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

Chapter 387: Fame spreads, visit

"Yes, disciple, I obey!"

Bai Shijiu suppressed the excitement in his eyes and took the soul with a respectful expression.

Fang Yi nodded slightly. He had already dealt with Yu Shutai's soul, and Li Wuhui's figure had been erased.

The next day, in Xiaoyuanling, hundreds of monks stood in groups of three or two in front of the dark market.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!"

Gray-feathered crows spread their wings and flew.

A bronze soul lamp fell on the stone archway in front of Xiaoyuan Dark Market.

There is also a clear coffin standing next to the archway.

A thin, seven-foot-tall monk in a green robe with a mustache was lying in the coffin with his eyes closed.

People were coming and going in front of the archway, some riding spirit beasts, some holding magic swords. Many of the monks had a faint murderous aura around them, and it was obvious that they were not ordinary people.

"My fellow Taoists, courtesy!"

In front of the archway, there were also several monks with tall and straight figures, wearing white robes with the words "white bones" embroidered on them with black gold thread.

The monk held his head high and spoke in a haughty tone.

"My fellow Daoists, there is a Foundation Establishment cultivator named Yu Shutai who has plundered our Xiaoyuanling market.

The master of the sect was furious and took action himself to extract the soul and refine the spirit as a warning to others.

Fellow Taoists, my Xiaoyuanling dark market is open for business and we welcome anyone who comes here.

But there are some rules that must be followed.”

"Wow!"

The area under the archway in front of the market town suddenly became extremely noisy, and dozens of sound-transmitting jade talismans flew up.

"Yu Shutai? Hiss, why is he here?" A charming female cultivator looked shocked.

"Yu Shutai?! The foundation-building master known as the Mountain Master from Wulong Mountain?"

"If not him, then who?
After all, Xiaoyuanling is backed by the White Bone Sect. An ordinary foundation-building cultivator wouldn't deserve such a scene, right?"

"Let's go and take a look. The soul lamp seems to contain his soul."

"He was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. How could he be captured alive and have his soul refined like this?"

"Hey, Xiaoyuanling is about to change. The cultivator who can capture Yu Shutai alive is no weakling among the great cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage."

"Yu Shutai? Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation?"

In a corner in front of the market, Yinling Shangren was wearing a robe that could devour hundreds of ghosts and souls, a black jade crown on his head, and playing with a folding fan in his hand.

He spoke to Master Youhen behind him.

"Brother, after Brother Qinghuai's passing, has the sect sent any more cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage to come to this Xiaoyuanling market?

Capturing a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building alive, even a senior brother in the late stage of foundation building, is not something that everyone can do."

"This"

Master Youhen also looked puzzled. Xiaoyuanling had been in operation for more than a hundred years since it was founded by Master Qinghuai.

It is well-known in the Fengling Immortal City and is the first choice for many evil cultivators, robber cultivators, and demon cultivators to purchase spiritual objects and dispose of stolen goods.

There is Fengling Fairy City, known as the first dark market.

This time, the soul lamps of Qinghuai, Heixin and Huiju, three foundation-building masters, were extinguished in succession, which was a shock.

The great monks in the late stage of foundation building in the sect had already fought each other to the point of bloodshed.

If Master Yinling had not shown interest and had the support of True Man Chi Ming, who knows how long the fight for the position of garrison commander of Xiaoyuanling would have lasted.

After Master Youhen recalled it again and again, he nodded affirmatively and spoke.

"Junior Brother Yinling, several Jindan Seedlings in our sect are eyeing this piece of fat meat in Xiaoyuanling Market.

Now that they are concerned about each other, my junior brother came to investigate the cause of death of Qinghuai, Heixin and Huiju, in order to stabilize the market.

It is absolutely impossible for the sect to send another cultivator. No one will offend the junior brother for this matter."

“That’s where it gets interesting.”

