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

Chapter 359: Meeting in the Dark Square
"Please wait for a moment, fellow Taoists."

With the peak cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building sweeping across.

A monk wearing a linen robe, with a thin body and a mustache, carrying a foundation-building master, landed on the bone platform.

Looking at the familiar monk, Fang Yi felt a little strange.

"Chang Sun Jie and She Yuanding? How did they get together?"

Hey, that's interesting.'

Fang Yi's body was filled with corpse energy, and he glanced at the two of them silently from the corner of his eye.

Then he looked at the Master of Gray Coffin, as if he was thinking about something.

'Auctions of this level are mostly held under the protection of legal prohibitions and formations.

This is because they lost the suppression of the late foundation building masters, so they moved the auction site to the white bone platform in the air.
Try it a few more times. If we can use the Yin Bone to control this place, there should be no shortage of spiritual objects with attributes like Yin, Soul, and Bone.

Master Huiju saw more than ten foundation-building masters sitting down one by one.

He waved his sleeves and took out the spiritual object from the jade box.

"Since all the fellow Taoists are here, let me throw out some ideas to stimulate discussion.
The second-grade, mid-grade spiritual material, Purple Essence Marrow, has a starting price of one thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Each bid increase must not be less than one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

'Purple Yuan Marrow? ! '

Fang Yi came back to his senses instantly and stopped trying to spy on the other cultivators' backgrounds on the bone platform.

His clothes fluttered, the gray corpse aura surged, the huge pressure of the middle stage of foundation building pressed down, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"One thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones, and this spiritual object, the Purple Yuansui, I want it!

I hope you fellow Taoists will give me some face."

Among the foundation-building masters on the platform, several seemed eager to make a move, but in the end they did not speak.

The Master of Gray Coffin frowned.

A piece of purple essence marrow was sold for 1,500 spirit stones. Although it was not a low price, it was still a little short of his expectations.

He knew clearly that among the more than ten Foundation Establishment Masters present, more than 80% were at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

No one would be willing to offend an old demon who refines corpses just for a second-level spiritual material.

"Friend Corpse Daoist, are you threatening others?"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Fang Yi's body was lit up with green corpse fire, and he laughed strangely and sinisterly.

"Fellow Daoist Huiju, I don't have such thoughts.

If any of you fellow Taoists are interested in competing for this purple essence, please feel free to speak up.

I am a loner and don’t care at all!”

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There was silence on the bone platform.

Obviously, no cultivator would be willing to offend a vengeful old demon for a rare second-level spiritual object, the Purple Essence Marrow.

Master Huiju frowned, but he was also concerned about the old corpse demon who traveled alone.

“One thousand five hundred spirit stones at a time!
Five hundred spirit stones each time, twice."

He paused and slowly opened the Soul Sealing Box a little more. A rich and sweet fragrance floated over the bone altar.

“My fellow Daoists, this is the top-grade purple essence produced by the White Bone Sect.

Whether it is used to refine the body, make pills, or refine puppets and corpses, it is a top-level spiritual object!"

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Huijiu, there is nothing other Daoist friends need.

The dust has settled on this purple essence, could it be that fellow Daoist, as the host of the auction, is planning to go back on his word?"

"you!"

Hui Ju's face turned cold, but he was also forced into a corner by Fang Yi's few words.

As the monk who presided over the auction, if he continued to cause trouble like this, it would be a huge blow to the auction.

Even if the host is a demon, the most crucial word of the auction, credit, must not be lost.

His face was dark green as he continued to speak.

"One thousand five hundred spirit stones three times. Congratulations to fellow Daoist Corpse for obtaining this purple essence."

"Hey, thank you fellow Taoists for giving way."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and fifteen colorful mid-grade spirit stones flew out.

At the same time, a gray spiritual light drew the soul-sealing box containing the purple essence into his hand.

He probed with his spiritual sense, and his hands were wrapped in corpse energy, and the withered magic power flowed.

"Top-quality purple essence?" Fang Yi frowned slightly and put away the soul-sealing box.

Time passed slowly, and an hour later.

Rare spiritual objects appeared at the auction and were quickly bought by many monks.

Soul of a Foundation Establishment Monk
A cauldron of top-grade spiritual roots.
The blood of the monks obtained by exterminating the clan
Many rare and unseen magical materials frequently appear at auctions.

Fang Yi relied on his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building and his vindictive words to buy things on a large scale.

Although the foundation-building monks were dissatisfied, most of the monks who came here were from unorthodox sects and evil ways.

Occasionally one or two upright cultivators would sneak in, but none of them were willing to offend a solitary and vindictive corpse cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building for the sake of a few spiritual objects.

The Gray Coffin Master's face turned grim as he watched Fang Yi pocket a gourd of a cultivator's blood essence at a very low price.

He secretly hated this old demon who was a loner, had an unknown origin, and had profound cultivation.

He is also somewhat wary.

'It's hateful. If it weren't for the spiritual medical clinic where Senior Brother Qinghuai worked, it would have been taken over by Yang Xuan, who is from the lineage of Jiuqu Zhenren.

My senior brother was also forced to take action and revealed his whereabouts. How dare this old man be so arrogant?

Hui Ju bit his back teeth, a murderous aura lingered around him, he secretly became ruthless in his heart, and finally took a step back.

"I have already finished auctioning off the spiritual objects.

If you fellow Taoists need it, you can go on the market and purchase spiritual objects for inheritance."

Chang Sun Jie saw She Yuanding standing beside him and smiled in gratitude. "This time, I am grateful to you for removing the cold poison from me.

