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

Chapter 233 The treasure is obtained
“Is this what makes a puppeteer so scary?

Indeed, among all the arts of cultivating immortality, once you cultivate them to a profound level, none of them are easy to deal with."

Min Zhenzhen looked at Fang Yi hatefully, knowing that she could not achieve her goal today.

"My fellow Daoist is definitely not an unknown person. We have a grudge against each other.

Hey, there’s a lot of time ahead.”

She was quite confident that with her own beauty, as long as she was willing to call on one or two fellow disciples, it would not be difficult to surround and kill a puppeteer in the early stage of foundation building.

The magic formula in her hand changed, consuming her vital energy and burning her magic power, adding it to a second-level medium-grade wind escape talisman on her chest.

It transformed into a blue-green light and quickly escaped.

"Sure enough."

Fang Yi frowned slightly as he watched the blue light escape.

The biggest trouble for a person who has built a foundation is that he has not built his foundation for long and has not accumulated enough foundation.

After the old monk has established his foundation of Taoism and his cultivation and body have transformed, he will have a long life.

After decades or even hundreds of years of practice, they all have one or two hidden tricks or trump cards in their hands.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator is eager to escape. Not to mention cultivators of the same level, even if their cultivation level is a little higher, it is extremely difficult to capture and kill them.

Unfortunately, Fang Yi had already decided to kill. Seeing that Qijie was fine and could still fight with Xiao Teng, he moved his mind and sent a message to Qijie.

Then he used the magic spells in his hand to strike out as quickly as a butterfly flying through flowers.

Rich wind and water attribute aura emerges,
It turned into clouds and mist, completely enveloping the Wind Feather Eagle puppet.

The clouds and mist rolled around, and strands of golden light appeared faintly in them.

"Secret Technique of Puppetry: Shi Yun"

"Secret Technique of Puppetry: Gathering Wind"

Fang Yi swallowed a Xuanzhi Qi-replenishing pill.

Feel the gentle medicinal power gushing out from the elixir, then nourishing the whole body along the meridians.

He once again shot out a brilliant ray of light.

"Puppet Dao Combination Secret Technique: Golden Wind Swimming Technique!"

"call!"

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the golden wings fluttered.

The wind and gold spiritual powers transformed into azure-gold cloud patterns...

The cloud pattern spiritual light flows endlessly, continuously blessing the Fengling Eagle Puppet.

The two colors of spiritual light, sapphire and gold, are entangled, and the spiritual power of wind and gold converges.

"Groan!!!"

The Wind-Winged Eagle let out a long cry, and its aura began to rise continuously, and a sense of pressure surged in the air.

Fang Yi took a step forward and landed on the thick back of the Wind Feather Eagle.

"go with!"

The wind-winged eagle spread its wings and flew away, and the shadow of the golden-winged Roc appeared and disappeared.

The flight speed instantly increased by more than 50%.

The second-level puppetry secret technique consumed several medium-grade spirit stones. This escape technique was already comparable to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

In just a few dozen breaths, Fang Yi arrived first and approached Min Zhenzhen at a very fast speed.

One thousand zhang, eight hundred zhang, five hundred zhang, four hundred zhang.
After more than ten breaths, seeing that he was not far from the female cultivator, Fang Yi consumed his magical power and swung his sleeves. Hundreds of crescent-shaped leaf blades shot towards him.

"Oh no!" Seeing that Feng Lingying was about to surpass her, Min Zhenzhen's face turned grim.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a scarlet color appeared in the light of his escape.

Her face was pale, and the essence and blood had already damaged her foundation. But the effect was extremely obvious. With the help of the essence and blood, her escape speed was also increased by 30%.

Gradually, he distanced himself from the Wind Feather Eagle puppet behind him again.

"Blood escape technique?"

Looking at the familiar technique, Fang Yi was extremely decisive and forced out a mouthful of blood.

Strands of scarlet color emerged, and the golden-blue wings of the Wind-Winged Eagle were stained with blood, and its speed increased again.

Fang Yi was very clear about the pros and cons of this blood escape method.

This blood escape technique is very widespread and extremely practical. Apart from the consumption of essence and blood, it has almost no disadvantages.

If used for escape, in terms of speed alone, it is much better than the ordinary five elements escape method.

Looking at the Feng Lingying approaching again, Min Zhenzhen's face turned bitter.

