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

Chapter 219: Ambush
Tianque Peak.

In a cave.

Geng Daojing sat cross-legged, with azure spiritual light flowing around his body, his magic power surging and exhaling, slowly refining the dense spiritual energy.

Half an hour later.

He stopped practicing the technique, feeling the dull pain in his chest, and his cultivation level hadn't changed at all.

His expression was extremely ugly.

"Damn Fang Yi, if it weren't for you, how could I have not made any progress in my cultivation and was even injured by the half-demon cultivator from Nanli Country?"

Thinking back to the past five years, I have been nourished by the secret method called Yi Mu Chang Sheng Qi.

Yan Youtai, whose vital energy loss has decreased.

His face looked very cold.

This Yi wood is very vital, and it can not only restore Yan Youtai's vitality and vigor.

Fang Yi will also deduct at least 70% of it for his own cultivation.

The consumption of two or three times the amount of spiritual medicine was too much for Yan Youtai to bear even with his wealth.

But when it comes to one's own lifespan, it will naturally not reduce one's own expenses.

The only way is to save money and reduce the supply to the opponent's foundation-building monks.

Among them, the one whose spiritual gains were reduced the most was Geng Daojing, who was perfectly replaced by Fang Yi.

Not only did Geng Daojing's income decrease significantly, but even the spiritual energy in his cave was downgraded by one level.

How can he be willing to do this?

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Feeling the sound transmission jade pendant in his arms explode.

Geng Daojing's face lit up with joy.

Thinking of the master who had established the foundation in the sect, he gradually stopped seeking treatment for himself, and his eyes became vicious.

“This opportunity is rare. The little beast is only in the early stages of foundation building and is still a medical practitioner. He is not good at fighting.

Even though I'm injured, I won't let him survive this time.

Otherwise, if we allow it to continue to develop, there will be no place for me to stand on Tianque Peak and Xuanyang Mountain."

Geng Daojing waved his sleeves, and they turned into a ray of azure light.

The spiritual light appeared and disappeared, and was heading towards Fenglingxian City.

"Old man, you should have received the news by now and should be ready to take action soon."

Fang Yi did not ride on the Wind Feather Eagle puppet, which had been refined to the quasi-second level.

Instead, he stepped on the green spiritual cloud.

He rushed towards Fengling Immortal City at the speed of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

Thinking back on these five years, Geng Daojing secretly ruined his own reputation.

He also went in and out with Yan Youtai, staring at himself to perform Yimu Changshengqi, which seriously affected his own withholding of benefits. Fang Yi was also full of murderous intentions.

If there had not been a second-level mid-grade spiritual doctor who had been keeping a close eye on him for four years, how could he have withheld only 70% of Yimu Changsheng Energy?

"If it weren't for this old thing being an eyesore, I would have advanced to the second level of the Foundation Establishment Stage at least a year earlier."

Fang Yi had already found out that Geng Daojing had lost Yan Youtai's support.

He was sent by the sect a year ago to the place where the demon monks and the half-demons of Nanli Kingdom were fighting.

He returned seriously injured a month ago, and now his combat power has fallen to the middle stage of foundation building.

Fang Yi already had a plan in mind.

"This time we must at least prove that old man's crime of attacking his fellow disciples.

Otherwise, having a knowledgeable spiritual doctor would be too much of an eyesore and would affect my progress in cultivation."

Three days later.

The azure blue light was speeding away.

"Junior Brother Fang! Junior Brother Fang, please wait a moment. Senior Brother Yan has something to tell you."

'coming. ’

Fang Yi communicated with the Qi Ring in the spirit pet bag and Gu Jiushang in the coffin.

'Qijie, I will fight this old man later, so you set up the formation first.

Senior Brother Gu, don’t do anything for a while, let’s see if that old guy still has some fighting power.

If we are sure we can kill him, we will do it later. Otherwise, if we can prove that he is attacking his fellow disciples, we can ask Yan Youtai to take action.'

Fang Yi slowly stopped the spiritual cloud under his feet, looking puzzled.

