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

Chapter 376: Subjugation, Secret Treasury with Treasures

The skinny hand covered with corpse spots slapped and grabbed, fighting and pulling Bai Shisan in front of him.

Fang Yi's black robe rustled, and the aura of corpses lingered as he spoke in a sinister voice.

"I haven't seen San Hai for a long time. Are you getting bolder? Are you planning to target my disciples?"

"Master Yin Gu?"

Looking at the familiar monk in front of him, Master Sanhai's expression changed drastically.

"No, Old Demon, your cultivation has fallen. Are you at the late stage of foundation building?"

Black Heart fell, Green Sophora japonica and Gray Coffin disappeared, and all these events connected in his mind.

"You were the one who killed Junior Brother Blackheart, Senior Brother Green Huai, and Senior Brother Gray Coffin?"

Master Sanhai subconsciously took a few steps back, his nerves tense, and looked at Fang Yi warily.

Now in Xiaoyuanling Market, three of the four foundation-building masters have died, leaving only the three skeletons with the lowest cultivation level, and now they have been found again.

San Hai opened his mouth tentatively.

"Uncle Yin Gu, you and I have nothing to do with each other, so why are you looking for trouble with me?

As long as Uncle Master leaves now, I will pretend that I have never seen this incident."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes, and stared at Sanhai with his dim and slightly turbid eyes.

After San Hai's hair stood on end and cold sweat broke out, he spoke.

"Thief Sanbi, what if I don't want to leave?"

"Don't want to? Uncle Master really wants to force me?"

Sanhai's face was solemn, with magical power surging around him, and a white skeleton appeared behind him.

he threatened.

"Uncle Yin Gu, if he is still a fake Dan Zhenren, Senior Brother Qing Huai and Senior Brother Hui Ju are blind and will die.
Now, my uncle’s cultivation has declined, and he is no longer the fake Dan Zhenren in the sect.

Uncle Master, you act so recklessly, aren't you afraid that my Senior Brother Chi Shi will come and discuss old grudges with you?"

"Oh, that depends on that evil disciple, he dares to come and pay homage to me."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the Ruins Realm Withered and Flourishing Banner, surrounded by yin energy, appeared in his hand.

He urged his magic power, and a cold wind blew on the dark green banner. The pressure of a top-grade magic weapon flowed, and there was a faint sound of monks wailing. Fang Yi's threatening intention was beyond words.

"A top-grade magical instrument, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? I've never heard of this old ghost possessing such a treasure."

Master Sanhai looked grim. This Yin Bone had been missing for sixty years, and now it had set its sights on Xiaoyuanling. It was obvious that it had some plans.

He was only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, over 150 years old, and his future was bleak.

For the rest of my life, I only wish to be close to the pretty female cultivator and complete the achievement of killing a thousand people as soon as possible. I really don't want to fall into this quagmire.

"Uncle Yin Gu, are you really going to force me like this?"

"Junior Brother San Hai, my patience is limited. I will give you three breaths of time.

After three breaths, if you don't want to, you can stay in this Netherworld Bone Banner of mine and keep company with your fellow disciples!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Pfft!"

Under Bai Shijiu's shocked gaze, Sanhai knelt on his knees, prostrated himself, and complimented loudly.

"I am willing to die for my uncle!"

Fang Yi shook his head slightly. Although the cultivators of the Demonic Path had no taboos, it was rare to find a cultivator with such a flexible body after establishing the foundation of the Tao.

He slapped his storage bag, and a ray of light flew out, turning into a gem that slowly rotated in front of Sanhai.

“Junior Brother San Hai, if you really want to do this, please leave a drop of your blood on this tracking and seeking energy bead.

From now on, you and I are our own people
If you don't want to?"

"Yes, yes!"

On the ghost and bone banner in Fang Yi's hand, there were strange howling figures, and their scarlet eyes were staring at him greedily.

Master Sanhai quickly hammered his chest, forcing out a stream of blood, which fell on the pearl.

Seeing the changes in the fingertips' magic formula, Fang Yi searched for the Qi ball and slowly rotated it, swallowing the essence and blood into it.

In the face of Master Sanhai's ugly expression, he extracted the spiritual energy.

After an incense stick of time, the essence and blood combined with the spirit and soul energy, transforming into the shadow of a cultivator, sitting cross-legged in the bead.

Fang Yi reached out and picked up the tracking and energy bead in his hand to play with it.

"Searching for the Qi beads and leaving a picture, Sanhai, you should know what this means."

The White Bone Sect, Xuanyang Mountain, and Bishui Pavilion, the major Jindan sects, all have foundation-building cultivators who light soul lamps.

By using the soul lamp to perform secret techniques, once the cultivator's soul is controlled, the Jindan Zhenren will know immediately.

But every policy has its countermeasures. If the soul cannot be controlled by legal prohibitions, Fang Yi has other ways of control.

Master Sanhai sighed, with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"My blood and spirit have left their mark, and my soul and spirit have remained. If Master wants to find me again, there will be no hindrance."

Ever since Fang Yi showed up, Master Sanhai has been looking for an opportunity to escape, but he is different from Bai Shijiu who only has Qi training level.

Master Sanhai sensed clearly that the entire ancient building was blocked by the ghost and bone banner, and there was absolutely no way to escape.

Looking at the sad face of Master Sanhai, Fang Yi didn't care at all.

If this cunning old foundation-building cultivator is not intimidated by thunder-like means and his vital points are not grasped, who knows how much trouble he will cause.

"Junior Brother San Hai, please take me to the secret vault in the market. The secret vault's prohibition token is in your hands."

"Master uncle has a keen eye!"

