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

Chapter 564: Third-level Spiritual Doctor, Quasi-third-level Yellow Sand Formation

"This retreat has yielded a lot of rewards. The [Life and Death Sutra] is truly the most advanced ancient martial art."

Fang Yi smiled, and the lingering energy of the withered and flourishing spirit was aroused. The ancient vines in the cave swayed, and the flowers bloomed, full of vitality.

As his mind moved, the treasure banner made of spirit wood as the pole and human skin as the banner swayed behind him, the aura was powerful and integrated, and three treasure forbidden runes flowed.

The Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner has completely refined the Withering and Flourishing Spirit Wood, transforming it into the third treasure ban.

"rise!"

A spell was cast from his fingertips, and rich vitality fell like jade, turning into a large green wooden hand, which picked up the Xuantian spirit seed in the spirit eye and condensed it.

Rich vitality spread out, and a ginseng planted in the spiritual field, surrounded by red light and with emerald green branches and leaves, swelled several times visibly to the naked eye.

The rich ginseng fragrance rushed into Fang Yi's nose, and he felt his blood and qi swelling, and a surge of wildfire rushed straight to his lower abdomen.

"Oh, this red jade ginseng has finally matured after three years of care.

Together with the spiritual herbs collected by Zuo Ziheng, this third-level spiritual recipe finally contains all the spiritual herbs."

Taking out a jade box to seal the spirit, Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and with delicate movements, he dug up the red jade ginseng along with the spirit soil and rolled it into the jade box.

After affixing three second-level talismans for locking qi, sealing the soul, and maintaining health, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

This third-level spiritual recipe [Ebony Ginseng Horn Soul-Cleansing Soup] is the first third-level spiritual recipe he wants to refine after he embarks on the path of a third-level spiritual doctor.

Among the third-level medical inheritance [Hundred Yuan Medicine Theory] given by Xu Qingshe, it is one of the top third-level spiritual prescriptions.

It is good at nourishing the spirit, replenishing qi and blood, and greatly benefiting the soul. It is the most proud spiritual prescription of the third-level spiritual doctor Bai Yuanzi in his life, and is used to assist cultivators in condensing elixirs.

"The spiritual objects for forming a dan have been prepared. Once we have dealt with everything on the island, we can return to the sect..."

Junior Brother Xu had already taken the lead three years ago to seek the opportunity to form a pill.

When I left again, the situation on Black Abyss Island became really tricky because I had lost a ninth-level foundation-building cultivator and a second-level peak-level demon beast to suppress it.

Those little beast kings are no ordinary people..."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and several sound transmission jade talismans flew out, and in the clouds and mist, they turned into cloud cranes and flapped their wings and flew away.

Earning spirit stones on Heiyuan Island to support one's cultivation is also a top achievement in competing for the position of the head of Xuanyang Mountain.

Even if he leaves, he still needs to be prepared.

One day later, Nanyunbo, Chifeng Island.

As one of the rare spiritual places in Nanyunpo, there is a miniature second-level spiritual vein with fire attribute.

On the island, there is a forest of red maple trees, a first-level spiritual plant, with maple leaves like fire. More than a dozen dying Qi-cultivating monks are bound in the spiritual trees by chains derived from demonic energy.

Red-striped tigers with muscular bodies and fierce auras were either lying or crawling around the island, playing and frolicking.

From time to time, it would open its tiger's mouth and swallow a monk.

"You evil creature deserves to die!" Above the island, a handsome monk, covered by a spiritual veil, had an ugly expression on his face.

Chifeng Island was originally occupied by a foundation-building family that planted fire maple trees, and had long since defected to Heiyuan Island.

Now that they have been conquered by monsters, the entire clan has been massacred, leaving only a few cultivators with pure energy, who serve as blood food for the monsters and are used to cultivate the first-level red-striped tigers as tiger minions.

"Buzz!"

A fist-sized gem, shimmering with precious light, fell towards the island accompanied by the sound of surging green waves.

"Roar!"

A tragic beast roar was heard.

The maple tree leaned, its branches and leaves withered, and the two red-striped tigers leaned on the large bluestone, reproducing and fighting endlessly. Their tiger whips broke and they were immediately severely injured.

Li Heng wore a white jade crown and a hydrated seven-star robe, with his sleeves fluttering and magic gestures dancing on his slender fingertips.

The twelve magic prohibitions were completed, and the natal magic weapon, the Hanhai Pearl, which was faintly emitting precious light, fell again.

