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

Chapter 558: Quiet Cultivation Method, Black Abyss Development

Wither and flourish!

vitality!

Wither!

The prototype of the Kuruo Realm?

Fang Yi's clothes fluttered as he felt the energy in the Chilian Mansion erupting like a volcano.

He closed his eyes slightly, silently urging his magic power to evolve the prototype of the withered and flourishing magic domain.

The road to foundation building is about to come to an end. Any accumulation at this time will be a resource for condensing the pill in the future.

……

One month later.

A red sun rose from the Red Lotus Palace, and the Green Lotus Domain flashed by, covering up the aura.

"Roar!"

Demonic clouds rolled, and a wild and fierce aura came from outside the Black Abyss Island.

Fang Yi frowned slightly, waved his sleeves, and raised two formation orders, causing steam to rise, clouds and mist to swirl, and yellow sand to fly.

A quasi-third-level formation was activated, and the prohibition of recording images was activated.

"come yet?"

Feeling the swirling aura of the demonic beasts outside the Black Abyss Island.

The Yin Yue Toad swallowed and spit out silver spiritual light, the Fire Tiger summoned numerous ghosts, and the Green Fang stepped on the ground, and the shadows of mountains appeared around it.
Fang Yi was not surprised to see this.

Heiyuan Island is ten miles long and wide, and the waters of Nanyunpo are hundreds of times larger than it.

After the battle with the beast tide five years ago, although the monsters retreated from Black Abyss Island, there were still many first and second level monsters scattered in Nanyun Lake, fighting with human cultivators.

Although the two tribes had a tacit understanding, neither the Fake Dan Zhenren nor the Quasi-Third-Level Little Beast King took action, but the tacit understanding was just a tacit understanding.

Xu Qingshe's foundation in Taoism advanced, and the strange phenomenon of stirring up the wind and clouds was concealed, but the fading spiritual veins and the increasingly thinning spiritual energy in the Black Abyss Island could not be concealed.

With a wave of his sleeves, gray mist completely obscured Fang Yi's figure.

In the withered and prosperous banner of the ruins world, Chi Yin took a step forward and was urged by a small silver-white beast to use the earth escape technique. Wrapped in jade-colored spiritual light, he escaped into the ground.

"It would be fine if you didn't take action. If you did, it would just be another demon cultivator wreaking havoc."

Three days later.

Seeing that the monster outside the Black Abyss Island did not take action, the fire spiritual power in the Red Lotus Mansion turned into layers of ripples.

"clang!"

The sound of bells and tripods rang out, and the shadow of the furnace of heaven and earth flashed away.

Xu Qingshe let out a long roar, and a rainbow bridge appeared, and his powerful words echoed.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang, for your protection. Please come into the Chilian Mansion to see me."

Fang Yi glanced around and felt the aura of three demon beasts outside the Black Abyss Island moving away.

He took a step forward and followed the rainbow bridge into the Chilian Mansion.

Chilian Mansion.

The warm fire, mixed with the fragrance of elixir, filled the cave.

Looking at the dried-up spiritual eyes, Fang Yi understood.

"Junior Brother Xu, what are the results of practicing the [Spiritual Root Ascension Chapter]?"

Xu Qingshe has a nimble figure, wearing a red flame robe, a fire lotus crown on his head, and a clean silk belt around his waist.

A majestic and explosive eight-story altar, as if carved from red jade, with jade talismans flowing and ancient seal carvings floating behind it.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang, for your help. Once my anger is completely dissipated, I can begin my condensation pill formation."

"No need to thank me. We have been friends for many years, and this is not a big deal."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a brown scroll flew out. Brown light flowed, and the topographic map of Black Abyss Island slowly unfolded.

He pointed at the blue sun mark representing Black Abyss Island and the surrounding rocky islands dotted with stars.

"It's just right that Junior Brother Xu has come out of seclusion. I have something important to discuss with you.

The previous beast tide receded, but under the leadership of those quasi-third-level beast kings.

Dozens of second-level monsters, leading thousands of first-level monsters, are scattered across the numerous islands in Nanyun Lake."

