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

Chapter 283: Mantis Catches Cicada, Waiting

"call!"

Watching Huo Weitao leave, Xiao He exhaled a breath of foul air from her cherry-like mouth.

He then probed his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip.

After a moment, he crushed a sound-transmitting jade talisman in his arms.

She looked at the quiet room calmly, and then skillfully added three pieces of cassia incense to the Suan Ni beast head incense burner in her hand.

This is already three times the amount of the past, enough to ensure that Wei Shisan will not be able to leave the quiet room for the next few days.

"Tear it!"

Xiao He's hands surged with magical power, and with a tear of her hands, she tore her gauze dress into several holes.

Her skin as white as mutton-fat jade and her graceful figure were faintly visible through the torn gauze clothes.

She has a slender figure.

Holding the incense burner with the Suanni beast, she walked towards the quiet room with graceful lotus steps.

"Mr. Thirteen, you asked for this."

In a quiet room.

"Xiaohe?"

Wei Shisan was naked and was a little surprised at the way his maid was dressed.

He laughed heartily, with an obscene light in his eyes, and reached out to take the pink-dressed maid into his arms.

Caressing the fair and tender skin, I took a deep breath of the spiritual fragrance and felt the stirring in my lower abdomen.

"Your incense-making skills have become even better."

Seven days later.

Jade Valley.

"Tread, step, step"

Three majestic green-scaled horses were dragging a jade box covered with spiritual patterns and carved with spiritual jade.

Dozens of monks dressed in brocade robes were talking and laughing.

A sturdy young monk, riding a green-scaled horse, spoke to the monk next to him.

"Brother Mingyuan, what spiritual object did Patriarch Mingheng ask us to escort?

It can't even be put into a storage bag, and I need my eldest brother to personally put it into a large sealing treasure box."

The sturdy young monk had curiosity in his eyes.

"Brother Mingyuan, as the newest foundation-building seed in our clan, you must know the reason, right?"

Mingyuan saw his younger brother's puzzled expression, and then looked at the other clansmen who pricked up their ears.

He shook his head slightly and began to explain.

"Do you know about Master Fang Yi from the Fengling Immortal City Examination Pavilion?"

"Master Fang Yi?
But is there the foundation-building ancestor who is the number one spiritual doctor in Fengling Fairy City?

Could this large sealed treasure spirit box be what he wants?"

Ming Yuan nodded slightly, thinking about the instructions of the clan's ancestor, he pondered for a moment, and continued speaking.

“Master Fang Yi reached an agreement with the clan’s ancestors.

This large treasure-sealing spirit box seals the Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree that the clan has cultivated for a long time.

Master Fang Yi paid a huge price to use this Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree to refine spiritual medicine.

This spiritual tree is precious, so the clan ancestor took out this great treasure-sealing spiritual box, sealed the spiritual tree, and sent it to Fengling Fairy City."

"Brother, can't we use a storage bag to carry this spiritual tree?"

A cultivator with a childish face, wearing a green bamboo crown and a black brocade robe with plum patterns, spoke in an inexplicable tone.

Ming Yuan looked at his somewhat unfamiliar cousin and thought about the instructions given by ancestor Ming Heng when he left Sanling Valley.

He explained carefully.

“Brother Mingmu, there is a secret in our clan called ‘The Story of the Little Wood Lark’ that records this.

This Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree is the most delicate.

It needs nourishment from the spiritual earth of fire and nourishment from the earth's energy to maintain vitality.

The clan has only cultivated three in over a hundred years.

If Master Fang Yi was not a top-notch spiritual doctor and the ancestor was not interested in making friends with him, he would not have sold a single one of these Five Flame Cherry Spirit Trees.

Although the Great Sealing Treasure Box is a mid-grade magic tool, it can absorb earth energy and store fire spirit to nourish the spirit tree.

But because of this, it cannot be put into the storage bag.

The value of this living Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree is vastly different from that of a dead one!"

Mingmu smiled with relief.

