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

Chapter 268: Small World Opens, Withered Flourishing Banner Advances
Xia Zhengbai sighed.

"One of my senior brothers was injured by a green-faced ice-eyed python while guarding a spiritual vein.

Now he is recuperating in a fire vein.

To be honest with Fellow Daoist Fang, after visiting you, I still need to look for Fellow Daoists Situ Chong, Meng Yuanhai, and She Yuanding.

I don’t know if you are willing to help.”

'Is this a test, or is it really true?'

Fang Yi was a little hesitant in his heart, considering that Xia Zhengbai was the biological son of True Man Jiuqu.

Even if his senior brother was injured, he would not need to condescend to invite the spiritual doctor in person.

'This Xia Zhengbai is too attentive. Something is wrong.
Maybe

A gleam of light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and a bold guess emerged in his mind.

"If that's the case, I have to go even if I don't want to. It's not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator can refuse."

Fang Yi sighed in his heart. If he couldn't form the golden elixir, he would still be a pawn in the Dayun Kingdom.

He smiled slightly, his tone gentle, and spoke with a strong supporter.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xia, for your consideration this time.

Since you, Daoist friend, have invited me, and since it involves the friendship between our two families, and Grandmaster Xu has also given instructions, I will naturally take action."

"But Huang Guangsheng, Master Huang?"

Xia Zhengbai's expression changed slightly. The weight of a Jindan Zhenren should not be underestimated even though he is the young master of Fengling Fairy City.

He just saw Fang Yi smiling without saying anything, and his heart moved, and his tone became much more serious.

“Just half a year later.

After half a year, Brother will be able to suppress the cold poison and walk out of the fire vein.

When the time comes, I will have to trouble Fellow Daoist Fang to diagnose and treat him and remove the cold poison.

I have something important to attend to today, so I won't bother you anymore, Fellow Daoist Fang. I'll be leaving first."

"I'll give Daoist Xia a ride."

Outside Zizhuxuan.

Seeing Xia Zhengbai leave, Fang Yi's face was solemn. "It really looks like a storm is coming. We need to speed up our pace."

Not long after leaving Zizhuxuan.

Xia Zhengbai suddenly spoke to the burly monk who was half a step behind him.

“Brother Xiang Shu, you mentioned Fellow Daoist Fang, and what Master Huang said just now is what he took notice of.

Is it true or false? "

Master Xiang Shu scratched his scalp in a simple manner, and spoke in a muffled voice with some uncertainty.

“I don’t know about this either.

However, that old man Xiao Changce is the oldest living disciple of Master Huang Guangsheng.

And Qingfeng from the Examination Pavilion is also a disciple of Master Huang. If he is the spiritual doctor, it is not impossible that Master Huang has given instructions."

"I see, Senior Brother Xiang Shu, I understand."

Xia Zhengbai pinched his eyebrows with his index finger, then closed the Mountain and River Fan magic weapon in his hand, feeling a little emotional.

"So, the other fellow Daoist's attitude will have to change.

A real person who has reached the Jindan stage.

Only Jindan Zhenren are the true chess players in this grand situation; the rest are just chess pieces."

Xia Zhengbai's words were filled with longing. "I don't know when I will be able to condense the golden elixir."

Three months later.

Baimuyuan Underground Grottoes.

Qijie activated the Wu Earth Gourd, spewing out golden spiritual sand and setting up a grayish-yellow magic circle.

Completely cover the cave.

The spiritual veins were flowing in the cave, and above it there was a green auspicious cloud, where Fang Yi was sitting cross-legged.

"This is the time to advance my natal magic weapon."

The banner of withered and flourishing in the ruins world in front of Fang Yi moved without wind, and the blue and gray spiritual light flowed continuously.

Ancient runes are moving on the banner.

The runes sometimes connect with each other, turning into ancient cypress trees that evolve through the four seasons.

