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

Chapter 357: Unlucky Luck, Peeping

"Chang Sun Jie, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Why are you so wary?"

"It's you! Yan Youtai, what are you doing here?"

Chang Sun Jie's face froze, and he waved his hand to take the white tower magic weapon into his hand. With a slight increase in magic power, the red-striped one-horned python in the tower lost its life.

He sneered.

Look at Yan Youtai, who is wearing a square pure crown, a Yin-Yang Bagua robe, a green jade brocade belt around his waist, and Dengyun boots.

"Junior Brother Yan, we have nothing to do with each other, so if you have something to say, just speak frankly."

"Does Senior Brother Changsun know Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower?"

Yan Youtai waved his sleeves, and a dark blue Nine-wood Green Dragon Crutch with an ancient dragon circling on it appeared in his hand.

"Junior Brother Fang already knows the truth. I hope Senior Brother Changsun will give me some face and not bother with him."

"Yan Youtai, are you ruining my chance?
Good! Good! Good! Let me see how much cultivation you have to dare to act like this.

Don't think that just because Tianque Zhenren values ​​you, you can act without scruples!"

Changsun Jie's sharp gaze fell on Yan Youtai's long hair, which was half black and half withered.

Thinking about his meticulous practice of the secrets of heaven, he suddenly realized something. He stroked his mustache, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and spoke meaningfully.

"It seems that I underestimated Doctor Fang Yiling.

His medical skills are so advanced that they can be helpful to you, a short-lived ghost.
Oh, Junior Brother Yan, if I just want to be close to Fang Yi, so what?

It's a matter of mutual consent, and how could a cultivator who is proficient in spiritual medicine let it go so easily? "

"In this case, Yan has no choice but to teach you a lesson."

A cold voice echoed, and Yan Youtai's magic power flowed.

The twelve forbidden magic lights in the Nine-Wood Green Dragon Staff glowed brightly, transforming into the phantom of a majestic and elegant green dragon with long flowing beard.

"Roar!"

The green dragon let out a long roar, puffing out clouds and mist, and pounced towards Changsun Jie.

"How brave!"

Chang Sun Jie's face darkened. Yan Youtai was only in the middle stage of foundation building, yet he dared to attack him.

Gray spiritual light circulated around him, and the white tower magic weapon also emitted the pressure of a top-grade magic weapon, suppressing the Nine Wood Green Dragon Staff.

"boom!"

The sound of explosion was loud, the spiritual tide surged, ancient trees were broken, and the earth cracked.

Chang Sun Jie waved his sleeves to stop the aftermath of the collision.

"A great reputation is truly worthy of its reputation. Junior Brother Yan's reputation is indeed well-deserved. However, the spiritual doctor named Fang Yi is extremely important to you.

Hey, that’s interesting, really interesting.”

An hour later.

The blue and gray spiritual lights collided, and invisible energy swept across.

A corner of Jiuquan Mountain was collapsed, and the dense ancient trees had long disappeared. The monsters in the mountain were also killed by the aftermath of the battle between the cultivators.

Yan Youtai's face was solemn, and the square pure crown on his head exuded a pure aura that calmed his mind.

The robe rustled, emitting a protective aura. Behind him, the runes of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li on the Heavenly Trigrams Plate jumped one by one, constantly observing and calculating the flaws on Changsun Jie's body.

'found it! ’

There was a gleam of light in Yan Youtai's eyes, and then he lightly tapped his fingertips and released a stream of magic power.

"Yan!"

With a majestic long roar, the green dragon stretched out its claws while puffing out clouds and mist, and tried to capture Changsun Jie.

"boom!"

The magic power flowing through the White Pagoda's magic weapon stagnated.

Although both were top-grade magic weapons, the green dragon claw covered with millstone-sized scales accurately hit its flaws and blasted it away with one claw.

Seeing the dragon's five claws with sharp cold light coming towards him, Changsun Jie laughed and raised the bag for warding off disasters and accumulating blessings.

On the gray brocade bag, five-colored runes of "blessing", "lu", "longevity", "joy" and "wealth" flowed, and then a black cloud of disaster spewed out.

"Wow!"

Black disaster clouds surged, invisible waves flowed, the magic power of the green dragon claws stagnated, and then exploded.

