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

Chapter 559 Chu Jing builds foundation, half dead living puppet
In Qingzhi Garden, the heavy stone door opened, Fang Yi stood up and slowly walked out of the cave.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

The green light flowed, and the prototype of the Withered and Flourishing Realm of Law turned into a spiritual veil, and the footsteps became silent.

Qingzhi Garden.
Chilian Mansion.
Cao family
With a powerful Qi, Fan Dacheng, who has been tempering his body, has tried his best to maintain his cultivation and not let it fall.
With a determined expression and a turbulent heart, Fan Yong, dressed in a red robe, stared intently at the Bizhu Cave.
Teaching the clan's disciples, holding a ruler and with a kind face, the True Man Zi Dian.
Under the cover of the withered and flourishing spiritual light, a slender figure, with his robes rustling, easily passed by the monks one by one.

The ghostly figure went unnoticed by anyone.

No one can sense it!

"arrive!"

The cave entrance is filled with white walls, glazed tiles, high eaves, and a warm and moist spiritual energy.

Fang Yi stopped and looked at the two characters "Bizhu" that were like a dragon and a snake, nodded slightly, and then spoke softly.

“The way to flourish and wither lies in the flourishing and withering of plants and trees.

With the help of this withering and flourishing domain, his energy was withered and decayed, like a piece of drifting wood. Even when he was moving, the fake Dan Zhenren could not detect it.

If we take one step further, the withering and flourishing realm will be fully evolved."

There was a look of longing in his eyes.

In the past, Fang Yi had used the ability of the [Life and Death Sutra] to conceal his Qi. Although he could conceal his breath, the fake Dan Zhenren could not detect it, and his human body remained motionless.

Braking with 'stillness'!
But it also has its limitations, it can be still but not active.

If you use a magic weapon to sacrifice and refine it, the fluctuation of the magic power will be noticed by the True Dan Zhenren and even the cultivators of the same level.

Now his foundation of Taoism is complete, and he has progressed from stillness to movement, and his comprehension of the Sutra of Life and Death is constantly improving.

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, and he knew how much convenience it would bring to him.

"Ku Rong!"

He sighed deeply, and a dark token in his sleeve emitted an invisible glow.

Around the Bizhu Tower, there is a green light curtain of magic ban, which has hidden power, enough to intimidate the defensive foundation-building monks.

Like runes appearing and disappearing, the magic ban vibrates like water waves.

Fang Yi wore a green bamboo crown and his clothes fluttered in the wind. He took a step forward and easily passed through the forbidden area.

In the Bizhu Garden.

In a beast-head copper cauldron, the three incense sticks were almost gone, and the nourishing aura rising from it filled the cave.

Chu Jing's fat body kept shaking, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down.

"Why is this happening!!"

Feeling the Qi sea in the Dantian, a foundation-building pill was slowly turning, but under the impact of magic power, it could not be completely refined.

Without the power of the foundation-building pill, he lacked the foundation and could never complete the first level of the Taoist foundation platform.

“Is it because my foundation is insufficient?
The three stages of foundation building: cleansing the physical body, liquefying mana, and transforming spiritual consciousness. You can't even get past cleansing the physical body?! ! "

Chu Jing's face was ferocious. He tried his best to suppress the magic power that was running rampant in his eight extraordinary meridians. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and took out a bottle of pills from the storage bag.

"I still have a chance!"

"I still have a chance!"

He clenched his fat fingers, tilted the jade bottle, and a pill the size of a longan fell into his palm.

The second-level mind-nourishing and meridian-protecting pill is good at nourishing the meridians and calming the mind, and resolving the backlash of magic power after the failure of foundation building.

“As long as you swallow this pill and your foundation is not destroyed, you can squeeze out some benefits from those foundation-building families.

I can still build a foundation!
As long as I am still the young master of Black Abyss Island and not a peasant from a casual cultivation background, I can accomplish great things."

"It's just a failure in building the foundation."

Chu Jing kept deceiving himself in his heart.

