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

Chapter 197: The Battle of Dao
During this period, the Han family's foundation-building master also tried to return to defend.

But the Seventh Commandment activated the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, and ancient and heavy runes flowed on the gourd.

The golden spiritual sand gushed out continuously, turning into a sandstorm, and combined with the thick earth handprint, it blocked the magic weapon he was controlling.

……

Gulu...Gulu...

The head of the Han family's foundation-building master rolled on the ground.

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and magic power was overflowing from his body.

"why?"

The last words of the Han family's foundation-building master before his death echoed on the battlefield.

He couldn't understand why the two stronger ones among the three attacking Foundation Establishment warriors chose to find him.

He just accepted the benefit and came to help, so how could he end up like this?

Fang Yi watched the flash of topaz-colored light pass by, and put away the two magical instruments, the folding fan and the green vine.

He also felt relieved. He had no chance of killing Ming Su at all.

But without the help of a foundation-building cultivator, Ming Su was also helpless on his own.

Fang Yi smiled, his blood and energy surging. A drop of blood was forced out and merged into the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Knife in his hand.

With this help, the power of the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword increased greatly, and the dark blue blade light flickered.

A flash of knife light passed by.

Fang Yi waved his hand and split the Starry Sky Net into a gap.

A gray light quickly escaped from the gap and landed beside Gu Jiushang.

Looking at the old rival in front of him with a grim expression.

"Fellow Daoist Mingsu, do you want to continue fighting with me?"

Fang Yi's words had just fallen.

Ming Su felt the aura of a second-level demon beast rising, and together with the foundation-building cultivator who killed the Han family's foundation-building cultivator, it locked onto him.

"Good! Good! Good!" Ming Su's face flushed with anger. "Old ghost, you actually have a hidden trick up your sleeve."

Fang Yi smiled slightly.

As a top-grade magical weapon, the Small Zhoutian Plate is indeed extremely powerful, allowing Master Mingsu to possess the combat power of the middle stage of foundation building.

Now it's three against one, and with three second-level fighters here, the outcome is decided.

"Friend Ming, why are you so angry? Although I have taken the inner elixir, the Water Leopard King's spirit remains.

This spiritual skeleton alone is enough to match the second-level star sand.

What’s more…”

Fang Yi activated the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand, and the dim yellow light turned into several chains.

The chains twisted and turned, and under the unpleasant expression on Master Mingsu's face, they pulled the soul, flesh, blood, and bones of the Han family's foundation-building master into the withered and flourishing banner.

"Besides what?"

“Besides, I heard that the Han family in Baimu Mountain only had one master who had established a foundation, and now he has passed away.

The wealth and spiritual veins left by the Han family are also a huge amount.

Fellow Daoist Ming Su, your Ming family's Three Spirits Valley doesn't seem to be far from the Han family's base?"

嘶

The surviving monks all took a deep breath. Some of them had already noticed something was wrong and wanted to leave quietly.

Master Mingsu's expression changed several times, and he finally refused righteously.

“Old ghost from the White Bone Sect, do you think everyone is a cultivator from your Demon Sect?
My Ming family is a righteous family, how could we do such a treacherous thing?"

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that Master Mingsu was already moved.

Otherwise, in order to recover the losses, it will have to fight with itself again.

Verbal condemnation is always the most powerless.

Fang Yi counted down silently in his heart.

五

four

three……

"boom!"

Star rays emerged from the small Zhoutian plate.

Xingmang slightly inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy, and then attacked the surviving Qi-cultivating monks one by one.

puff
Puff…Puff

After the battle with the water-draining leopard, only about a hundred monks survived.

Afterwards, when two foundation-building monks fought each other, more than ten people were killed by the aftermath.

Now, under the attack of the starlight, the surviving high-level Qi training cultivators and Han family cultivators fell down as quickly as wheat was cut.

Master Mingsu's words were rang out, and just as Fang Yi said, the foundation-building master of the Han family in Baimu Mountain had passed away.

The remaining second-level spirit vein is a real piece of fat meat. In terms of value, it is comparable to the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard King.

Although a foundation-building cultivator will definitely leave a soul tablet in the family, it can only determine the life or death of the cultivator, but not the cause of death.

As long as the Ming family acts fast enough, the Han family will have a chance to be swallowed up in one gulp.

"Ming family cultivators, obey my orders. All the remaining independent cultivators, leave no one alive..."

"what!"

"The Ming family betrayed their trust and will not die a good death..."

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster, I am willing to surrender to you and serve you as my slave..."

Listening to the noisy screams, curses, and faint pleas for mercy.

Fang Yi did not intervene again. It was a law of the jungle, and the fact that the Ming family would attack the independent cultivators was within his expectations.

Ming Su was afraid of the combat power of his three foundation-building warriors.

Fang Yi was also afraid of the cultivator in front of him who was holding the Small Zhoutian Plate.

He had just witnessed the power of this top-grade magic weapon. Ming Su alone, holding this magic weapon, was enough to fight against three second-level fighters on his side.

What's more, the Ming family of Sanling Valley has been established for more than four hundred years, and each generation has a foundation-building master in charge.

Such families have an orderly inheritance, and although they have not produced any fake elixirs, they have not even produced any real elixir masters.

But the clan must have a trump card with the power of the second-grade top grade, and he has naturally seen the second-grade star sand.

The most crucial demon beast's inner elixir has been obtained, but Fang Yi doesn't want to see the trump cards accumulated by this family over hundreds of years.

Therefore, he ordered Qijie to take away only the inner elixir of the Water-Drawing Leopard King, and leave the Han family's tonic elixir.

……

Half an hour later.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the entire battlefield was quiet.

