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

Chapter 127 Monk Ambush
Xie Zhi always felt that something was wrong. If Xuanyang Mountain was so useless, how could it occupy so many spiritual places?

However, he was also aware of the strength of the third-rank True Immortals in the clan. A third-rank master of divination, also of Black Turtle bloodline, using the clan's magical treasure to make a move and calculation, should not make any major mistakes.

Finally, he gently stroked the armor on his body, feeling its power, and suppressed his irritability.

With the help of this armor, even if a foundation-building master takes action, he is sure to save his life.

Xie Zhi had not realized that the Foundation Establishment Master, whom the other two were extremely wary of, was not far away from them.

Two cultivators were floating above the Yunze Market.

Master Han Jing was wearing a moon-white robe, with bright eyes and white teeth, and his robes fluttered in the wind, like a fairy from the Moon Palace.

A bright moon slowly rotated behind them, and faint waves were transmitted, dropping strands of silver light, covering the two figures.

Standing next to him was also a foundation-building master.

The monk's hair and beard were all red, and he was wearing a rising sun robe. He had a strong build and his tone was a little impatient.

"Senior Sister Han Jing, this half-demon boy from Nanli Country is really perceptive. He can even vaguely sense our presence.
But he ultimately trusted the third-rank fortune teller from Nanli Country too much, otherwise he might have been able to escape this disaster."

Master Han Jing frowned slightly.

The whole body was cold, and a cold and solemn voice sounded in Master Chi Yan's ears.

"Junior Brother Chi Yan, a third-level fortune-teller is truly terrifying. He is the third-level cultivator of the Nanli Kingdom, the Great Diviner, who has inherited the bloodline of the Black Turtle Clan and also has the aid of a magical weapon from the Heavenly Secret Sect."

"If it weren't for this time, Senior Brother Tianque's divination cultivation had made a breakthrough, it's possible that this evil beast from the Nanli Kingdom would have succeeded."

Looking at the beauty beside him, who was like a piece of thousand-year-old ice, Chi Yan muttered in his heart.

"Isn't it just the death of a lover? Why are you so heartless and cut off from love? Besides, even if Senior Brother Li Wujiu hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he would be in his seventies or eighties now. How could he compare to the young cultivators in our sect?"

I remembered what Senior Sister Han Jing and Master, True Man Jiuhan, told me before I left the mountain.

Master Chi Yan sighed inwardly at his miserable fate. Just one level higher in cultivation made a world of difference.

So, he had no choice but to speak up and persuade.

"Senior Sister Han Jing, there are many beautiful women in this world, so why should you be so obsessed with just one? There are so many outstanding male cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain, so why should you only focus on one?"

"I think the boy who just left is quite good, with sharp eyebrows and a sharp look, and an upright figure. If you are interested, I, your junior brother, will capture him for you immediately."

Master Chi Yan's voice became smaller and smaller under Master Han Jing's gaze.

"Shut up!"

Master Han Jing opened his lips slightly.

The big man with red hair and beard immediately fell silent.

There is no way, Master Chi Yan is quite self-aware.

Although they were both foundation-building masters from Xuanyang Mountain, they had established their foundation through their own practice earlier than Master Han Jing.

But, if you can't win, you can't win.

The cold and aloof senior sister next to me is younger than me and joined the sect later than me.

However, the Dao foundation he had forged was a mid-grade Dao foundation, and his cultivation level far exceeded his own low-grade Dao foundation.

What's more, she had just broken through to the middle stage of foundation building, and had a master who was a Jindan Zhenren and loved her very much. Not to mention that she couldn't beat him, even if she could, she wouldn't dare to do it herself.

Master Chi Yan felt helpless. He really couldn't afford to offend this person.

"You two, master and disciple, are having a quarrel. Why did you squeeze me, an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, in between, making me feel like a nobody?"

But when he thought about the benefits promised by True Man Jiuhan, one of them was a top-grade fire-attribute magic weapon.

Master Chi Yan was still quite tempted, and continued speaking with gritted teeth.