"Brother Mingyuan is indeed worthy of being the foundation-building seed of the clan. He is truly knowledgeable.

Few people in the clan know about "The Little Wood Lark's Story."

"Mingmu, you're too kind."

Ming Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he raised a gray magic weapon and chopped it towards a rock pillar not far from the convoy.

"Who! Come out!"

"clang!"

A stone shield appeared and blocked the gray magic sword, making a sound of metal clashing.

Behind the rock pillar, Wei Jiu looked at the jade box covered with spiritual patterns dragged by the green-scaled horse.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!

Old Thirteen, you are so stupid. Now the credit has fallen into my hands.

Disciples of the clan, obey orders!

Kill all the monks in this valley, this treasure box is what the ancestor Jiuxiao needs.

The more you kill, the richer the rewards you will receive from the ancestor, including elixirs, magical medicines, magic tools, talismans, and everything else! ! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jiu took the lead in raising a magical weapon, the Mountain and River Fan.

At the same time, a silver-colored talisman was raised.

"Boom!"

A deep blue spiritual light rose up and radiated in all directions, connecting with several array magic tools that had been ambushed in the Jade Valley.

The water-attributed spiritual energy gathered, shimmering and transforming into a water mist formation that enveloped the valley.

"Damn it! Jie Xiu?

No, the first-level top-level formation, the Azure Sea Formation? Changle Valley Wei family cultivators came here for the Five Flame Cherry Spirit Tree! !

Ming Yuan's face changed drastically as he looked at the gradually growing power of the Blue Sea Magic Formation.

He crushed the jade pendant that carried sound around his waist.

He immediately activated the gray magic sword in his hand to block Wei Jiu's Mountain and River Fan.

"A cultivator from the Wei family of Changle Valley? Do you want to break off relations with the Ming family of Sanling Valley?"

Wei Jiu's magic power surged, and several wind blades shot out from the Mountain and River Fan magic weapon.

"My fellow Daoists from the Ming family, I dare to take action because I am certain that you will all die.

"Everyone is dead? How could the ancestors of the clan know?"

"Were you also the ones who intercepted the Yuanhun Grass last time?
Good! Good! Good! You beasts, pay for my father's life! !"

Ming Yuan's face was ferocious, and he desperately mobilized his magic power. With a flash of gray light, he slashed at Wei Jiu with his magic sword.

"A top-level first-class Azure Sea Transformation Talisman. This young man from the Wei family is willing to give it away."

In a corner of Yuling Valley, Yu Xing's figure loomed.

There was a gleam in his eyes as he looked through the formation at the battle between the Ming and Wei cultivators.

Not far behind Yu Xing.

Qijie used the earth escape technique and hid dozens of feet underground with Fang Yi.

The "Scripture of Life and Death" is running at full power, and Fang Yi is trying his best to investigate the backgrounds of the Ming family, the Wei family, and Yu Xing in Sanling Valley.

After a while, a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"This is really interesting. Casting a net to catch fish, this time the harvest is really beyond my expectations."

"kill!!"

"The young ones of the Ming family, go to hell, don't block my path to wealth!!"

"You beast from the Wei family, pay for my father's life!"

“Boom.

clang! Clang!

Ding! !

In the Qingyu Valley, spiritual tides surged and five-colored spiritual lights collided endlessly.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds,

Bells, tripods, towers, and buildings,

Various magical instruments were used by the monks of the two tribes, constantly colliding and clashing with each other, giving rise to various spiritual tides.

Yu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and then the Xuanxin Glass Lamp appeared in his hand.

The magic gestures in his hands changed and his magic power surged and spewed out.

After a while, an invisible dry air slowly seeped into the blue sea formation from the flickering flames on the glass lamp.

'The secret method of the way of fire: the method of attracting the heart with dry spirits.

This secret method cannot be discovered by ordinary foundation-building cultivators.

It is your honor to die under this secret method.
The main ingredient of Wuying Quhan Cream is for me alone.'

Yu Xing smiled coldly.

He immediately absorbed and released his magic power, continuously activating secret techniques to interfere with the monks in the Blue Sea Formation.

