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

Chapter 175: Fighting to Establish the Foundation
Ming Xiuquan thought of the second-level alchemist in the Qi Refining Stage, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

“Grandpa, even so, if we take action, it’s just four Foundation Establishment masters facing four second-level monsters.

If you can't kill the second-level monster, you can't exchange it for a second-level treasure pill. I'm afraid that Grandpa's injury is..."

Ming Su paused stroking his long beard, then sighed helplessly.

"Xiu Quan, I know that this may not be very successful, but the cultivators of Xuanyang Mountain are willing to take the risk, so what if I take action once?

This time, I brought the clan’s most powerful magical weapon, the Small Zhoutian Plate, to draw on the power of this top-grade magical weapon.

As long as what the cultivator from Xuanyang Mountain said was true, there was an 80% chance of killing a second-level rat demon.

At the very least, we can repel these four rat demons and save Qingzhu Mountain. The merits gained can be exchanged for a second-level Yimu Shengling Pill to prevent your great-grandfather's injuries from worsening.

This Jiazi Beast Tide is different from the past. Only if the three foundation-building masters of my Ming family join forces can we survive it."

"Top-grade magical instrument: Small Zhoutian Plate?!"

A faint human-shaped shadow appeared in Ming Suquan's sea of ​​consciousness, and then disappeared again.

Ming Xiuquan nodded after hearing this, and then his face turned grim.

"In that case, after Grandpa Su defeats the second-level monster, I will make a cultivator in Qingzhufang City pay the price!"

Ming Su smiled slightly, remembering what Ming Xiuquan had said before, about the second-level cave being taken away.

He shook his head slightly but did not refute.

"Is it the body-refining cultivator named Chen Jiu?

But I am just a casual cultivator. After I take action, will He Laogui and Fellow Daoist Song give me some face?
But your maid didn't come with you today?"

There was a hint of confusion in Ming Xiuquan's eyes.

"This is a major event for our Ming family. The fewer people who know about it, the safer it will be."

Master Mingsu looked pleased.

"Hmm? Indeed.

This time, I allowed you to leave the clan and come to Qingzhu Mountain to train. You have really grown a lot."

Ming Xiuquan looked proud and was about to continue speaking.

An invisible wave swept past.

The jade pendant on Master Mingsu's waist lit up.

"Ok?"

Master Mingsu stood up immediately.

The magic power around him surged, turning into a blue light, wrapping up his descendants and rushing towards Qingzhufang Market.

"We can talk about the restoration of power later. Now the important thing is to do business!"

As soon as Master Mingsu finished speaking.

Ming Xiuquan's eyes cleared.

Then blood light appeared around his body, interrupting Master Mingsu's escape.

The pain penetrated deep into my bones, and a scream escaped my lips.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!

Grandpa, save me!"

The azure light paused for a moment, then landed on one of them.

"Demon Soul Binding Technique?!"

Master Mingsu had a serious expression on his face. He held up a talisman and a silvery-white spiritual light shone down.

Seeing that the blood-colored lines on Ming Xiuquan's body were suppressed, he was about to continue rushing towards Qingzhu Mountain.

A cold aura locked onto it.

Then a hoarse and withered voice echoed in the ancient forest.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!

Fellow Daoist Mingsu, if you want to save your grandson's life, you probably can't go to Qingzhu Mountain."

"who!!"

Ming Su's expression changed, and the magic power around him surged. Strands of starlight emerged, and a purple star disk magic weapon was sacrificed by him.

"Who is playing tricks?"

'found it! ’

The magic gestures in Mingsu's hands changed, and the star plate behind him rotated slowly.

"boom!"

A beam of purple light was shot out.

"Haha! Why are you so angry, Brother Mingdao?"

An old monk wearing a Mingquan robe appeared in Master Mingsu's consciousness.

The monk waved the blood-colored spirit flag in his hand.

The strange dark characters on the spirit flag were jumping, and ghostly aura was entwined.