When he encountered obstacles in building his foundation, he realized that the Gu family, the Zhao family, the Chen family, and even the Fan family...
Why would a family that has established its foundation try so hard to please and fawn on others, offering them spiritual pets, beautiful maids, luxurious cars and concubines in an endless stream?

This is because he is the young master of Black Abyss Island and his spiritual practice progress is rapid.

If the foundation is destroyed, there will be no hope of building a foundation, and backlash will come. The consequences will be...
"Gulu."

Thinking about what he had done in the past ten years, Chu Jing's Adam's apple moved, he swallowed his saliva, and there was fear in his eyes.

As a casual cultivator, he naturally knew that these foundation-building families hid many cruel methods behind their glamorous appearance.

"No! No!"

"As long as I am still Master Fang Yi's disciple, they will never dare to do this."

'What if Master also gave up on me?' As soon as this thought came up, it was suppressed by Chu Jing.

He didn't dare to think about it, nor could he imagine such consequences.

Feeling the magical power constantly accumulating in his limbs and bones, the pain in his meridians became more and more intense.

"If you don't indulge in beauty on a daily basis, you should practice well."

Chu Jing regretted his decision, but did not dare to delay. He waved his hand and stuffed the nourishing spirit and meridian protecting pill into his mouth.

"Ah, with such good conditions, you don't even dare to fight hard."

Sighs of dissatisfaction echoed in the cave.

"who!"

Chu Jing's face changed drastically. The Xuanyuan Sword in his sleeve emitted a cold light and turned into a sword light, slashing behind him.

"Who are you, a scoundrel, to dare to act so presumptuously here?"

A figure shrouded in gray mist slowly emerged in the cave.

The index finger with golden light stretched out from the sleeve, and with a light flick, seemingly slow but actually fast, it hit the sword spine of the red magic sword.

"clang!"

The magic sword vibrated continuously, and the golden light turned into solid chains, entwining around it and binding the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Master!"

Chu Jing's pupils shrank slightly, his expression changed drastically, and the fear in his heart couldn't stop spreading.

A great monk who had reached the ninth level of foundation building quietly lurked in the place where the monks built their foundations.

Even between master and disciple, it is too much.

How about this? It doesn’t make people think too much.

Although he had a flattering smile on his face, Chu Jing felt gloomy in his heart.

“Master, if you have something to do, why bother coming to the Bizhu Tower in person?

After I have established my foundation, I will definitely go to pay my respects to Master."

After he finished speaking, he was about to put the Mind Nourishing and Meridian Protecting Pill into his mouth again.

"Foundation building?" Fang Yi's face was expressionless. "You have low mana, accumulated elixir poison, and you can't even get past the first of the three stages of foundation building. How can you even talk to me about building a foundation?"

Chu Jing's expression changed slightly. Thinking of the difficult-to-refine foundation-building pill in his Dantian Qi Sea, he cursed angrily.

"It was you, old man, who did this?!"

Yi Mu's robe glowed with spiritual light, and the hands in his sleeves were about to crush the Soul Nourishing and Meridian Protecting Pill with lightning speed.

"Old thing! If you don't want me to build my foundation, then you can forget about it!"

A demonic snake covered with black scales transformed into a black shadow and shot out of the cave.

Knowing that he had no chance of survival, Chu Jing shook his fat body, eyes filled with resentment, and rushed towards Fang Yi like a meteorite.

Looking at the demon pet that had already stepped out of the cave, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his magic power flowed backwards, and his heart was ruthless.

"Fang Yi, you've tortured and killed your disciples. Do you think you can still hold this disciple-recruiting ceremony?!

The reputation has been damaged. Black Abyss Island has lost the attraction of Fu Sanxiu. How can you develop it alone? "

"Crack!"

The gears turned, and the sound of metal and stone colliding was heard. A large golden hand held the pet snake in its hand.

At the same time, a cyan spiritual light circulated, transforming into a blue lotus that enveloped the Nourishing Spirit and Protecting Meridians Pill. "A second-level puppet?!" Chu Jing's eyes widened as he gazed at the powerful ape puppet outside the cave.