Sometimes the yin energy is deep, turning into a strange and gloomy withered demon god stepping on a black lotus.
Feeling the restrictions constantly evolving in the spirit banner, whenever it was about to evolve into the tenth magic restriction, it would collapse.

Fang Yi knew that the spiritual material used to refine the Ruin Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner was of low quality.

Even if he tried his best to refine it, it was still a little short of the right level.

There are two solutions.

The first is to refine spiritual materials of higher grade again.

For example, using two pieces of second-grade top-grade wood-attribute spiritual materials.

With one withering and one flourishing, the secret wood refining method in the "Scripture of Life and Death Withering and Flourishing" is used again.

The second is to spend years and use magic power to continuously nourish, refine and improve the quality of the spiritual materials of the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner.

Fang Yi glanced over and saw a sinister human puppet soaking in a pool of ghosts and bones in a corner of the dry ground.

“What a pity, Junior Brother Xu wanted to refine the Yin Bone’s natal Dan Fire.

Otherwise, he could use the opportunity of the Examination Hall to lure the tiger away from the mountain and mobilize several foundation-building masters of the Ming family to leave their clan's land, the Three Spirits Valley.

By combining the two, it will not be difficult to obtain the soul-nourishing tree and the soul-withering vine.

With this second-grade, high-quality spiritual material of withered nature in hand, the essence of my life-defining magical instrument will be further enhanced."

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yi adjusted his breath to the best.

Then he spit out the spiritual source pearl from his mouth.

The precious orb was spinning quietly in the air, overflowing with spiritual energy and emitting white light.

"call!"

Fang Yi's body was filled with magical power, and the "Book of Life and Death" was running at its limit.

"First, the spatial spiritual material."

With a wave of his hand, the Yinhun Bone Pool, a medium-grade magic weapon that was refined with the bones of the monks of the two tribes in Jiuhan Mountain in the early years, fell into his hand.

"rise!"

Fang Yi let out a light sigh, and his bony hands began to glow with a green light.

Life and death, withering and flourishing, vitality, the dark and withering
One after another ancient seals were unleashed by him.

"Crash!"

Dozens of dim yellow chains emerged from the banner of the Ruins Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner, slowly pulling the pool of ghosts and bones into the treasure banner.

hum!
Magical weapons have spirits, let alone such a ferocious magical weapon as the Ghost and Bone Pool.

As if sensing a threat of destruction, the pale soul pool trembled, and yin energy, ghostly aura, and resentment surged endlessly. The shadowy figure of a skeletal demon god loomed, as if resisting the dim chains extending from the Ruin Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner.

"A fine magic weapon is not worth many, how can I let you ruin my plan?"

Fang Yi waved his hand.

Locking Qi, beheading souls, refining treasures. Runes emerged one after another, turned into seals, and appeared on the pool of ghosts and bones.

"Crash!"

With this help, the dim yellow chain suddenly tightened, instantly pulling the bone pool into the banner.

"open!"

A brilliant light came into Fang Yi's hand and fell into the pool of bones.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The restrictions on the pool of ghosts and bones quickly collapsed, and a strong yin energy overflowed.

But a pool of blood, flesh and mud emerged from the banner, and with a swallowing motion, it absorbed the escaping yin and ghost energy.

An emerald spiritual flame rose from the Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner.

Fang Yi stared intently at the bone pool being refined bit by bit, and the spatial spiritual material mustard stone was tempered out of it.

"Zzizi.zizi."

Under the burning spiritual flame transformed from Ku Rong's magic power.

Pale smoke rose, and the ghosts and bones kept shrinking.

One foot.
九尺
One foot.
Eventually it turned into a fist-sized silver mustard stone.

Fang Yi's face was solemn, knowing that success or failure depended on this moment.

"Gulu.Gulu"

The silver mustard stone slowly melted in the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner, and the space within the banner was constantly blown open like bubbles.

hum!
The nine magical prohibitions in the banner lit up one by one, and blue and gray spiritual lights fell down, transforming into the two energies of withering and flourishing.