Then the yin energy surged, and a ghost figure appeared, wearing a three-yin crown, a human skin robe, and holding a bone rosary.

The ghost's eyes were dark green, and a pale hand stretched out.

"boom!"

The ghost hand filled with yin energy collided with the purple light column, and a strong wind blew, and the ghost energy and starlight surged.

The old monk activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to block the attack of the Small Zhoutian Plate.

Then he made a strange gesture, and blood lines appeared around Ming Xiuquan again.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Hearing the screams beside his ears, Master Mingsu's eyes turned fierce, and a blue spiritual light rolled out, sealing Ming Xiuquan's sea of ​​​​qi and soul.

Although this measure only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, facing the eerie and strange foundation-building master in front of him.

There is no other way to stay here.

Fang Yi sneered at this.

"Fellow Daoist Mingsu, the soul-binding technique of my White Bone Sect cannot be undone in this way."

This old monk was actually Fang Yi in disguise.

A few days ago, after knowing that Song Qinghe was secretly plotting, Fang Yi naturally would not let him get his wish.

This involves his own living puppet and the level it will reach after it is upgraded, so he will naturally give it his all.

On the night of retreating to the second-level cave, he confirmed that the foundation-building master of the Wuyouming family had not arrived.

Fang Yi left a hidden hand mark in the No. 1 cave out of habit.

With the help of Qijie's earth escape method and the attainments of a second-level formation master, he sneaked in.

After capturing the two alive, Fang Yi used the torture method he was extremely good at, using methods such as bewitching the soul and confusing the mind.

Ming Xiuquan was not a monk with strong will.

He quickly confessed everything he knew, pouring out the beans from a bamboo tube.

However, Fang Yi looked up to his maid, who would rather cut off her own meridians and destroy her dantian than reveal any information about her family.

Three days ago, when Master Ming Su called Ming Xiuquan, he followed behind him.

With the help of this earth escape technique and the concealment ability of the "Life and Death Sutra", he quietly lurked here. Now, with the help of the information sent by Gu Jiushang, he knew that the situation in Qingzhufang City was "very good".

Naturally, he would not let the monk in front of him leave.

Fang Yi saw that Master Mingsu's magical power was surging all over his body and his aura was overwhelming. He had the aura of the old demon from his previous life, the Mingquan Sect.

He said in a sinister and threatening tone.

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Ming, don't tell me you really don't want your grandson's life?

If you are hit by the secret soul-binding technique of my White Bone Sect, as long as I slightly activate my magic power, you will be defeated.

With a loud bang, your darling grandson will be turned into bloody mud."

As a foundation-building master, Ming Su naturally knows what is important and what is urgent.

Then he shot out a ray of azure light and hit the small Zhoutian star disk.

"Click"

"Click"

The star disk slowly rotated, its spiritual light shining brightly. Dozens of cold stars emerged and smashed towards Fang Yi.

"Hey, fellow Taoist from the White Bone Sect, my dear grandson has fallen into your hands. I wonder how many hidden tricks he has left behind.

He has been useless for a long time. You should also know about the affairs of my Ming family from his mouth.

It involves life and death in foundation building. If my grandson dies, I will just give birth to another son."

Fang Yi's mouth twitched slightly.

Although he knew that a high-level Qi training cultivator who was only forty years old was enough to become the foundation-building seed of a foundation-building family, the Ming family would certainly not give up like this.

But the meaning of the Foundation Establishment Master in front of him was also very clear.

No matter how valuable this Qi-cultivating cultivator is, he cannot compare to the clan’s ancestor who has already established his foundation.

Immortality is noble and private.

Fang Yi had no intention of forcing Ming Su to retreat just because of the life of a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

Even if he is Mingsu's direct descendant.

It's just a waste recycling, a test run. Ultimately, the true strength will be revealed.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and communicated with the Red Tiger Spirit Puppet that had been nurtured to the peak of the second-level lower grade in his dantian.