"Junior Brother Chu!"

"Don't worry, senior brother!" Chu Jing took a step out of the air, activated the Xuanyuan Sword, and slashed at the severely injured red-striped tiger.

Seeing the two second-level red-striped tigers being stopped, Fan Yong, Feng Yuanzheng, and Lu Yuezhi were
The monks attacked together, some activated the white lanterns in the Moon Palace, and some swung out the red magic swords.

In an instant, spiritual light and demonic energy collided, bloody air spread out, and the two sects of human and demon fought in a group.
Half an hour later.

Gu Jiushang held a bronze token in his hand, on which was engraved the shadow of an ancient tree.

The gray spiritual gauze completely concealed the aura, and he used the power of the token magic weapon to control Chu Jing.

On the other side, he was concentrating on observing the fight between Li Heng and the second-level medium-grade red-striped tiger.

"First, he was severely injured by a quasi-magic weapon-level Hanhai Pearl, and then ambushed and killed by Li Heng, a top-grade Taoist cultivator.

The fate of Chifeng Island is decided!"

"What is this?" Gu Jiushang suddenly turned his head and looked towards the northeast, and a familiar breath emerged.

"The master's jade talisman for transmitting sound?!" He showed a look of joy, and then his mind moved, activating the puppet token in his hand.

"Boom!" On the Chifeng Island, Chu Jing's sleeves fluttered, and his essence, blood, and soul were silently burning. The power of the Xuanyuan Sword increased greatly, completely suppressing the red-striped tiger.

"This human puppet is quite useful, but it's a bit of a waste of spiritual materials."

Gu Jiushang muttered, took a step forward, and fled to the northeast.

A few moments.

Holding the sound transmission jade talisman in his hand, Gu Jiushang seemed to be lost in thought.

"Recall all foundation-building cultivators to defend Black Abyss Island. The master is returning to Xuanyang Mountain to condense the pill."

"So, let's make a quick decision!"

Gu Jiushang's fingertips changed the magic formula, and a phantom of Taotie appeared in the sea of ​​qi in his dantian, and his spiritual thoughts poured into the puppet token.

"Zheng!" The Xuanyuan Sword on the Chifeng Island emitted sword light, and with the clanging sound of the sword, it severely injured the red-striped tiger.

"Junior Brother Chu, good moves!" Li Heng praised, and a jade ruler slipped from his sleeve and hit the red-striped tiger's head.

Blood spilt everywhere and shrill roars were heard.

Half an hour later, the setting sun was as red as blood, and the strong smell of blood spread throughout the entire Chifeng Island.

Li Heng smiled and was in high spirits as he collected the corpse of a second-grade mid-grade red-striped tiger.

After working with Chu Jing for many years, this is the first time I have seen him unleash such combat power and kill a second-level low-grade monster head-on.

He also gained a lot of benefits.

"Junior Brother Chu, this second-grade, mid-grade red-striped tiger was killed by you and me together. When we return to Black Abyss Island to sell it, you will certainly get a share."

"Brother, everything is up to you." Chu Jing said.

Seeing the polite and neither humble nor arrogant Chu Jing, Li Heng became more and more satisfied.

The monks under my master's tutelage are still the same as before, friendly and respectful to each other, without any dirty deeds.

He was thinking in his mind that he would exchange a wood-attributed spiritual object for Chu Jing to use in refining his own magic weapon.

A green jade sound-transmitting crane transformed into a jade talisman and fell from the sky.

"Master's decree: return to Heiyuan Island immediately?" Li Heng glanced at Chifeng Island reluctantly.

He originally wanted to use this spiritual island as a base to set up a magic circle and reverse the situation of humans and demons in Nanyunpo in one fell swoop.

There are seven second-level spiritual islands in Nanyunpo.

After several years of hard work, he received help from independent cultivators and various foundation-building families in Xuanyang.

If they occupied Chifeng Island, the human cultivators would occupy four second-level islands, which would just be the four symbols to protect Heiyuan Island.

"Forget it, Master's decree cannot be delayed any longer."

In the ancient city of Dadu, Qin Yu, who was buying elixirs in Duobao Pavilion, had a slightly changed expression.

He threw his black robe and walked towards the cave.

"Master has issued a decree to recall the Black Abyss Island lineage and the many foundation-building masters?"

A quarter of an hour later.

A flying boat rose into the sky, wrapped in green spiritual light, and quickly disappeared.

Three days later.