In Fang Yi's hand, the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner was shining with spiritual light, and dim yellow chains shot out from the human skin banner.

The sound of sucking came from the chains, and the blood of nearly a hundred dead monks was sucked.

The dim yellow chains moved around the dead monks like poisonous snakes.

Flesh, bones, skin, and even souls were absorbed by the Ruin Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner. Upon seeing this, Master Mingsu, despite the tacit understanding between the two, still scoffed.

“You monks from the White Bone Sect really want all kinds of junk.

This Qi training cultivator has a low level of cultivation, and his flesh, blood, and soul are complicated. What use is he to you, a foundation building cultivator?"

"Oh?

It seems that Fellow Daoist Mingsu is quite knowledgeable about the magic weapons of our Demon Sect. Would you like to come to my Baigu Sect?

Our sect’s inheritance reaches directly to the third level, which will surely allow fellow Daoist to advance further.”

"Hmph! That's totally unnecessary. I just hope that next time I don't run into you, this old fellow from the White Bone Sect!!"

After saying that, Ming Su summoned the flying boat and quickly left with the remaining Qi-cultivating cultivators of the Ming family.

Fang Yi shook his head, the magic spells in his hands changed, and he continued to control the dim yellow chains, absorbing the flesh and blood on the battlefield.

This banner of the Ruins Realm withered and flourishing is the result of the wood refining method. It is the natal magic weapon refined by sacrifice and already has some characteristics of spiritual roots.

In the future, in addition to continuing to collect spiritual objects with withering and flourishing properties to nourish the magic weapon, high-quality spiritual water and spiritual soil will also be beneficial to this life magic weapon.

Fang Yi collected the flesh and blood of these Qi-cultivating cultivators and used the secret magic method to refine a quagmire of flesh and blood.

Now he is about to advance to the foundation-building stage, and the second-level living puppet and the seven rings are both big consumers of spirit stones.

His own storage bag became flat due to practice, forcing him to be more frugal.

What's more, for ancient spiritual roots, all flesh and blood rich in spiritual power are good fertilizers.

……

One month later.

A wind-feathered eagle puppet flapped its strong wings, and Fang Yi, wearing a green robe, sat cross-legged.

"Wow!"

A high-pitched eagle cry sounded, and strands of wind-attributed spiritual power gathered together, making the Wind-Winged Eagle's flight speed three times faster.

"arrive!"

Looking at the familiar spiritual peak in front of him, Fengling Eagle slowly descended.

Yuping Peak, inside the cave.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and activated a bronze token.

The spiritual light on the token kept flowing, and there were faint invisible waves coming out.

……

After a stick of incense.

An old monk in a black robe and with silver hair, leaning on a cane, slowly stepped into the cave.

Fang Yi stood up and bowed.

"Meet Mr. Wu."

Old Wu looked at the aura of the cultivator in front of him with a kind expression.

"Master Fang, what brings you to me this time?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fang Yi coughed a few times and his face turned even paler.

He released the energy he had prepared and the ninth level of Qi training.

“Old Wu, although my cultivation has improved, I was injured by a cultivator a few months ago and was infected with a trace of fire poison.

I have consulted several spiritual doctors, but none of them have been able to remove the poison. I wonder if Master has come out of seclusion. I would like to see him and ask for his guidance.

Old Wu felt the tangles of fire poison entangled in Fang Yi's magic power, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Who is so bold as to attack a monk from Yuping Peak?!"
Mr. Fang, I will ask the law enforcement department of our sect to take action right now!

Don't worry, sir. Several of my fellow apprentices and brothers are serving in the Law Enforcement Hall.

Even if someone at the Foundation Establishment level were to take action, I, Yuping Peak, would make him pay a heavy price."

Fang Yi reached out to stop Mr. Wu.

This fire poison is a deliberate disguise for him to seek an opportunity to re-enter the secret realm of Qianzhi Garden, so he must not make things worse.

"Old Wu, you're worrying too much. I've already killed that cultivator.

However, the cultivation method was somewhat poisonous, and several medical practitioners were unable to remove the disease.

therefore……."

When Old Wu heard that the cultivator who had attacked Fang Yi had been killed, his expression relaxed.

"In that case, Mr. Fang, please come with me to meet the master. The master is proficient in fire magic.

It will probably not be difficult to remove this fire poison."

Fang Yi bowed and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Wu."

……

A quarter of an hour later.

Yuping Peak Grottoes.

Streams of red magma flowed and gathered into a small lake of about an acre.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

Bubbles are born and burst in the lake.

In the center of the lake, there is an ancient three-story stone platform suspended above it.

There was a monk standing on the stone platform, with a red spiritual light rotating behind him.

Strands of pure fire energy were continuously extracted from the magma lake.

It seemed that he had noticed the arrival of Fang Yi and the other two.

The figure waved his sleeves, and a red rainbow bridge stretched out from the stone platform and finally landed at Fang Yi's feet.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu bowed slightly.

“Master Fang, I have already informed the master about the fire poison.

I have something else important to do, so I'll go ahead."

"Thank you, Mr. Wu, for your help this time."

Fang Yi returned the salute and then stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge.

The rainbow bridge shortened rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it brought the cultivators on the bridge to the center of the Chiyan Spiritual Land.

Fang Yi bowed his head in a respectful tone.

"Disciple Fang Yi, I pay my respects to Master."

"Well, get up."

Xiao Changce slowly turned around, revealing a wrinkled face, and a hoarse voice rang out on the stone platform.

"Show me your injuries and I'll see if I can remove this fire poison from you."

"Master, what's going on? Master, how could you be like this?!!"

Fang Yi looked concerned.

It seemed impossible to believe that the withered and old cultivator in front of him was his own master.

……

(End of this chapter)