Seeing that there was no way to resist, San Hai quickly calmed himself down and forced a smile on his face.

'Master Yin Gu's cultivation has fallen, and he only has the late foundation-building stage left. He came here this time to heal his old injuries.

Since you have already fallen into this matter, serve him well. If you can get his attention, you may be a great supporter.'

He glanced at Bai Shijiu, who seemed a little bewildered, and was certain in his heart that this competitor had limited combat power.

The smile on Sanhai's face became more sincere, and he bowed and spoke respectfully.

"Uncle Master, please follow me. Senior Brother Qinghuai left in a hurry and left behind many spiritual objects.

Now it seems that it is all due to my uncle's fate." After a stick of incense.

"We're here. Uncle Master's secret vault in Xiaoyuan Ridge is hidden by a magical barrier, right under this bone altar."

Master Sanhai stopped and pointed at the bone altar where there were still Qigong monks fighting on it, and explained to Fang Yi behind him.

"Uncle Master, please wait a moment. I will open the secret vault immediately."

Master Sanhai took a step forward, and a pale light flashed as he landed on the altar.

He exerted his magical power, and a white skeleton about ten feet tall emerged from his sleeve.

"go with!"

Yin energy surged around the skeleton, and a bony palm as big as a palm-leaf fan was swung out.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two slaps fell in succession, and the two White Bone Sect monks were blown away. Their faces quickly swelled up, and red marks the size of palms appeared.

"Bone Fifteen, White Twelve, get out of here. This altar is under my command today."

Gu Shiwu and Bai Twelve got up from the ground, ignoring the redness, swelling and pain on their faces, and bowed their heads in kowtow.

"The disciple has met the Venerable Master and wishes to be with you."

"Snapped!"

A pale slap was swung down, followed by two more slaps, causing the two monks' cheeks to quickly become red and swollen.

San Hai showed impatience and urged the white skeleton to interrupt the two people's greetings.

"What are you looking for? Get out of here!"

"Yes, Master, please calm down. I will leave now! I will leave now!"

Sanhai narrowed his eyes and watched the two monks in white robes with red and swollen faces crawling away.

The evil fire in his heart also dissipated a little.

If the monks usually flattered him with words, he would quite enjoy it.

But at this time, they were full of anger and had nowhere to vent it. Gu Shiwu and Bai Twelve were also very angry.

He couldn't do anything to Fang Yi, nor could he do anything to this young Qi-cultivating cultivator.

The spiritual light in Master Sanhai's sleeves flickered, and he was about to vent his anger on this unfortunate monk.

"San Hai, don't waste time!"

Fang Yi's hoarse voice sounded. Master Sanhai was playing with the Qi-cultivating cultivator, but he could not delay and entered the secret library.

San Hai shuddered when he heard this, and immediately slapped his storage bag and took out a bone token.

"Yes, uncle!"

As the spells were cast one after another, a faint jade light appeared on the white bone token engraved with the words "Qinghuai".

A gray mist rose, enveloping the bone altar. The runes on the token flowed and landed on a gap in the center of the altar.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A dull sound echoed, and a dark cave entrance appeared in front of Fang Yi.

Master Sanhai said,

"Uncle Master, Master Qinghuai's secret vault is under this secret passage."

"Oh? The light is dark? Qinghuai does have some ideas."

Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness surged and probed into the dark cave.

After a few breaths, he withdrew his consciousness thoughtfully.

Immediately, he swung his sleeves, and a dim yellow light enveloped the two of them, and they escaped into the secret passage.

A quarter of an hour later, a dim yellow light fell from the underground cave of Xiaoyuanling.

Fang Yi walked out and looked at the dozens of stone pillars of varying heights standing in the cave.

Soul-Condensing Orb, Small Black Gold, Beast Soul Stone, Five-Colored Soil.
On each stone pillar, there is a second-level spiritual object, wrapped in spiritual light, and they are all spiritual objects for refining the second-level white bone demon.

"Good stuff! Even if Qinghuai is a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, it would still take a lot of effort and energy to make this spiritual object."

Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand.

The spirit flag swayed, and the dim and withered energy gathered and turned into dozens of chains that shot out.

The magical ban that protects spiritual creatures, the spiritual light flows, and runes emerge, resisting the incoming chains.

But in the end, without the support of the monk, the chains shot out from the withered and flourishing banner in the ruins world slowly shattered the magical restrictions one by one.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After a stick of incense, more than ten spiritual objects on the stone pillars were collected.

Fang Yi's gaze shifted to the center of the cave.

"The most precious treasures are all in it."

Three stone pillars, five meters high, rise into the sky.

As the spiritual light flowed, rich earth spiritual energy gathered and turned into a dim yellow-brown magic ban, which was upside down on a spiritual pool.

"The second-level, mid-grade formation is the core of the formation that protects Xiaoyuan Ridge.

If we forcibly break the formation, even if we obtain spiritual objects, this Xiaoyuan Ridge will lose the protection of the formation."

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly. From now on, he would take 70% of the profits of Xiaoyuanling Market.

The cultivators who can come to this secret room to trade are all people who live on the edge of a knife, and among them there are many who have hidden their cultivation level and are at the foundation-building stage.

If the formation is forcibly broken and the formation's monitoring is lost, this market will inevitably experience a bloody storm.

Fang Yi's eyes turned and his heavy gaze fell on Sanhai.

"San Hai, do you have any method to open the forbidden area?"

"Uncle Fang, when Senior Brother Qinghuai left, he only left behind the token to open the secret vault.

This core point, my nephew has no solution."

Fang Yi frowned slightly, and then communicated with the seven rings in the spirit pet bag.

(End of this chapter)