The spiritual light on the red tiger puppet keeps flowing.

"Roar!"

The roar of a tiger echoed, and a red demonic tiger shadow appeared behind it.

The demon tiger stretched out its red claws and grabbed.

"boom!"

The red spiritual light collided with the cold star and dissipated at the same time.

Fang Yi did not stop what he was doing.

He continued to activate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

A dragon roar and a rat howl were heard from the banner.

The yin energy is rolling and the ghostly spirit is deep.

The ghost of a Yin-Yan dragon and the soul of a rock rat the size of a calf emerged from the banner.

The Yinyan Jiao was majestic, riding the ghost fog and flying in the air. Its mouth was slightly opened, and several dark green fireballs came out.

The rock rat's yellow-black spiritual light appeared, its eyes were bloodshot, and its claws were gloomy as it grabbed towards Ming Su.

"Second-level demon soul? Two of them!"

Ming Su frowned, if there was only this Foundation Establishment Master in front of him.

He holds the top-grade magic weapon, the Small Zhoutian Disk. Even if he cannot be killed, it is not difficult to seriously injure him.

But if there are two more second-level ghosts, unless the master Mingxiang in the clan who is in the middle stage of foundation building, holds the small Zhoutian plate and attacks with all his strength.

Otherwise, at best, it will be repelled.

Ming Su already had the intention to retreat at this time, but he was still unwilling to do so.

His eyes were fierce and he was determined, and a stream of his own vital energy was ejected from him.

"Fellow Daoist from the White Bone Sect, if you can withstand this attack, my Ming Family will no longer be involved in the affairs of the Qingzhu Market.

What if you can’t take it?

Then I'll have to trouble you to make way for me."

Looking at the small Zhoutian plate with flowing starlight, Fang Yi's heart tightened.

This top-grade magical weapon also has its concerns.

A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, holding a top-grade magic weapon, is enough to fight against two or three cultivators in the same early stage of foundation building.

If it is a one-on-one fight, this Master Mingsu can kill the four second-level rat kings on Qingzhu Mountain as long as he is willing to pay the price.

In this case, it will be even more impossible to let it go.

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly, and a knife-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword is as black as ink, its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and extremely sharp.

As pure mana poured in, faint blue runes began to flow across the blade.

A drop of crimson blood was forced out by Fang Yi.

The essence and blood slowly merged into this top-grade magical weapon with nine restrictions.

Although I don’t know what opportunity the Ming family had, they actually obtained a top-grade magic weapon.

But this small Zhoutian plate is obviously not Ming Su's natal magic weapon.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword is the most advanced killing treasure in the demonic world, and it is also Fang Yi's natal magic weapon, which can be sacrificed and refined at will.

Although it is only a top-grade magic weapon with nine restrictions, when activated by the essence and blood of a second-level physical cultivator, it is enough to demonstrate its terrifying power as a top-notch killing treasure.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword transformed into a dark blue blade light and swept away.

"clang!"

"Cang! Cang!"

The blue spiritual light and the purple star disk continued to collide.

Tens of breaths later.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword returned to Fang Yi's hand, and its spiritual light dimmed a little.

Ming Su also had a look of heartache as he looked at the several scratches on the small Zhoutian plate in his hand.

"Top-grade magical weapon?!

You, the White Bone Sect, are really willing to spend a fortune to cause trouble for Xuanyang Mountain! ! !
"Okay! Okay! Okay! My Ming family accepts defeat. Please, fellow Taoist, remove the magical restrictions on my grandson. I'll turn around and leave."

Fang Yi smiled slightly and threw out a magic contract from his storage bag.

"Friend Mingdao, please!"

A cultivator's cave in Qingzhufang City.

Gu Jiushang restrained the energy in his body, observing the battle situation while avoiding the search of the rat demon.

A yellow-brown spiritual light emerged from the ground. When the light dissipated, a monk with a withered body appeared.

(End of this chapter)