The map of the Black Abyss was shining with spiritual light. In Nanyun Lake, half of the islands turned gray, indicating that they were occupied by monsters.

"Is it really like this?" Xu Qingshe looked at the monster forces that occupied the east, south and west and continued to spread towards the north.

His pupils shrank slightly, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

Heiyuan Island is located in the center of Nanyun Lake, backed by a quasi-third-level spiritual vein, protected by formations and suppressed by fake dan masters, and has a profound cultural heritage.

But there are also some things to be wary of. Being surrounded by monsters, Black Abyss Island is isolated in the beast tide, which is really too dangerous.

"We must not allow the beast tide to block the four sides of Black Abyss Island, preventing monks from traveling back and forth and leaving no new blood for replenishment.

Over time, it will take time for the island to be conquered."

"boom!"

The Heaven and Earth Baking Furnace was suspended in Xu Qingshe's hand, scorching with blazing fire, its terrifying power ready to be unleashed.

"Brother Fang, you and I will join forces to clear at least half of the island, leaving at least two sides of Black Abyss Island free of demonic beasts!"

"Junior brother, don't get excited!"

Looking at Xu Qingshe's flushed face, there was a sense of heat and fiery anger between his soul and body.

The spiritual light at Fang Yi's fingertips changed, and the spiritual light transformed by the Small Purification Technique fell like spiritual rain.

"Meditation!"

"clang!"

The ancient and crude Five Poison Cauldron was raised, and the long ringing sound of the bells and tripods turned into a sound to awaken the mind and echoed.

Second-level awakening technique!
"Junior Brother Xu, don't let your mind wander and let the fire infect your soul.

Otherwise, you will face a great hardship in the future when you encounter a heart tribulation."

"Huh!" With the help of the awakening technique and the small purification technique, a deep and bone-chilling sense of purity surged into the soul from the fontanelle.

Xu Qingshe's face was gloomy and uncertain, and the magic gestures on his fingertips changed, turning into a green spiritual light that flowed through his soul.

After swallowing and refining another quasi-third-level tranquilizing pill, he exhaled a breath of foul air.

"My cultivation is not good enough, I made Senior Brother Fang laugh at me!"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. He was also practicing the [True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension] and had a keen eye.

It was obvious that Xu Qingshe's main cultivation root was of too high a quality, and she was somewhat weak and unable to benefit from the supplements.

Looking at the cultivator in front of him who was still eager to try despite being encouraged and suppressed, and thinking about the situation in Sudu Mountain, Fang Yi began to persuade him.

"Junior Brother Xu, there are more than just Black Abyss Island in Sudu Mountain.

Jiuzhi Mountain, Wujiu Cliff, Bizegou and other quasi-third-level spiritual places have been operated for hundreds of years, are full of legal prohibitions, and have a profound cultural heritage.

This time, these spiritual lands are defending their base and not launching a large-scale counterattack. Why should you and I try to take advantage of the situation?"

Fang Yi's eyes were dim, with a gleam of light in them. Before his foundation was fully built, he didn't want there to be too much conflict on the Black Abyss Island.

"Several third-rank demon kings of the demon race, the Golden-eyed Great Ape King, the Azure Cloud Crane, and the newly appeared Purple-striped Brown-eyed Scorpion.
Is there anyone who is easy to get along with?"

"Now, why not follow the previous agreement with the monster beasts? Monster beasts and cultivators with combat power reaching the quasi-third level will not attack.
Order the Qi training and foundation building cultivators under your command to fight against the monsters."

Feeling the three points thinner spiritual energy in the cave, Xu Qingshe smiled bitterly.

"Brother, the spiritual veins on the island have been extracted twice by you and I to refine our Dao foundation. As a result, the second-level cave has lost 70% of its original essence.

How to attract enough independent cultivators?"

"Accepting a disciple." Fang Yi said. "It has been five years since the last disciple-accepting ceremony.

You and I will take action again and hold a ceremony to recruit disciples."

Thinking of the increasingly rampant Chu Jing, a cold light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and he wanted to make use of the waste.

“Also, Junior Brother, please help me start the furnace and refine the elixir.