In Fengling Immortal City, True Man Zidian, who was bargaining with a black-robed monk, also received the news.

"Senior Brother Fang has come out of seclusion?"

"Could it be that he is going to return to the sect and strive for the True Dan realm?"

A horrifying thought emerged in his mind, and Master Zi Dian's face flushed as he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.

"Xun'er, let's go!"

He waved his sleeves, pulled Cao Xun up with his big hand, and walked towards the outside of Fenglingxian City.

"Why is the ancestor so anxious?

Fellow Daoist Wu is already interested in selling these ten gourds of second-level Hundred Beasts Blood Essence." Cao Xun looked puzzled.

In order to collect blood essence for Fang Yi, refine the [Blood Essence Marrow Fluid] and attract foundation-building seeds, this is the plan of Heiyuan Island to attract independent cultivators.

He and Zidian Zhenren had already been in Fengling Immortal City, discussing matters with the sinister Master Wu for a long time. This abandonment was the loss of six months' worth of hard work.

"It's a big deal!" said Master Zidian. "I'll tell you when we return to Black Abyss Island.

Now, hurry up!"

Ten days later.

Fang Yi tied up his hair with a dry vine, put on a green robe, and walked slowly out of the Qingzhi Cave.

He took a step into the air and looked down at the market town.

Guizhen Hall, Hongxiu Zhao, Bibo Courtyard, Refining Building...

Five-colored spiritual light flows between the pavilions and towers, and the aura of the foundation-building master lingers above them.

"According to what Senior Brother Gu said, the secret photo shoot on the island has already begun.

I wonder if Senior Brother Gu has spread the legacy of the old ways of the corpse ghost."

Fang Yi pondered for a moment, restrained his aura, and walked towards the market with a gray aura covering his figure.

"Let's go and see which fellow Daoist is so bold as to arrange a secret photo shoot on my Black Abyss Island.
The times are different now. If you want to leave and condense the pill, you need to get rid of these little rats first."

……

An hour later.

Led by a servant, they bypassed several forbidden areas and a rockery slowly emerged.

'This place?'

In the dark cave, the dampness was pressing, and the formation token in his sleeve was shining with jade light. Fang Yi compared it with his own location.

Under the shadow of the black hood, he smelled a familiar scent and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

The location of the cave is neither too far nor too near, and it is located at the corner of the protective formation of the Black Abyss Island.

It can use the power of the formation to intimidate passing monsters, and also attract the monks on the Black Abyss Island to purchase spiritual objects without being discovered by the monks on the island.
He murmured in his mind.

'Such a skillful method can only be performed by an experienced and experienced monk.

The prosperity of Black Abyss Island attracted casual cultivators, and indeed, it also attracted many unorthodox cultivators.

Hey, I thought it was just a few little mice in the gutter, but I never thought I could catch a big fish.

"Bishui Pavilion? Hehuan Sect? Baigu Sect?"

Or was it a hidden trick left by Xiao Lie?

"The senior has arrived."

The servant leading the way stopped and looked at the monk behind him with a face full of flesh and a fierce aura.

He turned around, took out an animal-head mask and a black cloak from his sleeve, and spoke respectfully.

'Senior, the rules of this secret photo shoot are that the whereabouts of the guests cannot be revealed.

This beast-head mask and cloak can conceal the aura. Please wait for it, senior.

Fang Yi's spiritual sense swept over the beast-head mask and the cloak magic weapon, and he took out a red-striped leopard mask from his sleeve. The runes on his gray robe concealed his aura.

He pretended to be impatient in his voice.

"No need. I don't trust you. I have prepared this mask myself."

The gray-robed servant was not surprised and did not try to persuade him again.

The cultivators who come to the secret meeting to sell the stolen goods are either robber cultivators who kill people for treasures, or evil cultivators who run rampant, or righteous cultivators who occasionally hide their bodies.

Nine out of ten things on hand are of ill-gotten origin. Once exposed, there will be endless troubles.

The servant bowed slightly and moved a token in his sleeve.

"Click~"

"Click~"

There was a harsh sound of rocks turning, and two red lights the size of lanterns lit up, as if to confirm whether the servant was being forced.

Fang Yi felt a faint fluctuation of magical power flash by.

Half a minute later, a stone door opened to both sides, and a dazzling white light came on.

"Please come in, fellow Taoist!" a hoarse voice sounded.

Feeling the more than twenty auras behind the door, the strongest of which was only at the late stage of foundation building, Fang Yi did not delay and flicked his sleeves to enter the cave.