I cannot repay you for saving my life, so I will give you the treasure you need."

As soon as he finished speaking, Changsun Jie activated his magic power, his lips moved, and his powerful voice echoed on the altar.

"My fellow Daoists, a certain family is looking to purchase the second-level inheritance of the art of medicine and the art of poison."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

His spiritual consciousness sank into the spirit beast bag, and he and Qijie kept searching for the loopholes in the legal ban in the Xiaoyuanling dark market.

After many attempts and provocations, he had concluded that this dark workshop had lost its master, a late-stage foundation-building cultivator.

If we can take advantage of this opportunity to occupy the Dark Square, it will be a great chance.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart.

'What a pity, this formation is a bit difficult, it is already at the peak of the second-level mid-grade.

Even Xiao Qi couldn't break through silently. So, we can only wait for some time until the Yin Bone advances.

"Second-level mid-grade soul sharpening stone, in exchange for a foundation-building pill"

A female cultivator in a pink gauze skirt twisted her snake-like waist and smiled charmingly.

Immediately, he took out a fist-sized green stone from the storage bag on his snow-white chest.

"Soul sharpening stone?"

"Second-level Soul Sharpening Stone?"

There was a moment of silence on the bone platform, and then there was a noise, with fiery eyes in the eyes of many monks.

The Soul Sharpening Stone is a rare spiritual object that can sharpen the soul. Such spiritual objects are extremely precious.

Among the nearly twenty Foundation Establishment Masters present, 80% had only seen this kind of spiritual object in records.

Fang Yi's vast divine sense probe collided with more than ten divine senses and landed on a fist-sized green and strange stone.

"It's the real deal! I never expected to get such an unexpected surprise."

Feeling the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword ringing softly in the Dantian Qi Sea and the excited inhalation and exhalation of blue blade light, Fang Yi's whole body shook.

"Sure enough, only a demonic sect like this could host an auction and raise enough money for such a rare spiritual object."
With this treasure in hand, sharpening the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword will take at most half a year, at least half a month, and it will be able to advance to a top-grade magical weapon.'

Thinking of the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword, which is a top-grade magical weapon, the magic ban is complete.

As the prototype of the ancient treasure of killing, it is at the level of a top-grade magic weapon, which is enough for it to show some power and dominate among the people who have established their foundation.

"I must get it!"

Fang Yi's face turned grim, and he painstakingly refined the Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword for sixty years.

However, due to his profound foundation, he lacked a sharp spirit and found it difficult to evolve the tenth magic restriction, and he was unable to break through to the top-grade magic weapon.

'But the Foundation Establishment Pill'

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, and then the evil spirit of corpses rose into the sky.

"First, eliminate the ordinary foundation-building cultivators. Don't let them take advantage."

On the altar, several cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding to join forces.

To the west of the altar, there is a sinister monk with a ghostly aura, a severed head, no feet, and a missing heart, and ghostly shadows are floating around.

"Roar!"

In the south of the Dharma Platform, there is only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

But he slapped his storage bag, and a second-level medium-grade black-scaled blood beast with dragon blood appeared.

To the north of the altar, the Skeleton Demon stood tall. Under the temptation of the Soul-Sharpening Stone, Master Gray Coffin also took action.

Fang Yi, who was standing to the east of the platform, nodded slightly, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, and spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist, I wonder if the quality of this foundation-building pill satisfies you."

As the jade bottle tilted, a spiritual object the size of a longan with four dan patterns on its body appeared in his hand.

"Mid-grade foundation-building pill?"

The female cultivator in the pink gauze dress froze for a moment, then she moved lightly with lotus steps, swaying gracefully.

In just a few steps, she walked up to Fang Yi and clenched her five fingers tightly.

She was willing to sell the Soul-Sharpening Stone in exchange for the Foundation-Building Pill.

This means that his descendants have reached the limit of the Qi training stage and are only one step away from building a foundation.

"Fellow Daoist Corpse, do you really want to exchange this elixir for the Soul Sharpening Stone?"

“Of course it is so. I have been building my foundation for a long time, and I have no younger generation among my disciples.

By chance, I got this mid-grade foundation-building pill, and I am willing to exchange it with my fellow Taoist."

Fang Yi stretched out his five withered fingers and took away the Soul Sharpening Stone.

Just as he was about to put it into the Soul Sealing Box, a voice from a high and mighty voice fell into Fang Yi's ears.

"Fellow Daoist, this Soul Sharpening Stone is wanted by my Chen family. I hope you will give me some face."

Fang Yi frowned slightly when he saw the pink-dressed female cultivator, who raised her pearly teeth slightly and performed a secret method of transmitting sound into her ears.

“Brother Shi Dao, the Chen family was founded by Master Dayong, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Originally, his cultivation level was similar to mine, but he was good at taming animals.

Later, due to the Jiazi beast tide, monsters invaded the Qingyun Mountains. By chance, he tamed a second-level medium-grade monster with dragon bloodline.

After that, his cultivation level was able to break through and advance to the late stage of foundation building."

The pink-clothed female cultivator sneered, her words full of disdain.

"That Chen Dayong got the opportunity and became a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. Among the casual cultivators like us, he is already the top cultivator.
He occupied the sacred land and founded his family.

He was very smart and didn't provoke monks from big sects like Xuanyang Mountain, Bishui Pavilion, and Tiandaowu.
We, the independent cultivators, have been quite rude, and the Chen family has become even more aggressive."

"The late-stage foundation-building master of the Chen family, Chen Dayong?"

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had also heard of this person. When he and his pet joined forces, their combat power was terrifying.

(End of this chapter)