Yan Youtai frowned slightly when he saw this.

They are enemies in the same industry, and both of them have comprehended some of the principles of fate. Similar scenes have been played out more than once.

The diviner can predict the flaws in the monk's magical weapon and the weak points in his cultivation, and then strike with precision.

The spirit of bad luck brings disaster, making everything go in a bad direction.
Although it was just a small matter, it accumulated over time and its combat effectiveness was reduced by at least 50%.

"That's all! Fang Yi's matter concerns my lifespan, so I can't let any accidents happen."

Yan Youtai sighed in his heart.

Essence, blood and vital energy continuously poured into the Tianwu Jue in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the ancient jade javelin witch pattern emerged.

The eagle soars, the tiger hunts, the venomous snake turns into blood, the ancient cicada sheds its skin. Many strange scenes are just fleeting glimpses.

Faintly, the chanting of gods and demons and the sound of our ancestors offering sacrifices to heaven and earth echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Youtai's cultivation of Tianji around him rose rapidly.

Second-level mid-grade, second-level mid-grade, peak-level, second-level high-grade
The peak of the second level!

The silver-white light in his eyes rippled, and the pointer on the Tianji Bagua disk behind him spun rapidly.

"Tick! Tick!"

In the blink of an eye, Yan Youtai spotted several weak points in Changsun Jie's magic power.

"boom!"

The dragon claws, covered with green scales as big as millstones, flashed with cold light and stretched out again.

"Transferring disasters and turning them into blessings is called removing disasters and accumulating blessings."

Chang Sun Jie chanted loudly, and the gray brocade bag was suspended in the air, with black spiritual light falling like a waterfall.

A faint sense of bad luck emerged and blessed the bag for warding off disasters and accumulating blessings.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Black and gray disaster energy corroded the green-scaled dragon's claws, and the sound of explosions echoed. Three of the five toes of the dragon's claws suddenly disappeared. "Ha! How could I not be on guard against this move of yours?"

Yan Youtai grabbed with his five fingers, and a series of silver spiritual lights shot out as if they had been prepared in advance. The green-scaled dragon claws that were constantly disintegrating paused, and grabbed again.

"boom!"

"With such attainments in divination, aren't you a mid-level celestial master?
No wonder.”

Chang Sun Jie let out a strange cry, and with the help of gray magic power, he disappeared on the spot.

The demon pet Water Leopard under his crotch did not have this ability. It was grabbed by the two remaining toes of the Green Scale Dragon's claws and turned into a pool of bloody mud.

Half a breath later, Chang Sun Jie appeared again and looked at Yan Youtai, who was surrounded by silver light.

“No wonder Master Tianque is so fond of you and regards you as his successor.

Such a talent for divination will consume one's lifespan, so one needs a spiritual doctor to regulate one's vitality."

He sighed helplessly, knowing that if he didn't give in, there would probably be a big battle.

A mid-grade second-rank spiritual healer, while rare, was not worth the huge price to pay to fight to the death with a celestial master who was at least a top-grade second-rank spiritual healer.

As an unlucky spirit, he knew best how difficult it was to deal with cultivators like himself.

Anticipate the enemy's moves, observe their energy, and predict their weaknesses
The cultivators who practice the way of heaven's secrets are extremely weak and can be easily killed by cultivators of the same level.

A strong person is just like Yan Youtai, who combines the art of divination with fighting skills. It is not difficult for him to fight against many enemies alone, or even jump to a small level in fighting skills.

What's more, Yan Youtai is wealthy. Just now, the two sides were testing each other and sacrificed two top-grade magic weapons, two top-grade magic weapons.

Chang Sun Jie ignored his killed mount and shook his head slightly.

“When Master Tianque was young, he was just like this.

Junior Brother Yan, you win this time. From today on, I will not bother Fang Yi again."

"That's good."

Yan Youtai nodded slightly and put away the Nine-Wood Green Dragon Staff.

"Jiedan Seed, it was quite a spectacle.
Hey, there is really no one who is simple."

Dozens of miles away from Jiuquan Mountain, Fang Yi's "Life and Death Sutra" was activated, connecting with the surrounding vegetation and completely hiding himself.

