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

Chapter 142 Soul Lamp Locking Soul
He shook his head, but Huang Guangsheng was not prepared to intervene too much. After all, there was a big difference between a Jindan True Man and a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

A difference of twice the lifespan is enough to create a gap.

He had been in the Jindan realm for over two hundred years. Every twenty years, he would accept Foundation Establishment cultivators as his disciples.

After counting with his fingers, he found that there were at least two dozen disciples who had passed away in front of him. Even if Xiao Changce was included in this number, it was not many.

Those who cannot condense the golden elixir are all ants.

Huang Guangsheng sighed a little. There were not many great cultivators who could cultivate to the late stage of foundation building in the entire Xuanyang Mountain, and now they were about to lose another one.

Calm your thoughts.

The soul-reflecting mirror continued to rotate slowly, and the bronze light of the mirror flowed endlessly.

The spiritual roots, lifespan and aptitude of each cultivator were completely revealed by this ancient magic mirror.

Then a scroll of magic weapon was raised by the Jindan Zhenren in linen clothes.

A book with the fragrance of ink, its pages moving without wind, floats beside the ancient mirror.

One after another, ink marks like dragons and snakes appeared, recording the cultivator's spiritual roots, cultivation level, and the grade of his skills.

Half an hour later.

Huang Guangsheng cast a spell with his hand, and the bronze mirror light slowly converged, and the soul-reflecting and spirit-capturing mirror fell back into the ancestral hall.

"Zha!"

The awakening sound rang out in the soul.

On Chunyang Peak, thirty-five monks slowly opened their confused eyes and woke up from their stupor.

Looking at the headless corpse in front of them, everyone's eyes shrank.

Seeing that the monks were surprised but did not say much, Huang Guangsheng nodded slightly and shot out a brown-yellow light from his hand.

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The spiritual light merged into the headless corpse, and sharp teeth gradually grew on the corpse's limbs, and golden sideburns appeared on the chest.

"Half-demon monk?"

A monk in red robes had a look of shock on his face.

Xuanyang Mountain is the most powerful force in the entire Dayun Kingdom, yet there are cultivators who dare to sneak into it.

The remaining monks were also discussing the matter, and the scene was a bit noisy for a while.

"quiet!"

The pressure of a Jindan Zhenren emerged from Huang Guangsheng's body.

Under such pressure, many monks felt their bodies sink as if they were wearing heavy shackles, and dared not make any more noise.

"He's just a half-demon cultivator. What's the big deal? My Xuanyang Mountain has been established for thousands of years. Although we have a deep foundation, there are always cultivators who still have evil intentions.

Two centuries ago, another demonic cultivator infiltrated and was also killed by Tianque. As long as his background is clean, you young cultivators don't have to worry."

Seeing that the young cultivator in the Qi training stage in front of him gradually calmed down, Huang Guangsheng waved his sleeves.

Bits of cold light flew out from his sleeves and landed in front of many cultivators.

"This little soul lamp is a must-have for the inner disciples of Xuanyang Mountain. Use the power of your spirit to light the soul lamp.

Afterwards, enshrine the soul lamp in the ancestral hall, and you will become inner disciples of my Xuanyang Sect."

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness poured into the cold star in front of him. The cold light dissipated, and an ancient spiritual lamp with a black copper base and a lotus as the lampstand emerged.

The lotus lanterns are shining brightly.

"A mid-grade soul weapon? Fortunately, I've prepared it."

Xuanyang Mountain is a major righteous sect. Although it is not like the evil sect, it does not use hidden tricks in its skills and elixirs to control the monks in the sect.

However, soul power is also needed to light the soul lamp in order to determine the life and death status of the monks in the sect.

And once a cultivator betrays the sect, the aura left by the soul lamp is enough to accurately find the traitor's location.

This soul lamp is both a protection and a deterrent. Fang Yi's mind moved, and the Three Life Stone wrapped in black and white mysterious light in his sea of ​​consciousness shook slightly. The faint chanting of gods and demons echoed in the depths of his soul.

