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

Chapter 333: Poisonous Fragrance, Ambush and Killing
Looking at the disciples with straight backs and full of vigor, Fang Yi waved his hand slightly.

"The old ghost Ming Xiang is a master of foundation building, with a lifespan of four generations.

Qin Yu, if you have not yet established your Dao foundation, then do not mention this matter and practice well.
"After all, I am a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and I can shield you from some storms. This verbal skill is completely useless."

"Yes!"

Qin Yu bowed deeply and spoke earnestly.

"Disciple, I will take my leave first.

Master, rest assured, I will definitely make the old ghost Mingxiang pay the price."

After a stick of incense.

Qin Yu returned to the cave with an excited look on his face.

He was practicing the "Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra" with all his strength.

He spurted out a breath of his own vital energy and painstakingly refined the Great Life Pearl, determined to build a mid-level Taoist foundation and give Ming Xiang a retribution.

Beside the black stone platform, bamboo shadows swayed. Fang Yi shook his head slightly, looking helpless.

"Junior Brother Xu, you are also a Foundation Establishment Master, why are you hiding so much? Listen to my conversation with Yu'er.
There are restrictions set by Xiao Qi in this Qingzhi Tower, you can’t hide it from me.”

"Haha, Brother Fang, I never thought of hiding anything from you.
I just saw you teaching your disciples and didn't want to disturb you."

Xu Qingshe, surrounded by red mist, wearing a red flame robe and playing with a black jade ruler, walked out from a corner of the shadow.

He made a teasing expression and joked.

"Brother Fang taught me to wait patiently for the right time, and that verbal attacks are of no use.
So, senior brother planned to take direct action against Ming Xiang?
Brother, you said you were not sure, but are you not sure that you can kill Ming Xiang in Qingzhi Tower?

Poor nephew Qin, he doesn't even know what my senior brother meant."

Xu Qingshe and Fang Yi have known each other for sixty years. They met when they were still in humble circumstances. Xu Qingshe knows Fang Yi's longevity-cultivating nature like an old Xuanwu best.

He always planned before doing anything, and everything was going smoothly for sixty years. Now that he had suffered a rare loss, he naturally wanted to make some fun of it.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly when he saw this. What Xu Qingshe said was right.

The so-called uncertainty means that there is no certainty of killing the enemy with words, so it is useless. Naturally, one must be prepared to ambush and kill.

He did not refute, but pointed at Qin Yu's cave and spoke.

"This disciple of mine has been my disciple for a short time, and he is in charge of many important affairs of Qingzhi Tower with his Qi training.

The disciples in the building and the major foundation-building families, either for my sake or for the sake of the spiritual medicine, flattered him.

Yu'er has a good character, and I often encourage her, but she is still impetuous after all."

"So, Senior Brother, you're using that old Ming Xiang to help smooth out his impetuous spirit?
Senior Brother is willing to do so, but if Junior Brother Qin chooses to return to Xuanyang Mountain, then..."

Xu Qingshe showed admiration on her face and immediately asked.

"That person is also my disciple Fang Yi, but..."

"However, you won't need to expect to receive any other help from Senior Brother from now on."

Xu Qingshe nodded slightly.

His spiritual roots were extremely poor, so he naturally knew how much it would cost to cultivate a cultivator with average spiritual roots to build his foundation.

Seeing this, Fang Yi said no more. Now that Qingzhi Tower was gradually getting back on track and with contributions from the Lu, Yuan and Xu families, he had quite a lot of money on hand.

However, cultivating a foundation-building seed requires a lot of spirit stones and spiritual objects.

He wanted to carefully observe the disciple's character, aptitude, and mind.
As a veteran magic cultivator, Fang Yi doesn't want to cultivate a competitor at all.

He took out a set of exquisite tea sets carved from spiritual jade, rubbed them with his fingertips, and a cluster of true fire emerged, and he began to brew spiritual tea.

After a while, the aroma of tea rose.

Fang Yi handed over a cup of spiritual tea.