"Senior Sister Han Jing, how about I continue to keep an eye on these two half-demon cultivators at the ninth level of Qi training, while you go and relax. The foundation-building seeds of this sect are gradually returning to Xuanyang Mountain. You can pick one if you are interested."

The man in the cold mirror looked carefully at the burly monk in front of him, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Junior Brother Chi Yan, these half-demon cultivators must have cultivators with higher cultivation levels behind them, protecting them. If I were to encounter a great cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage, I would still be able to fight. Junior Brother, you..."

Master Chi Yan's face darkened, but since his own life was at stake, he said no more. He was fishing in Xuanyang Mountain, bait already spread, and if he were to be killed by his prey in such a situation, it would be a great injustice.

Moreover, the order of the master in the sect is to make sure that those cultivators who sneak into Xuanyang Mountain will never return.

Half a day later.

Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the Wind Feather Eagle. A green shield protected him. The howling wind in the air could not interfere with him at all.

The Sutra of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing slowly circulated, and with each inhalation and exhalation, spiritual energy was continuously refined by it.

Feeling a slight pain in his meridians, Fang Yi stopped practicing his skills. He knew that his practice today had reached its limit.

"Ok?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and a sudden inspiration came to his mind. He had inherited the "Plum Blossom Yishu", a second-level heavenly secret, several years ago.

Although he only has average talent in the art of heavenly secrets, which is far inferior to his talent in the art of puppetry, he has finally entered the realm and is already a first-grade lower-grade spiritual fortune teller.

The hands in his sleeves moved slightly.

'Little evil? '

Fang Yi's heart tightened. Where did the danger come from in Xuanyang Mountain?

'Robbery cultivator, demon cultivator, evil cultivator, or something else?'

When it comes to personal danger, he dare not be negligent.

The spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness surged, the spells in the hands kept changing, and then invisible, transparent waves spread out.

Secret method of spiritual consciousness: Xiaosou Tianzhen method.

This secret method was also obtained by Fang Yi in his previous life.

It is a legacy of the Guifu Shengong Pavilion among the ten ancient sects.

There is a great cultivator in this sect, known as the Divine Craftsman Ancestor, who created a top-level secret method specifically for recording the gossips of the world of immortal cultivation. This is also the origin of the gossips contained in the nine purple-gold jade slips that Fang Yi obtained.

The secret technique is invisible and colorless, and even cultivators of the same level cannot detect it if it is combined with the secret technique left by another powerful cultivator of the Guifu Shengong Pavilion, the Guifu Patriarch, the Xiaosuodi Zhenfa.

It can be used immediately, which is said to be the top secret method that can cover all the nine continents and eight trigrams.

The great supernatural power of searching heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, Fang Yi only inherited the "Xiaosou Tianzhen Method", and even if he practiced it to the highest level, it was only a third-level secret method.

However, it was enough for him to detect the movements of the monks behind him.

Fang Yi closed his eyes, feeling the invisible waves spreading continuously, and then collided with the three monks behind him.

He returned without the three monks noticing, and brought back bits and pieces of information.

A lot of information continued to accumulate, and in just a few breaths, Fang Yi knew the Qi cultivation level of the three cultivators behind him.

A rough picture emerged in my mind.

"There are three cultivators, one at the eighth level of Qi training, and two at the ninth level. The cultivator at the eighth level is a human cultivator, and there seems to be something wrong with the other two cultivators at the ninth level."

Fang Yi patted the Fengling Eagle he was sitting on.

"Wow!"

A high-pitched eagle cry came from its mouth. The eagle cry combined with Xiaosou's innocent method made the information sent back three points more real.

After all, the Guifu Shengong Pavilion's fundamental inheritance is the art of puppetry. Even if the secret techniques in this sect have strange origins, they can be combined with puppetry.

The spells in Fang Yi's hands kept changing, and strands of aura were extracted from the secret fluctuations.

Invisible and colorless waves gathered together and eventually turned into a dark gray aura.

Looking at the dark gray aura in his hand, Fang Yi frowned even more tightly.

"Half-demon cultivator? How did a half-demon from Nanli Nation sneak into the Xuanyang Mountain area?"

(End of this chapter)