Before the disciple-recruiting ceremony begins, it’s time for my good disciple Chu Jing to build his foundation. “Okay.” Xu Qingshe nodded in agreement. “The disciple-recruiting ceremony can attract a group of cultivators who are concerned about the foundation building of the younger generation.

The contribution points for this Dharma Assembly will be calculated based on the extermination of the monsters occupying the islands in Nanyun Lake."

Fang Yi nodded slightly, waved his sleeve and sent out a jade talisman to tell Gu Jiushang that they could start preparing for the ceremony.

Three days later, various colors of spiritual light rose and fell on the Black Abyss Island.

Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe are going to hold another disciple recruitment ceremony to select disciples.

Silent rumors spread.

Moreover, it spread among the monks in the Sudu Mountains at a speed far exceeding that of the Dharma Assembly five years ago.

Ten days later, some cultivators of some status in Fengling Fairy City also knew that the master of the quasi-third-level spiritual land, Black Abyss Island, wanted to accept a disciple.

This time, it’s different from the past.

With the results of the last disciple-recruiting ceremony as bait, Heiyuan Island also defended against a large beast tide.

A cultivator who had never been tempted in the past, had excellent background and qualifications, but was not the only one who stood out in the family, rushed to the Black Abyss Island.

The next day.

The sun was high in the sky, and in the Xuanze Cave on Heiyuan Island, Fan Yong walked steadily and slowly into the cave.

Ignoring the obscene words and the pungent smell of powder in his ears, he raised a green token magic weapon.

"Buzz!"

A green spiritual light rippled, and the naked Chu Jing on the soft couch was awakened.

"Master's decree?"

After struggling to crawl out from the soft jade and warm fragrance, Chu Jing put on a wide brown robe with a wave of his hand. With an unhappy look on his face, he pushed open the door.

"Fan Yong?"

Looking at the young man in red robe who was standing with a bow and a respectful expression, Chu Jing frowned slightly.

"What happened? Are you disturbing my practice?"

"Young Master Chu, Patriarch Fang Yi sent me a magic pill, saying that you are ready to reach the Foundation Establishment stage."

Chu Jing's figure was reflected in Fan Yong's eyes. His figure was no longer agile, but rather a little fat.

There is fat accumulation at the sharp corners of his eyebrows, and the greasy feeling all over his body is beyond words.

"Only five years! Chu Jing has fallen so quickly."

Fan Yong warned himself that even if his status improved and he was praised and appreciated by Fang Yi, he should not get carried away.

With the support of Black Abyss Island, Chu Jing practiced martial arts, elixirs and medicines, and had guidance from famous teachers, without any shortage of anything.

But the fat monk in front of him and his frivolous aura told everyone that he was addicted to pleasure, completely degenerate, and had not practiced hard.

The cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi training is accumulated through the use of elixirs.

Chu Jing waved his hand to take the two bottles of pills held by Fan Yong. A light flashed in his eyes and his fingertips opened the jade bottles. The rich aroma of medicine penetrated into his nostrils.

"Second-level Soul-Nourishing and Meridian-Protecting Pill, mid-grade Foundation-Building Pill?"

Chu Jing's face was filled with joy and he was ecstatic. Then he glanced at Fan Yong and spoke with disdain.

"Seventh level of Qi training?
Five years ago, Fan Yong, you were at the seventh level of Qi training. Five years later, I have already achieved perfection in Qi training. Why are you still at the seventh level? "

Fan Yong looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, neither humble nor arrogant, and said nothing.

"Boring!" Chu Jing waved his hand upon seeing this, and the Qi of the ninth level of Qi training circulated. A ray of spiritual light swept up Fan Yong, who dared not resist, and threw him out of Xuanze Cave.

"Fan Yong, please go and tell Master to rest for a while before I reach the Foundation Establishment stage."

Outside the cave gate, I could feel the lewd sounds coming from the courtyard again.

Fan Yong, who was thrown to the ground, stood up and brushed off the dust on his red robe.

"What a pity, that mid-grade foundation-building pill."

Fan Yong felt regretful for a moment, then walked towards the brothels in the market town.