A shadow with white hair and a withered body gradually became clear on the Three Lives Stone. This was the shadow of his previous life, the corpse god son, a great cultivator of the magic path who had reached the Jindan stage.

Then the phantom of the Corpse God pointed his finger, and a force of divine thought emerged.

Fang Yi's spiritual thoughts in this life merged with the spiritual power of his previous life and poured into the soul lamp in front of him.

The secret art of the soul: the method of using objects to replace shapes.

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A soul fire the size of a soybean lit up on the ancient lotus lamp.

When Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness broke through to the quasi-second level, he was already able to use the Three Lives Stone as a guide to borrow part of the spiritual power of his previous life.

Although his spiritual cultivation had only just broken through recently and the accumulated energy was insufficient, the spiritual power he borrowed was only at the quasi-second level.

But it is enough to perform the secret method of the soul: the method of borrowing objects to replace shapes.
This method can use the power of other people's souls to forge the aura of the soul, and is often used by demonic monks to escape.

Now, he uses the soul power of his previous life to light the soul lamp, and it seems that there is a breath of the soul left in the soul lamp.

However, there is a subtle difference.

The soul fire in this small soul lamp is ignited by the power of the cultivator's soul in the previous life. It should mean that as long as the cultivator is immortal, the soul lamp will never go out.

But Fang Yi's soul fire from his previous life was ignited. If things became impossible in the future and he ran away, he only needed to pay a small price to destroy the shadow of his previous life on the Three Lives Stone to avoid being tracked.

Fang Yi was very familiar with soul magic tools in his previous life. He had personally refined the Soul Locking Chain, Soul Refining Banner, and Netherworld Map to the level of magic weapons.

Naturally, he is also quite familiar with soul tools such as the small soul lamp.

Everyone has their own expertise. With his own attainments in the way of the soul, it is not difficult to deceive the Jindan Zhenren who practices earth-attributed exercises in front of him.

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Huang Guangsheng didn't notice anything unusual. With a flash of light in his hand, Fang Yi's small soul lamp was thrown into the ancestral hall.

The small soul lamps returned to their places one by one, and spiritual texts gradually appeared in the ancestral hall.

"when"

As the last small soul lamp fell, Huang Guangsheng cast a spell with his hand, and faint chanting sounds were heard from the ancestral hall.

Fang Yi was a little surprised.

'Witchcraft inheritance?
This lineage of witchcraft was almost extinct in ancient times, yet Xuanyang Mountain actually has this inheritance, and judging by its rank, it's not low either. This is really interesting.

As the chanting continued to echo, the faint soul fire on the small soul lamp continued to dance, and finally continued to dance.

Feeling the faint fluctuations coming from the Ancestral Hall, Fang Yi used the power of his own soul to cover up the shadow of his previous life.

The mysterious power originally wanted to lock onto the shadow of Fang Yi's previous life, but because it was wrapped by the soul of this life, it could only come into contact with the power of the soul of this life.

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The shadow of Fang Yi's soul slowly emerged in the light of the small soul lamp.

The shadows of the monks appeared in the soul lamps one by one. Suddenly, a strange light flashed in Huang Guangsheng's eyes.

Then a smile appeared on his face and he spoke to the many monks.

"You are now my inner sect disciples of Xuanyang Mountain. The many rules of the inner sect are all contained in the magic card that Junior Brother Tianleizi gave me earlier. You can check it out for yourself."

"Hengyi, take these fellow disciples with you to familiarize yourself with the inner sect of Xuanyang Mountain."

Huang Guangsheng let out a light sigh, and a handsome monk with a purple gold crown on his head, a brocade robe on his body, and a jade ring on his waist walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Yes, Master. Disciple obeys."

Zhang Heng bowed to Huang Guangsheng and then looked at the many new inner disciples present.

"My fellow apprentices, please follow me."

Watching the monk in front of me walk away completely.

In the silent ancestral hall, Huang Guangsheng suddenly spoke.

"Brother Tianque, have these outer disciples discovered any problems?"

(End of this chapter)