavilion, Yin Quezi's eyes were gloomy. After his battle with Xiao Lie several years ago, he had been hiding in Heiyuan Island to recuperate.

The monks in the White Bone Sect may know how this news was leaked.

Seeing that there was no movement in the weapon refining pavilion, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and raised the twelve photo-recording beads.

He spoke again.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Quezi, please abide by the law and eliminate the demon!"

Shameless Fang Yi!
Even more despicable than me!

Looking at the twelve image-retaining beads, Yin Quezi cursed inwardly, and a sinister spiritual banner flew out from his sleeve, surrounded by ghostly energy, wrapping him up and flying out of the Qi Training Pavilion.

In Dayun's world of immortal cultivation, many sects including Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, Baigu Sect, and Hehuan Sect signed a contract.

When a beast tide attacks a spiritual land, monks from all factions must lend a hand.

It would have been fine if Yin Quezi hadn't discovered it, but once he found the trace, he didn't take action, resulting in the loss of the spiritual land.

Even a fake Dan Zhenren cannot bear such a responsibility.

"Thank you, Daoist Fellow Yin Quezi, for your help!"

Fang Yi bowed once, and then bowed again amidst the strange or gloating gazes of many cultivators.

……

　Damn the audit!!!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)