On his shoulders, one on each side, lay a three-legged poisonous toad with a green poisonous glow, and a black ancient cicada with its withering and flourishing energy.

Poison Path Secret Treasure: Five Miasma Poison Toad

Poison Path Secret Treasure: Dry Black Cicada

It is with the help of these two items that the secret treasures are integrated into the cultivator's qi and blood.

With the help of the tracking and finding beads, Fang Yi found the place where Yan Youtai and Changsun Jie fought.

Seeing that the energy of the fight in Jiuquan Mountain gradually stabilized, he shook his head slightly.

"A congenitally unlucky spirit that is close to achieving minor success, and a celestial master with at least the second-grade upper-grade divination cultivation.
It's a pity that both of them were restrained and did not get angry, and both sides suffered losses.
Otherwise, if you make this fortune, you might become rich overnight and have all the spiritual objects before the formation of the elixir."

Fang Yi felt a little regretful. He held the quasi-magic weapon, the Xujie Kurong Banner, in his hand and refined a second-grade mid-grade poison secret treasure.

If Yan Youtai and Changsun Jie were both defeated and unable to fight back, he would naturally not hesitate to take action.

The two Jindan seeds are worth a lot of money, and most of these cultivators start preparing spiritual objects for the Jindan stage.

There is a 60 to 70 percent chance that he has a spiritual object that can form a pill.

"Never mind, there's still a long way to go."

Seeing that the two of them were fighting in Jiuquan Mountain and the cultivators' energy had completely stabilized, Fang Yi did not delay any longer.

Immediately, he slapped the storage bag and a topaz aura flew out.

The spiritual light dissipated and turned into a small silver-white beast. It activated the earth escape technique, wrapped it up, and fled towards Fengling Fairy City.

A few months later.

In the Qingzhi Tower, the grass and trees are full of vitality, the blue lotus flag is swaying, and wisps of spiritual light are rippling.

Fang Yi cast a spell, and wisps of spiritual fragrance fell from the ancient Ruins Realm withered and flourishing banner.

"puff!"

Yan Youtai's body shook, and a mouthful of gray-black waste blood was spat out. Feeling that the flow of magic power became lighter, he looked approving.

“Junior Brother Fang, your accumulation in the way of spiritual medicine is the strongest I have ever seen.

In the entire Xuanyang Mountain, apart from the Jindan Zhenren, you are ranked first.

If you make further progress in your cultivation and enter the ranks of late-stage foundation-building cultivators, even a Jindan True Person will be inferior to you."

"Brother Yan, thank you for your praise. How dare I compare myself to a Jindan Zhenren?"

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, put away the magic weapon, and then took out a yellow gourd magic weapon from the storage bag.

"Senior Brother's essence and blood have been depleted, and his vitality is insufficient, which has led to a shortened lifespan.

Although there has been some recovery after these days of recuperation, it is only a temporary solution and not a cure.

The junior fellow prepared a gourd of Cangmu nourishing water, although it was only a second-grade low-grade elixir.

But the medicinal properties are mild, long-term use of it to nourish the body can make up for the innate deficiencies of Senior Brother."

"Oh? Let me see."

Yan Youtai took the yellow gourd magic weapon from Fang Yi with some anxiety.

"Clap!"

The mouth of the yellow gourd opened, and a faint medicinal fragrance flowed, quickly filling the quiet room.

"Gulu."

After confirming that the Cangmu Buyuan Water was non-toxic, Yan Youtai swallowed the spiritual liquid in one gulp.

Feeling the warm medicinal power nourishing the body, the lost vitality is constantly restored.

"Okay! Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother.
To be honest with you, Junior Brother, in the Qingye Mountains, the front line of the beast tide, our sect’s Jindan True Person is confronting a third-level demon beast.

"Brother, I cannot stay long. I would be grateful if you could prepare this gourd of Cangmu nourishing water for me. I would be grateful if you could not accept it."

Yan Youtai pondered for a moment, then took out a demon beast's inner core from his sleeve, which was rippling with azure blue water.

"I have seen that my junior brother's two disciples are both high-level Qi training cultivators.

This second-level water-attributed demon beast inner core is given to you as a reward."

"What is this? The inner elixir of Changsun Jie's mount, the second-order water-draining leopard?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly, sensing the familiar aura.

(End of this chapter)