An hour later.

In the dozens of feet long stone cave, the top of the cave is dotted with luminous pearls.

On the stone platform, there was a gray-robed foundation-building monk wearing a skull mask and a robe of a hundred ghosts, surrounded by a gloomy aura.

"I am Taoist Skull, and I am honored to meet you fellow Taoists.

You are all great monks who dominate the area. You all have your own purposes for coming here. Time is precious, so I will not talk too much.

The rules of the secret auction association state that the spiritual objects and magical instruments auctioned may come from any source, but no fakes are allowed.
Fellow Daoists, if you see spiritual objects and magical instruments belonging to your family's younger generations or your friends, you can take pictures of them yourself."

"But if you want to rob it by force!"

"Hua La La!" A huge aura rose from the screen behind the stone platform.

"Fake Dan Zhenren!" The cave fell silent, and the unruly cultivators instantly restrained their aura, becoming harmless to humans and animals.

Taoist Skull knew that these foundation-building cultivators were all on the edge of a knife, but with the Fake Dan Zhenren suppressing them, he was not afraid of the foundation-building cultivators making a comeback.

He waved his sleeves and took out a brocade box from his storage bag. Three dark green spirit beads lay quietly in it. A hideous ghost figure was looming on the beads.
“The first lot is three second-level, low-grade Yin Soul Beads.

The soul of a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building was used as a sacrifice, and it was a high-grade soul spirit object used to refine magical instruments such as the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
The starting price is one low-grade spirit stone!"

"boom!"

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly became hot. Although everyone knew that it would be difficult to obtain three second-level spiritual objects with just one low-grade spiritual stone, it would be difficult to obtain three second-level spiritual objects.

But the starting price of a spirit stone is enough to attract the attention of all the cultivators present.

"One hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

"Hehehe, a second-level soul spiritual object for just one hundred low-grade spirit stones?
Which fellow Taoist is so stingy?

I'll give you two hundred!"

"Three hundred spirit stones!"

"Three hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones!"

In a corner of the grotto, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly, leaning on a thick chair carved from bones.

Figures wearing masks of various colors, such as jackals, wolves, tigers, leopards, evil spirits, and Asuras, come into view.

He was counting the number of monks in his mind.

'There are thirteen cultivators in the late Qi training stage, five cultivators in the early foundation building stage, three cultivators in the middle foundation building stage, and one cultivator in the late foundation building stage.

The White Bone Sect, the Hehuan Sect, the Gu Dao cultivators, and the Xuanyang Mountain Foundation Establishment Master.

'Including the fake Dan Zhenren from the White Bone Sect, there are a total of nine cultivators above the foundation building level.
By clearing out this group of monks, Black Abyss Island can enjoy peace for a while.'

Feeling the divine thoughts coming from the Seven Rings, he smiled slightly, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner floated behind him.

"Roar!"

A thick yin energy rose into the sky, and a corpse hand covered with scales, with yin fire lingering on its five fingers, grabbed towards the fake Dan Zhenren behind the auction table.

"Corpse Dao True Pill!"

The screen broke, and a short, white-haired and bearded fake Dan Zhenren, feeling the terrifying aura, fled towards the cave without hesitation.

"Walk!!"

"Serious man, have mercy!"

"I'm just here to participate in a secret auction and I'm not familiar with the auctioneer."

The monks rushed to explain, their faces filled with fear, as they fled frantically towards the top of the cave.

Obviously, all the cultivators who came here knew that the top of the cave was underwater in Nanyun Lake. Once they escaped, they would attract the attention of the fake Dan Zhenren on Heiyuan Island.

"Buzz!"

A yellow spiritual light flowed and turned into a jade shield, blocking all the attacking magic weapons.

Gray energy flowed, brown runes jumped, and a small space of formation quickly took shape.

A small silver-white beast was lazily lying on a demonic cloud. After several years of cultivation, it received offerings from spiritual creatures from the Black Abyss Island, and its skills in the Seven Rings Formation were further improved.

Quasi-third-level formation: Yellow Sand Formation.

Catching a turtle in a urn!

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword slashed across, and a ferocious head flew up, killing a cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Fang Yi's robe fluttered without wind, and he was surrounded by a ghostly aura. Every move he made was filled with evil intent.

Without the nourishment of the third-level Yin meridians, he had to use the essence and blood of the cultivators to cultivate the evil spirit of Red Yin.

(End of this chapter)