Master Yinling gently waved the folding fan in his hand, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Brother Youhen, let's go visit one or two of them and see who is so bold as to take advantage of our Baigu Sect.

It just so happened that my Netherworld Bone Banner had lost a second-grade superior evil spirit. Even if a late-stage foundation-building cultivator sacrificed himself, it would still be very empty.
Hey, if another great cultivator of the late Foundation Establishment stage comes, my treasure banner might be able to make up for the losses."

Master Youhen nodded slightly. This time, Master Yinling was fully prepared. The second-grade top-grade Yinyan Jiao was in the spirit beast bag.

With such a lineup, even a fake Dan Zhenren would be able to fight.

"Gulu."

The air in the Bone Building was filled with gloom and the sound of someone swallowing hard could be heard.

"Uncle Yin Yin Gu?"

Master Youhen's Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed hard. With a bitter expression, he looked at the cultivator in front of him with an unfathomable aura.

He, Yin Ling and Chi Yan Jiao could join forces to fight against the Fake Dan Zhenren, but that was just one battle.

The old monster in front of him is not an ordinary fake Dan Zhenren.

"Well, what's the matter? After not seeing you for a long time, Junior-Martial-Nephew Youhen doesn't recognize his uncle?"

Fang Yi sat cross-legged, supported by a cloud of corpses formed from grayish-white corpse qi.

He wore a three-yin crown, a human skin robe, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and held a white bone rosary in his hand, which he slowly moved.

Fang Yi's dim eyes rolled.

His turbid and sinister gaze fell on Master Yinling, who was standing beside him, wearing a robe that could devour hundreds of ghosts, with his black hair draped over his shoulders and his muscles tensed.

"I haven't seen Xiaoyinling for sixty years. Not only have you established your foundation, but you've also entered the middle stage of foundation building.

I don't know how Senior Brother Chi Ming is doing now."

"Master Yin Gu."

Master Yinling's face was tense, his mind was flowing, communicating with a quasi-third-level shadow escape talisman in his arms.

This is the life-saving trump card left to him by his father, True Man Chi Ming.

He infuses it with mana daily, nourishing it with his essence and blood. Once activated, even if the Fake Dan Master is caught unawares, he can still escape with his life. As the most favored son of the Chi Ming Master, he is well aware of the grudge between his father and the Yin Bone Monster.

'Damn it, how could there be such an old monster in charge of the Xiaoyuanling Dark Market.

Didn't this old guy disappear in Xuanyang Mountain for sixty years?

Master Yinling's magical power continuously poured into the escape talisman in his arms. The runes on the talisman glowed and were in a semi-activated state.

He looked at Yin Gu cautiously, and felt relieved when he saw that he had no intention of taking action.

"Shadow Escape Talisman? Junior Brother, do you not trust me?"

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed, sensing the faint aura in Master Yinling's arms.

"Don't worry, nephew Yinling. I have a grudge against your father, so I don't even bother to attack you."

'Ah'

Master Yinling sneered in his heart and ignored what the old monk said.

Rather than letting him believe that the words of the Demonic Immortal are credible, it is better to let him believe that he is kind-hearted and would not kill ants when sweeping the floor.

"Disciple Yin Ling pays homage to Uncle Master Yin Gu."

Master Yinling bowed and spoke respectfully.

"Master, my father is currently battling a third-rank half-demon from the Nanli Kingdom, and he often misses me."

"Miss me? Mourning, right? If I died, Senior Brother Chi Ming would be so happy."

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his eyes swept over and paused at the spirit pet bag on Yin Ling's waist, then continued speaking.

"Don't bring up the past. What brings you and Youhen here, nephew Yinling?"

"Uncle Master, I have been ordered by the Immortal Master to come and investigate the dark market of Xiaoyuan Ridge. The deaths of Qing Huai, Hei Xin, and Hui Ju, and the extinguishing of the soul lamp...
I wonder what advice Uncle Yin Gu has for you?"