"kill!"

The monks of Ming and Wei families, with the help of Yu Xing's fire secret method, were not afraid of death.

At this point, he was completely blood-thirsty.

The battlefield was littered with corpses of members of the two families.

The blood dyed the Qingyu Valley red, and the strong smell of blood lingered for a long time.

"Damn it!! How dare the Wei family cultivator be so fearless and unafraid of death?!"

Mingyuan looked unhappy and confused.

His cultivation has reached the ninth level of Qi training, and he is the new foundation-building seed of the Ming family.

He has a deep foundation and rich background, and is not deceived by the evil secret method.

But now this tragic result is far beyond his expectations.

As a cultivator at the third level of foundation building, Yu Xing's spiritual awareness and magical power far surpassed those of the younger generations of the Wei and Ming families who were fighting.

And in order to maximize the anger of the two monks.

With the help of the Xuanxin Glazed Lamp, he greatly increased the power of the evil heart secret technique.

The scope of influence also expanded greatly, covering the entire blue sea magic circle.

Among the cultivators currently fighting in the Qingyu Valley, only a few can remain fresh.

The Qingxin jade pendant on Wei Jiu's waist flashed with light, and he quickly woke up.

"How can it be?!!"

Looking at the few remaining fellow monks, his heart was bleeding.

He came here with his elite men, intending to occupy and kill the monks of the Ming family.

But although he had a clear advantage in combat power, he never expected this would be the outcome.

Of the more than thirty clansmen and subordinates, only seven or eight are left, and they are all injured and pale.

"How can I explain this to the ancestors of my clan?"

"clang!!"

After activating the yellow-brown stone shield to block a gray magic sword.

His eyes turned fierce, and a deep blue talisman appeared in his hand.

The talisman was wrapped in the power of water spirits, and spiritual light flowed, driven by Wei Jiu's magic power.

The talisman shone brightly, the spiritual power of water gathered and surged, and runes emerged one after another.

"Groan!!"

A water dragon, with its fangs and claws bared, pounced towards the remaining cultivators of the Wei family.

“What a pity, the Wei family of Changle Valley only has these few small fish.

Wei San, who was expected to have a mid-level Taoist foundation, did not show up.

You, the cultivators of the Wei family, can't unite a little. You have wasted so much of my efforts."

A faint sigh sounded in Lingyu Valley.

The overwhelming pressure of the foundation-building technique pressed down on the cultivators of the Wei family.

"Pfft!"

The huge jade hand fell down, and the Wei family cultivators were easily crushed to death one by one.

A cultivator with a childish face, wearing a green bamboo crown and a black brocade robe with plum patterns, spoke in an inexplicable tone.

"You are??"

Ming Yuan looked at his somewhat unfamiliar cousin and thought about what Patriarch Ming Heng had told him when they left Sanling Valley.

He did not feel the joy of victory as he saw that there were only a few monks left around him.

Mingyuan suddenly realized and laughed bitterly.

“You are not a Mingmu clan member at all.

Ancestor Mingheng, why did you take action only now?

Seeing that his goal had been basically achieved and the expected monk had not arrived, Master Mingheng naturally would not hold back.

"The clan's affairs have their own arrangements. Besides, there is a fellow Taoist who has been observing for a long time.
Fellow Daoist, why don't you show up yet?"

I saw a yellow-brown aura entwined,
Ming Heng raised a dark hammer magic weapon and smashed it towards a corner of the Qingyu Valley.

"Boom!"

"Oh! Mingheng, you are willing to sacrifice your clan's disciples.

When I activated the secret technique, you discovered my whereabouts, right? "

A fire lotus lifted Yu Xing up, and the Xuanxin glass cup was offered.

The spiritual flame jumped and turned into a huge red hand, blocking the black magic hammer.

Underground in Qingyu Valley.

Fang Yi seemed to be thinking about something.

"Sure enough, the old ghost of the Ming family has other plans. But Yu Xing is not someone you can easily deal with."

(End of this chapter)