"Junior Brother Xu, please try my Green Bird Spirit Tea. This was given to me by Senior Brother Yan from the sect. It is a rare second-grade spiritual tea.

By the way, let me see how confident I am in achieving a mid-level Dao foundation."

“Mid-level Dao foundation?
No wonder Senior Brother Fang values ​​you, his eldest disciple, so much, as he is training Junior Brother Qin Yu so hard.

Xu Qingshe took a sip of the spiritual tea. The fragrance of the tea filled the air, making her mouth water. A cool feeling slowly nourished her soul.

Recalling Qin Yu's breath and magic power in the past.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"To forge a mid-level foundation of Taoism, one needs to perfect two of the three treasures: Essence, Energy, and Spirit.

Junior-Junior Brother Qin Yu’s martial arts skills are of a fairly high grade, and there is no problem with his perfect Qi.

However, between the two paths of essence and spirit, which one do you want him to focus on, senior brother?

Junior-Junior Brother Qin Yu is studying the art of spiritual medicine. If he practices the way of the gods, he should be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Xu Qingshe's expression suddenly froze, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

"'Yuan Chen Spiritual Technique'? Senior Brother wants Qin Yu to practice this secret soul technique?

However, if Yuanchen's spiritual technique is to be fully developed, it will probably require a second-level elixir that nourishes the soul.

"Brother, are you interested in the Soul-Nourishing Tree?"

Seeing Xu Qingshe's nervous face, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

"That soul-nourishing wood will be of great use to Junior Brother Xu. I have prepared some other spiritual materials. I'll trouble you to open the furnace and make a move later.

The most important thing now is to ambush and kill Ming Xiang.
The old ghost Mingxiang was injured by a second-grade, top-grade black-armored soul-eating spider and was poisoned by the spider.

Right now, his combat power is only about 70% to 80% left. If you miss this opportunity, you and I will have no choice but to wait for him to die."

"It's just a furnace of elixirs, it's a simple matter. But it's just a matter of ambushing and killing the prime minister."

Xu Qingshe frowned slightly.

Thinking back to the last time he fought with Ming Xiang, he was deeply impressed by the Small Zhoutian Plate, a top-grade magic weapon that evolved into stars.

"Seventy percent.

To be honest with you, although I have broken through to the middle stage of foundation building, if I fight against Ming Xiang, I only have a 70% chance of defeating him.

If we leave him alive, there is not even a 30% chance of survival."

"30%?"

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and made an estimate of Xu Qingshe's combat power after the breakthrough.

"If Ming Xiang's combat power drops to 50% of its peak, how confident are you?"

"Then there's a 60% chance."

"So, if Xiao Qi sets up the formation..."

Beside the stone platform, white clouds and mist rolled up, covering up the voices of the two monks' planning.

The silver moon sets in the west and the bright sun rises.

After several hours, Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe looked satisfied and left the stone pavilion together.

Time flies by.

In Fengling Fairy City, a beam of light flew up and rushed towards Sanling Valley.

In the escaping light, Ming Xiang sneered, feeling the little Black Armor Soul-Eating Spider poison left in his body.

"So what if I'm the best doctor in Fengling Immortal City? So what if I'm a disciple of Xuanyang Inner Sect?
There is more than just one top sect in the Dayun cultivation world.

After all, I didn't control you. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too close to the Jiuqu Zhenren lineage.

Oh, the day my poison is completely removed, will be the day when you, Qingzhilou, will pay the price."

Thinking about the benefits promised by Meng Yuanhai and the big man behind him.

Even though Ming Xiang was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building and was in charge of a clan, he was still extremely excited.

In a stone forest, dust is flying and there are rugged rocks.

Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe restrained their energy and looked at the approaching escaping light. They exchanged a glance.

"Do it!"

"call out!"

Fang Yi activated the "Life and Death Sutra", and the magical power of growth and decay surged throughout his body.

The Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword appeared in his hand.

The dark blue blade light appeared and disappeared, carrying unparalleled sharpness as it slashed towards the escaping light.

At the same time, one leg and one ear were missing, and the emerald green Five Poison Cauldron turned into the size of a palm and rotated slowly in his hand.