He has been very popular in the past few years, and countless foundation-building monks outside the cave have been secretly paying attention to him.

As soon as the spirit pet escaped from the cave, it immediately used the sound transmission method to spread the news that Fang Yi wanted to kill his disciples throughout the entire Black Abyss Island.

"What a waste!"

Feeling the scarlet blood bursting out of Chu Jing's eyes and the strong resentment in his soul, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

"The heat has finally arrived. It's worth my stimulation and training."

Chu Jing was filled with uneasiness and frantically urged his magic power.

"Explode for me, ahh ...!"

Fang Yi grabbed with his five fingers, and a green light wrapped the green lotus containing the Soul Nourishing and Meridian Protecting Pill into his hand.

“Since you want to build a foundation, why do you need to self-destruct?
Remember this resentment, and let your teacher lend you a helping hand!"

With a light chuckle, Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, and invisible waves rippled.

Scarlet spiritual light surged out from Chu Jing's limbs and bones, transforming into talismans that sealed his soul and magic power.

It seemed as if he could sense what Chu Jing was thinking, and it was also to increase his resentment.

Fang Yi began to explain.

"Jing'er, the elixirs you use for cultivation on Black Abyss Island, the spiritual energy you refine daily, and the techniques you practice are all prepared for the Master.

You rely on others for food, clothing, and everything else, and you still want to rebel against your master?"

"Crash!"

With his sleeves fluttering, the gloomy and cold corpse aura turned into dark green silk threads, shooting out from Fang Yi and merging into the acupoints all over Chu Jing's body.

"Your three brothers all came here like this, and you?"

Fang Yi shook his head in disdain.

He has given several chances.

If Chu Jing could build a mid-level Taoist foundation, none of this would have happened.

Do not!
As long as Chu Jing has a low-grade foundation of Taoism, he will spare him and train him well in the future, even if it is just the 'horse bones' purchased for a huge sum of money for the development of Heiyuan Island.

"What a pity! If you could build your own foundation, why would I have to go all this way?"

Fang Yi stretched out his five fingers, and the mid-grade foundation-building pill, stained with blood, was easily dug out from his dantian.

A green light flashed, and the camouflaged patterns on the surface of the Foundation Establishment Pill faded away. The fragrance of medicine wafted out, revealing the red pill in the center.

Xu Qingshe used the pseudo-elixir method to refine the medium-grade foundation-building pill. As long as the cultivator who refined it had a three-point chance of building the foundation, he could refine the pill shell and absorb the pure medicinal power inside.

Unfortunately, Chu Jing's downfall was beyond Xu Qingshe's expectations.

"Junior Brother Xu's kindness has been wasted."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world behind him fluttered, and the gray corpse energy flowed, constantly merging into Chu Jing's body.

"Ok?"

Looking at the Yi Mu robe that was protecting its master spontaneously, he waved his sleeves, and the green spiritual light suppressed the robe and rolled it into the storage bag.

Above the Bizhu Garden, the green vortex that was constantly spinning and drawing spiritual energy stopped slightly.

"Is this a failure in building the foundation?" In Guizhen Hall, Gusha was dressed in a black robe, his face showing a nervous look.

If this is the case, the Gu family will suffer a great loss.

In the [Red Sleeve Move] filled with the scent of cosmetics, Zhao Wei from the Black Snake Cave hugged a hot snake queen, and his hands exerted force out of control.

"What happened to Chu Jing?
According to the news brought by the snake princess tamed by the tribe in his room, Chu Jing entered the Bizhu Tower to retreat and build his foundation, and it has only been a few days since then.

The three stages of foundation building should only be the first stage, the stage of mana!"

"How could this happen?!"

In the market town, in the backyard of Duobao Pavilion, the green bamboos were rustling with leaves.

Beside the shimmering lotus pond, three monks in elegant robes and with pure aura sat on the ground and chatted with each other.

"Brother Feng, the foundation of this Black Abyss Island doesn't seem to be very strong. You and I have abandoned our clan's arrangements and come here to seek opportunities.