After all, Master Youhen is a cultivator at the eighth level of foundation building, and has been practicing for nearly three decades. After all, Fengshuang has come to his senses.

He took a step forward, protected Master Yinling behind him, and signaled him not to act too aggressively.

Master Youhen spoke again.

"Master, your old injury hasn't healed yet, right? Who could have hurt you like this?"

"You have reached the eighth level of foundation building, and the foundation building platform has evolved yellow sprouts. You can see how strong my foundation is. Youhen, you are not far from the ninth level of foundation building, right?
With such a background and such cultivation, you can be ranked in the top three among the many foundation-building cultivators of the White Bone Sect."

The white bone beads in Fang Yi's hand kept moving, and the souls of the monks on the human skin robes wailed.

In the White Bone Building, negative energy gathered, and the expressions of Master Yinling and Master Youhen became increasingly solemn.

"Nine Colds of Xuanyang Mountain."

Before Yin Ling and You Hen could no longer resist escaping, Fang Yi restrained his aura and became like an ordinary old man.

"Xuanyang Mountain's Jiuhan Zhenren attacked me, and I fought him and was injured by his Bingpo Divine Light.

The sect and Xuanyang Mountain have joined forces to deal with the beast tide. This news must have been known long ago.
If you don't come looking for me, you are acknowledging that I have been captured by Jiuhan."

"Master Yin Gu misunderstood."

Master Youhen was certain in his heart that this fake Dan Zhenren was seriously injured.

Otherwise, even if he had the support of True Man Chi Ming, Yin Gu would not be able to kill him, but he would still teach himself a big lesson.

"Misunderstand!"

Fang Yi saw that Youhen's expression relaxed slightly, and he was certain that Youhen already knew that he was seriously injured.

He smiled coldly, and a ray of light appeared behind him.

"There's no misunderstanding. I'm just not as skilled as him. I admit it. I'll fight him again after I recover from my injuries."
But now, you two should go back to where you came from.
get out! "

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a gust of cold wind blew, picking up Youhen and Yinling and throwing them out of the White Bone Building.

"you!"

Master Yinling's expression changed, and his magical power flowed around his body, creating ripples on his Hundred Ghosts Soul-Devouring Robe.

"Junior brother! Don't lose the big picture for the small!"

Master Youshen began to persuade, and the spiritual light in his hand flowed, suppressing the spiritual light on the Hundred Ghosts Soul-Devouring Robe.

Until a howling cold wind blew the two of them out of the Bone Tower.

"Crash!"

The wind was howling, dust was flying, and the two monks landed in front of the White Bone Building.

Master Yinling looked unhappy, and he used a purification technique to clean himself up.

He looked dissatisfied.

"Brother, why did you stop me just now? That old monster's cultivation has fallen, yet he dared to be so rude.

You, me, and Yin Yan Jiao, if we join forces, we might be able to fight that old monster."

"Senior brother be careful!"

Master Youhen's expression changed and he bowed towards the White Bone Building.

"Uncle Yin Gu, please don't blame me. I just made a slip of the tongue."

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the upper floor, accompanied by a terrifying pressure.

"magic weapon?!!"

Master Yinling immediately fell silent.

As the son of a Jindan Zhenren, how could he not know the terrifying combat power of a Jiadan Zhenren holding a magic weapon?

"Uncle Master, please don't blame me. I just made a mistake. I will leave now.
Senior Brother Youhen, let’s go.”

An hour later, in an ancient building.

Yin Lingshangren spoke with lingering fear.

"Thank you for your advice, brother. Otherwise, if that old monster had taken action, I would have suffered so much.
However, the old monster also had some luck, and that magic weapon was clearly not his life magic weapon.
No wonder he still wants to fight Master Jiuhan from Xuanyang Mountain again."

Master Youhen was also still in shock. Who could have imagined that there was a fake Dan Zhenren in charge of this Xiaoyuanling dark market.

(End of this chapter)