"Poison Secrets: Five Insect Poison Techniques"

The ancient bronze tripod furnace was tilted, and colorful poisonous gas was entangled in it.

Gold swallowing toad, red fire snake, red flame golden centipede.
One after another, spiritual insects leaped out of the Five Poison Cauldron and turned into a rolling tide of insects.

"squeak"

The insects crawled and turned into huge waves, hitting Ming Xiang.

"who!"

Feeling the crisis of life and death in the escaping light, Mingxiang's expression suddenly changed.

His expression changed, and he slapped his storage bag, and a dark light shot out.

The spiritual light dissipated and turned into a beast-head shield magic weapon.

A black spiritual light rose from the magic weapon and turned into a light film, protecting it firmly.

"clang!"

The harsh sound of metal clashing echoed in the air.

Looking at the knife mark appearing on the dark shield, a poisonous tide of five-colored smoke and haze rushed over.

Mingxiang's face changed and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Is it you?

You killed my Sanling Valley Foundation Establishment Master, and yet you dare to show up in front of me?
It seems the lesson I taught you last time wasn't enough, so this time, leave your life to me."

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi's mind moved, and he used the earth escape technique to communicate with the silver-white little beast lurking underground.

"Boom!"

A magical artifact with a map of mountains and rivers appeared, and the peaks and hills were towering and green, turning into a formation map, wrapping up the three people.

"Hmph!"

Demonic power surged around Qijie.

The small and exquisite magical weapon, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, was raised up, and the spiritual light flowed, connecting with the demonic power that was escaping from the ground.

The magic gourd swallowed up and exhaled evil spirits, and yellow spiritual sand flowed out.

The wind was howling, the spiritual sand was flying, and countless large and small stones were flying.

The ancient and heavy runes leaped out of the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, danced and wandered in the yellow sand, shining with spiritual light and connecting with each other.

The shadows of mountains appeared on the map of mountains and rivers.

"Boom!"

Nine huge rock pillars shot up into the sky, demonic power condensed on the rock pillars, and topaz spiritual light flowed.

The sand and stones changed, the earth spirits gathered, a hazy scene emerged, the formation space took shape, and the space was sealed.

"Hmph! Hmph!"

The silver-white little beast was breathing heavily, operating its own magical weapon, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, absorbing and exhaling demonic power.

"Second-level mid-grade formation?!"

Ming Xiang had just gotten rid of the swarm of insects when his expression suddenly changed.

"boom!!"

The Heaven and Earth Furnace smashed down with terrifying power.

"Top-grade magical weapon!?

Okay, okay, it seems that this time you are plotting to take my life.

So, let me see what you are capable of!"

Ming Xiang's hair and beard were standing on end, and starlight was swirling around his body.

He immediately slapped his storage bag and took out the top-grade magic weapon, the Small Zhoutian Plate.

"Om!!"

The small Zhoutian plate rotates slowly.

Strands of silver starlight gathered together and turned into a large silver net.

A large silver net blocked the furnace of heaven and earth for half a breath.

There was a flash of light under his feet, and his figure appeared more than ten feet away, avoiding the dark blue sword light that was attacking again.

"A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building!"

Ming Xiang's brows furrowed even more tightly.

He knew best what kind of combat power a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building possessed with a top-grade magic weapon could offer.

"disease!"

The magic power in his hands surged and he cast out spells one after another.

On the small Zhoutian plate, there are ancient marks hanging and cold stars rising.

The cold stars turned into silver rune imprints, which kept flowing.

Strands of spiritual light descended from the Small Zhoutian Plate, connecting the many runes one by one, and a silver curtain of light emerged.

"Groan!!"

The shadow of a monster that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, and like a snake but not a snake, howled towards the sky and wound its way out from the small Zhoutian disk.

The golden eyes opened, filled with cold murderous intent.

"Yan!"

With a long cry, the spiritual tide surged and gathered into silver spiritual clouds, lifting it up.

Kill Fang Yi and Xu Qingshe.

(End of this chapter)