"Did you lose the big picture because of the small details?" Sui Bai had a childish face, dressed in a green cypress and pine zhi robe, with a jade ring on his waist, and a worried look on his face.

Wujiu Cliff has been sitting on Sudu Mountain for a hundred years, with Xuanyang Mountain behind it, and is also the foundation for the suppression of the fake Dan Zhenren.

If there had not been a genius with top-grade spiritual roots in the clan, as a direct descendant of the Sui family, he would never have come to the Black Abyss Island to become a disciple.

Feng Yuanzheng from the Feng family in Jiuzhishan is tall and strong with a simple and honest look on his face.

"Since you're here, Brother Sui, why bother leaving? You'll only be here for about half a year.

Uncle Fang from Heiyuan Island is proficient in spiritual medicine, and Uncle Xu is good at alchemy.

Even if your foundation is a little weaker and your luck is not as good, being able to befriend the two uncles will be of great benefit to you and me."

Yuan Qiong of Bizegou had a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. A green light flashed in his eyes and he suddenly spoke.

"Brother Feng, Brother Sui, Chu Jing's foundation building may not fail."

"Brother Yuan, you're joking. The foundation building hasn't failed, but the aura of the foundation building is clearly there."

"Ok?"

They all turned their gaze towards Bizhu Garden, sensing Chu Jing's rising energy, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Feng family of Jiuzhi Mountain, the Sui family of Wuguiya, and the Yuan family of Bizegou are all forces under the command of Xuanyang Mountain in Sudu Mountain.

Every member of the clan has a fake Dan Zhenren in charge.

This time, they sent cultivators with medium-grade spiritual roots here. One reason was to fight against the beast tide together in Sudu Mountain, and the other was to get closer to those who had settled in Heiyuan Island.

The second is that the two real people of the Xuanyang Mountain Patriarch Hall lineage secretly issued a decree.

It is not something that Feng Yuanzheng, Sui Bai and Yuan Qiong can refuse at will.

The real people of the three tribes also attach great importance to the Black Abyss Island. They cultivate spiritual fields, hold Dharma assemblies, resist the beast tide, and continue to develop.

People who practice cultivation, whether they are disciples of major sects, independent practitioners, or magic practitioners, all believe in the theory of luck.

Under Fang Yi's management, Heiyuan Island is thriving, showing signs of prosperity.

If this is the case, Chu Jing failed to build his foundation, and the theory of luck would be self-defeating.

The tendency of Black Abyss Island to devour independent cultivators from all directions must be reduced by at least 30%.

Fang Yi would never allow this.

"It's about luck."

In the Bizhu Garden with walls made of white jade and tiles made of glazed tiles, Fang Yi's eyes were dim and the magic gestures on his fingertips kept changing.

Looking at Chu Jing, whose body was stiff and dead, and surrounded by corpse qi, he slowly began to practice his skills again to absorb spiritual power.

The magic gestures at his fingertips changed again, and a series of ancient magic seals were cast.

The secret method of human puppet: half-dead puppet!

The shadow of an ancient altar lifted Fang Yi up.

He slapped his storage bag, and dozens of soul-sealing jade boxes flew out and hovered in the air.

With the waving of his sleeves, the spirit-sealing talisman ignited without wind, and five-colored spiritual light illuminated the cave.

Flesh and blood shrouded in water and wood spiritual energy, silvery viscous spiritual fluid, and gray demonic bones.
The puppet spiritual object that had been prepared and initially refined was wrapped in a spiritual light magic ban.

"Since there is no hope of building a foundation, then I will spend some money to refine a second-level living puppet.
It just so happens that Senior Brother Gu has already prepared 80% to 90% of the spiritual objects for his third living puppet sacrifice, so he can use this Chu Jing as a practice."

Fang Yi stretched out his five fingers and a bowl-shaped magical instrument fell into his hand. The sticky spiritual liquid in the bowl was emitting a silver spiritual light.

Second-level low-grade puppet spirit: Ancient Silver Blood
"go with!"

Silver spiritual blood rose, penetrated into the blood vessels of Chu Jing's limbs, and spread towards the beating heart in his chest.

(End of this chapter)