But he did not dare to delay, and spurted out another mouthful of blood to activate the blood escape technique, making the escape light a few points faster.

At the same time, it is also a way of transmitting sound.

"Brother Daoist, even though I planned to plot against you first, this essence and blood is related to our foundation.

If you continue to lose energy like this, aren't you afraid that your foundation will be damaged and your future advancement will be hopeless?"

Fang Yi looked calm as he squeezed out another drop of blood, making Feng Lingying three times faster.

If it were an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, such a loss of essence and blood would naturally damage his foundation.

Therefore, when ordinary people who have established their foundation will encounter cultivators of the same level fleeing, they will usually give up unless they have a life-and-death feud.

After all, the foundation of essence and blood is related to the path to immortality. Even if there are grudges, they must be considered for the future.

But Fang Yi is different. Not only is he a second-level physical cultivator with abundant essence and blood, he has also practiced the "Life and Death Sutra" and has a long lifespan and a solid foundation.

This loss of essence and blood will not cause much trouble at all. It can be replenished by asking Gu Jiushang to cook some spiritual dishes later.

Even if this amount of essence and blood was tripled or five times, it would still be within Fang Yi's tolerance.

A quarter of an hour later.

Min Zhenzhen's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his blood escape speed increased a little, but he had not yet closed the distance.

She sensed the Wind Feather Eagle puppet, and a flash of scarlet light passed by, and it was quickly approaching her.

"Damn it! This lunatic!! This can't go on."

Min Zhenzhen felt a hint of despair in her heart.

What kind of hatred could it be that could make a promising second-level puppeteer consume his essence and blood, destroy his own foundation, and ignore the path to immortality, just to hunt him down like this.

Min Zhenzhen recalled several times, but she really didn't remember that in addition to this ambush, she had also offended the puppeteer.
Could it be because of this ambush?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could a foundation-building cultivator be so unwise as to disregard his foundation, waste his essence and blood, and fight to the death just because of a fight?

"Can't run away."

Feeling the little blood and essence left in her body, Min Zhenzhen's expression changed several times before she finally made up her mind.

His escaping light suddenly stopped and he raised the Jade Jue magic weapon.

The jade goblet tilted, and the spiritual water from the vast ocean gurgled, turning into a huge blue hand, grabbing towards Feng Lingying.

"If you want me to die, don't even think about having an easy life."

The restrictions in the Mandarin Duck Glazed Scissors were broken one by one, and Min Zhenzhen no longer cared about her own life-saving magical weapon.

Her life was about to be lost, so what else did she care about? Now she could only fight to the death and see if she could hold on until Xiao Teng arrived.

Min Zhenzhen felt a little regretful. If she had known this puppeteer was so crazy, she would not have run away.

If he were still in the stone forest, Xiao Teng would be able to rescue himself once he had his hands free.

At most, I could just stay with him for a few more days and do a few more poses. There was no way it would be such a life-or-death crisis.

Unfortunately, it's too late now.

Min Zhenzhen's magical power gushed out from her body and she roared angrily.

"Die, madman!"

The mandarin duck glass scissors shone brightly and cut towards Fang Yi with great power.

"Oh? Stopped."

Fang Yi activated his magic power, and the golden wings of the Wind Feather Eagle puppet under his feet spread out, avoiding the attack from the cultivator who was comparable to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Then the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand.

The spirit flag swayed, layers of green halos appeared, and the wood-attributed spiritual power gathered and turned into a giant green jade hand.

The large jade hand had distinct joints, and it clashed with the azure handprint formed by the vast sea spiritual spring for several times, but neither could do anything to the other.

"Good Fortune Banner? Are you the second-rank spiritual doctor from Fengling Fairy City?"

Min Zhenzhen seemed to see a glimmer of hope and spoke hurriedly.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, this is a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding. My Bishui Pavilion has been on good terms with Xuanyang Mountain for generations.

If I knew that you were a disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, I would definitely not have taken action."

A swift wind blade interrupted Min Zhenzhen's words.

Not to mention that the two factions were on good terms, Fang Yi had killed more than one of his fellow Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Wow!"

Fang Yi was suspended in the air, his mind moved slightly, and he controlled the Wind Feather Eagle to let out a long cry and continued to pounce on Min Zhenzhen.

As a foundation-building master of the Bishui Pavilion, Fang Yi would not dare to be careless even if he was almost at the end of his rope.