Fang Yi instructed that the news that his disciples were about to establish their foundation and that he had prepared a mid-grade foundation-building pill should be spread throughout the market.

He can also take this opportunity to earn some intelligence fees.

Although he was born into a foundation-building family and had the support of his father Fan Dacheng, Fan Yong always acted cautiously.

Before he had completed his Qi training, he was already considering refining his natal magic weapon.

Three days later, the sun was high in the sky, the hot wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling.

In the Bizhu Tower, the dense spiritual energy turned into clouds and mist. Chu Jing sat on a cushion and lit three nourishing incense sticks in a lotus censer.

After regulating his breathing for a while and adjusting his consciousness and magic power to the peak, he took out the jade bottle with his fat hands and poured out a pill the size of a longan with four dan patterns.

"Gulu!"

Chu Jing opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, then used all his strength to activate his magic power to refine the medicinal power. In the sea of ​​qi in his dantian, a Taoist platform with gathered wood grain began to slowly take shape.

"Crash!"

On the top of the Bizhu Tower, spiritual energy gathered and turned into a vortex. Amidst lightning and thunder, a spiritual tide surged.

"This is?"

"What happened?"

"That place is the Bizhu Tower. Are there cultivators refining their Dao foundation there?"

Because of the ceremony to recruit disciples, Black Abyss Island attracted many monks from all directions, and the market was crowded with people.

As a specially built spiritual place for foundation building, any movement in the Bizhu Tower would be discovered by the cultivators one by one.

Or use the forbidden method, or transfer the consciousness, or use the method of recording the image.
Monks from all over the world displayed their magical powers, mobilized their magic power, and sensed the energy in the Bizhu Tower.

"Fellow Daoist Fan Yong, do you know which fellow Daoist is building his foundation in this Bizhu Tower?"

In Tianhuan Garden, the sound of stringed instruments and bamboo pipes rang out, and the female nuns twisted their bodies gracefully on the sandalwood platform.

An old monk with white hair and a pale complexion walked slowly to Fan Yong, carrying a pot of Yulouchun.

"Old Ghost Chen? You're quite thoughtful. Which big shot have you turned to?"

Fan Yong narrowed his eyes slightly. This old man Chen was a well-known information broker in the market. He collected and sold all kinds of information. Among the Qi-cultivating cultivators, he already lived the most comfortable life.

I don't know for whom I came here to collect information.

He took the Yu Lou Chun away without any hesitation. After Fan Yong poured himself half a pot of spiritual wine, he looked a little drunk.

“Who else could it be?
The island master's disciple, Chu Jing, has completed his Qi training. Ancestor Fang Yi has prepared a second-level mind-nourishing and meridian-protecting pill and a mid-grade foundation-building pill.

Now, the foundation of the Tao is being laid.”

"Chu Jing? A mid-grade foundation-building pill!" Old Ghost Chen looked shocked, and then he took out the sound transmission jade from his sleeve, and spiritual light continued to flow.

"How long has Chu Jing been a disciple of Black Abyss Island? And has he prepared this mid-grade foundation-building pill?!"

Fan Yong looked jealous and sighed.

"Who says it's not true? If I didn't have water and wood spiritual roots, I would have fought for this disciple-recruiting ceremony at the risk of my life."

One hour.

In the Black Abyss Island.

The cultivators with some status from the Feng family of Jiuzhi Mountain, the Sui family of Wujiu Ya, and the Yuan family of Bize Gou all knew that Chu Jing was building his foundation in the Bizhu Tower.

Moreover, Fang Yi also prepared a mid-grade foundation-building pill.

That is a mid-grade foundation-building pill!

Countless monks have made up their minds to be the first to take the lead in this disciple-recruiting ceremony.

As the energy in the Bizhu Garden grew more vigorous, the cultivators in the market became more enthusiastic.

In Qingzhi Garden, twelve ancient mirrors rotate, and the various lives of people in the market are reflected in them.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, constantly refining spiritual energy and accumulating foundation.

After a while, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Gu, please inform the monks in the market about the first stage of this Dharma Assembly. I think they have been waiting for a long time."

(End of this chapter)