"Senior Brother Geng, what does Senior Brother Yan want to talk to me about?

Isn't he in seclusion to break through to the middle stage of foundation building? How can he have the spare time? ? "

In the azure light, Geng Daojing's expression changed, and then he looked anxious.

"Junior Brother Fang, something terrible has happened. Senior Brother Yan failed to advance to the middle stage of foundation building and his injury has relapsed.

Now, he has passed out. I follow the order of our sect’s Jindan Master, Master Tianque, and ask you, Junior Brother, to go back to Tianji with me.”

"Brother Yan is seriously injured? How could this be? Thanks to Yimu's immortality, Brother Yan has recovered 80% of his lost energy.
How could this happen! How could this happen? ? ! ! "

Fang Yi's expression suddenly changed, and his tone became anxious. "Brother Yan has been very kind to me. Brother Geng, let's go quickly."

Geng Daojing saw Fang Yi's anxious expression and felt murderous in his heart.

"You are a sentimental monk, but unfortunately, the more you act like this, Fang Yi, the more I cannot let you live!"

Geng Daojing secretly mobilized his magic power, but remained expressionless.

After confirming that there were no other monks around, he spoke.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Fang, I will figure it out."

A ray of azure sword light shot out from his sleeve.

The sword flashed, and he wanted to cut Fang Yi in half.

Seeing the sword light getting closer and closer, Fang Yi showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

Geng Daojing laughed heartily.

"Junior Brother Fang, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for having an excellent talent in medicine but not being good at fighting.

If you hadn't sacrificed a magical medical weapon, I wouldn't have attacked you so easily.

Creation Banner? What a grand title, what great benefits!?!

Junior Brother Fang, I will teach you a lesson. You and I are both foundation-building cultivators, and our ultimate goal is to be strong in battle."

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed over the ancient forest.

Ling Sang's embroidered robe glowed with green light, which stopped the azure flying sword.

A photo stone appeared in Fang Yi's hand, and his expression looked grim.

"Geng Daojing, you plotted against your fellow disciple. Aren't you afraid of the punishment of soul-sucking in the sect's Law Enforcement Hall?"

"A top-grade defensive magic weapon?
Good! Good! Good! I didn't expect that Junior Brother Fang has such a treasure.
The sect's Law Enforcement Hall is naturally formidable. The Soul Extraction Punishment is also extremely terrifying. But Junior Brother Fang, as long as you die without anyone noticing, how will the cultivators in this sect know that it was me who did it?

Geng Daojing was a little surprised to see that Fang Yi was not ambushed by him, but he was not panicked.

"Fang Yi, let me show you what a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building is."

Fang Yi felt a huge spiritual consciousness locking onto him.

Then, Geng Daojing raised a verdant medicine furnace. The furnace slowly turned, casting a spiritual light that protected him.

"He had been building his foundation for many years, and although his cry was ferocious, he first summoned a defensive magic weapon."

"So we still need to try it out a bit."

Fang Yi was also speechless. It was difficult to kill someone who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

What's more, he was facing a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

If this cultivator had not been injured and his cultivation had not been greatly reduced, Fang Yi would have turned around and left now that he had obtained the evidence in the photo stone.

Its magical power surged and the banner of withering and flourishing in the ruins world was raised.

A steady stream of magic power poured into it, and ancient runes appeared on the banner. The runes moved and collided, and green light was overflowing.

Finally, it dropped strands of spiritual light to protect Fang Yi's body.

Then he tapped the storage bag.

A sky-blue spiritual light emerged from the bag and transformed into a wind-feathered eagle puppet.

This wind-feathered eagle puppet has sky-blue feathers, broad and powerful wings, slender feathers, and an eagle beak made of high-quality spiritual gold, as sharp as a knife, flashing with cold light.

The wind-feathered eagle has an upright and elegant posture.

Even without any movement, there was still a strong wind-attributed spiritual power wrapped around the wings.

"A quasi-second-level puppet?
Hey, Junior Brother Fang, how could I dare to attack you without knowing that you are a puppeteer?