In the bubble space, it transforms into a spirit fish.

The two spirit fish collided and chased each other, like a Tai Chi diagram of withering and flourishing, devouring and evolving each other.

The mustard stone was continuously refined, and the silver bubble space continued to expand.

Ten feet, twenty feet.
Thirty feet!
"That's enough. After all, my Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner is just a magical tool, not a magic treasure.

Thirty feet of space is enough. If it is larger, the stability of the space will be greatly reduced. This is not worth the loss."

As the magic spells in Fang Yi's hands changed, the melted spiritual liquid on the mustard stone no longer expanded around.

Instead, it turned into silver mist, blended into the space, and continuously increased the stability of the space.

"disease!"

Seeing that the space in the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner gradually stabilized, Fang Yi threw out the Lingyuan Orb in his hand.

Although this method of opening up a small space is rare, it is not uncommon.

The monk's storage bag is refined using this method, and what Fang Yi wants to open up is a small cave that can allow the monk to practice.

Therefore, this spiritual source pearl is of utmost importance.

"boom!"

The Lingyuan Pearl had been refined for a long time and had already been contaminated by Shangfang Yi's aura.

Once you enter the spirit banner, you will become one with the small space.

Rich spiritual energy gushed out, and a crack appeared on the orb.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The cracks stretched and became dense, like an ancient and heavy spiritual text.

The Spirit Source Orb completely exploded, and a second-level spirit vein merged into the small space.

A thin layer of soil grew on the spiritual vein and turned into the earth.

With the suppression of this spiritual vein, this small cave instantly became more than ten times more stable.

"Huh! So, only one step left."

Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the most difficult hurdle was over.

Feeling the situation of the small cave in the banner, he activated his magic power, and two rays of light, one blue and one black, shot out from his sleeves.

The black spiritual light fell into the ground of the small cave, and a pool of blood and flesh appeared.

The spiritual light dissipated and turned into the remains of Yin Gu Zhenren.

One by one, dark runes appeared on the remains, connecting with the bloody mud pond and transforming into an inky spring.

A thick yin energy gurgled out from the spring.

The green spiritual light fell and transformed into the third-level spiritual plant, bitter cold plum.

The white jade-like roots of the bitter cold plum are wrapped in the three-colored soil rich in the spiritual energy of Wu Earth. They are rooted on the spiritual veins, continuously absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy to suppress the spiritual eyes.

The bitter cold plum and the remains of the Yin bones, although one is young and the other is damaged.

But the foundation is made up of third-order spiritual objects. With the help of these two objects, this small cave becomes much more stable.

The area also increased from thirty zhang to fifty zhang.

"Buzz!"

Seeing that the small cave was stable, Fang Yi's mind was in a trance, and he seemed to have some understanding.

But this kind of feeling is like a flower in the landscape or a moon in the water, fleeting and unreachable.

"here we go!"

When Fang Yi saw this, he knew that it was because his own realm was insufficient, so he did not force it.

He exhaled a breath of his own vital energy from his mouth, and the vital energy fell on the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world.

The spells in his hands turned into runes and were cast out, constantly refining the Ruins Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner floating in the air.

Life and death, flourishing and withering, vitality and decay. Lines of spiritual texts wander across the banner, connecting with each other and forming new restrictions.

"It's done!"

The blue-gray spiritual light of the spiritual flag was extremely bright, setting off a rolling spiritual tide, and the spiritual light shot up into the sky.

"Xiao Qi!" With Fang Yi's light sigh, Qijie used all his strength to activate the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd.

The grayish yellow sand flowed and turned into a brown light film, blocking the spiritual light rising into the sky and the surging spiritual tide.

With the evolution of ten magical prohibitions, the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner naturally advanced to a top-grade magical weapon.

But it’s much more than that.

In the small cave, a mist emerged and merged into the banner. Runes quickly evolved and turned into a new restriction.

"Eleven magical prohibitions!"

(End of this chapter)