So as to avoid being seriously injured by his life-threatening method.

As for the Fengling Eagle Puppet?
Back then, Fang Yi was well versed in the art of puppetry, and it was easy to find talented people.

The most important reason is to stop the last fight of fellow monks.

Monks, especially those of the demonic sect, have always harmed others for their own benefit.

Even if we are at the end of the road, we will not leave any advantage to our opponents.

Therefore, methods of self-destructing magical tools, elixirs, and even corpses and souls are emerging one after another.

In order to avoid being dragged into the water, Fang Yi began to study the art of puppetry.

Seeing the wind-feathered eagle swooping down towards her, Min Zhenzhen felt bitter, knowing that she was doomed this time.

Then his face turned grim.

"Pharmacist Fang, since you won't let me live, don't even think about having an easy life."

She waved her hand and the spiritual water from the vast sea was recalled.

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and the ancient "water" rune was slowly condensed.

The 'Water' rune merges with the vast sea of ​​spiritual water.

The spiritual spring flowed endlessly, emitting a brilliant azure light, and eventually transformed into a water dragon, which, with its fangs bared and claws dancing, swallowed Min Zhenzhen in one gulp.

Fang Yi looked at the water dragon in front of him with a ferocious head and terrifying power, and he was certain in his heart.

Even if Min Zhenzhen spared no effort in transforming her spirit water into a human form, she could only reach the third level of foundation building strength.

This water-attributed spell is not known for its lethality among the five elements spells.

Fang Yi could have stopped this water dragon even if it was in the middle stage of foundation building, let alone the third stage.

Min Zhenzhen seemed to know that the water dragon could not do anything to Fang Yi, and she did not stop her actions.

The mandarin duck scissors, which were emitting a glazed light, completely exploded.

The incomplete magical ban was integrated into the sharp teeth and claws of the water dragon.

A faint voice reached Fang Yi's ears.

"Crazy Fang, I've exhausted my blood and vital energy, and now, after combining with the Vast Sea Spirit Spring, there's no way for me to survive.

Before you die, can you tell me why you are willing to waste your energy and blood to hunt me down like this?

Just for a fight in Shilin???"

In a split second, Min Zhenzhen exhausted her blood and energy, causing her life-saving magic weapon to explode.

A hint of admiration flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

'His magic power is pure, his fighting style is ruthless and decisive, and when he sees that things are impossible, he will fight to the death.

This fellow Daoist Min is indeed worthy of being a foundation-building cultivator from the Bishui Pavilion.'

But Fang Yi didn't say much. A flash of light appeared under his feet, and he distanced himself from the water dragon.

A gentleman would not stand under a wall, let alone him.

Then he waved his sleeves, and a bright light shot out, controlling the Wind-Winged Eagle to pounce on the water dragon.

"Wow!!"

"Groan!!"

The cries of eagles and the roars of dragons are endless.

The spiritual powers of wind and water collided endlessly, setting off blue and green spiritual power tides.

In the air, the Wind-Winged Eagle had an elegant figure and spread its wings, easily dodging the water dragon's glazed claw.

As the wings flapped, several wind blades shot out.

Min Zhenzhen's eyes were filled with anger. She never thought that her desperate fight would be against a puppet.

The water dragon opened its mouth and spurted out dozens of water balls in succession.

"Wow!"

The wind-feathered eagle let out a low cry and flapped its wings.

Under the control of Fang Yi, the top puppeteer, he easily shuttled through the water ball, occasionally giving the water dragon a claw.

The water dragon's eyes were cold, and its body was swimming in the air, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

A deep blue undercurrent formed in the air, trying to entangle and strangle the Wind-Winged Eagle first.

Unfortunately, Fang Yi had already seen through it.

The golden spiritual energy in the Wind-Winged Eagle's claws condensed, emitting a bronze glow.

puff
The eagle's claws grabbed the water dragon's vital point fiercely.

The bronze claws flashed with spiritual light and twisted the water dragon and the female cultivator inside it into a ball of blood mist.

Seeing the dust settle, Fang Yi raised the banner of the withered and flourishing world.

Wow

The dim yellow chains moved, pulling the remaining soul of the female cultivator into the banner.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly. With this remnant soul, he could use the soul-searching method to find out how he was exposed.

(End of this chapter)