Geng Daojing slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a blue gull emerged.

The sky is filled with mist.

The aura of a quasi-second-level monster emanated from his entire body as he pounced towards the Wind-Winged Eagle.

"Quasi-second-level monster? Without a second-level monster pet, with a 20% chance of killing it."
Let's try it again.'

"Wow!"

A defiant eagle cry was heard.

A scroll of spiritual light appeared in Fang Yi's hand.

A blue-black gem was silently hit into the Wind Feather Eagle.

As soon as the pearl entered the Wind Feather Eagle, it turned into a black gale and merged into its feathers.

"Wow!!"

The wind-feathered eagle let out a high-pitched cry.

The wings are broad and powerful, the feathers are slender, and the whole body is coated with a black sheen.

Then five slender, dark green feathers appeared on its wings.

He obtained the help of the black罡风, a rare treasure in the world, and the natal feathers of a second-level demon bird.

This Wind-Winged Eagle, with its body surrounded by howling winds, has also entered the second-level puppet combat power.

Fang Yi's mind moved slightly.

The Wind-Winged Eagle flapped its broad wings, and hundreds of green wind blades quickly formed, slashing towards the water gulls in the sky.

"Huh?! A second-level puppet?"

Geng Daojing's face darkened slightly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"A secret method activates the puppet, giving it a second-level combat capability? That makes sense."

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and wisps of spiritual smoke rose from the top-grade magic tool, the Hundred Herbs Furnace, above his head.

The spiritual smoke curled up and flowed into Tianshuiou's mouth.

Rumble.

The azure clouds rolled, and the Sky Water Owl was surrounded by water rings, stopping the Wind Feather Eagle.

"Fang boy, my Tianshuiou has the bloodline of a top-grade demon beast.

Now that I have the blessing of this Ruyiyan, it is no weaker than an ordinary second-level monster. How long can your second-level puppet last?"

Geng Daojing pinched the magic formula in his hand and continued to summon the azure flying sword, continuing to attack Fang Yi.

"disease!"

Fang Yi lightly tapped his fingertips, and the essence of the plants and trees on the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world gathered together.

Thorns snaked out one after another, crisscrossing each other and forming a large net filled with green light, which grabbed the azure flying sword.

Feeling the constantly burning blood of Tianshuiou.

'Burning the essence and blood of the demon pet, there should be no other second-level combat power.

This way, we have a 50% chance of killing him, and then we'll see if there's any desperate trump card.'

Fang Yi's mind moved: "Seven Rings, take action!"

A topaz-colored spiritual light emerged from the spirit pet bag and transformed into a small silver-white beast.

"Hmph!"

Qijie mobilized his demonic power and spit out a small and exquisite magic gourd.

But it is his natal magic weapon, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd.

The yellow spiritual sand gushed out of the gourd, the wind was howling, and the spiritual sand was flying.

One after another, ancient and heavy runes jumped out from the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd.

Runes danced and moved in the yellow sand, shining with spiritual light and connecting with each other.

A hazy scene emerged, and a small space of formation took shape.

In the topaz-colored light column, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd floats up and down, constantly absorbing and exhaling magical power.

"A second-level demon pet? A quasi-second-level formation?!"

Geng Daojing had already noticed something was wrong, but when he saw the image of the spiritual light flowing in Fang Yi's hand, his expression froze.

If there was no photo stone, he would just leave.

Fang Yi was not injured and it was during the Jiazi Beast Tide period, so he still had a chance to argue.

But with this photo stone, Geng Daojing knew that he only had one way left.

That is, Fang Yi must be killed here, otherwise he will have to betray the sect.

That was the plan.

But although Fang Yi is not good at fighting, his natal magic weapon is ordinary.

However, the combat power it displayed when joining forces with the second-level spirit pet was already making Geng Daojing feel difficult.

"Hmph. This is the only way. Although it costs a little, three top-grade magic tools can make up for it."

Geng Daojing took out a jade bottle, tilted it, and poured out a scarlet pill.
(End of this chapter)