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

Chapter 395: Drawing Cakes to Satisfy Hunger, Demon Pet Advances

Qing Ning: Master values ​​my Dao heart!
Bai Twelve: Master values ​​my Dharma body!

Cao Shaocheng: Master values ​​my foundation!

……

Qing Ning thought that she was still a virgin and had abundant vital energy, so she wanted to take her relationship with Fang Yi a step further.

Bai Twelve held the bone hammer magic weapon in his hand, with a determined look on his face, wanting to make the market safer and take one step closer.

Cao Shaocheng narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to inform his family and increase investment.

The Cao family has been engaged in the wind business for generations, and they know a lot of hidden secrets in the Baigu Sect.

Seeing the fiery eyes of the twenty or so new disciples, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

If you can suppress everything and control the overall situation, then even if there is internal fighting, you will be the one who benefits.

……

Half a year later, in a cave in the market town, a small silver-white beast appeared, surrounded by earth spiritual energy.

The two top-grade magical instruments, the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd and the Mountain and River Map, were surrounded by topaz-colored demonic clouds.

As Qi Jie swallowed and exhaled, he continuously refined pure spiritual power.

"Crash!"

The rich earth spiritual power gathered, condensed and accumulated, turning into spiritual rain that fell down.

"boom!"

The Qi of Qijie continued to rise, and a topaz-colored beam of light shot up into the sky, stirring up the tide of spiritual energy.

"Second-level mid-grade demon beast, Xiao Qi has finally taken this step.

Now I have a lot more combat power at hand."

Fang Yi stretched out his five fingers, and Ku Rong's magic power was activated. A blue-gray spiritual light shot out and turned into a light curtain, blocking the demonic power rising into the sky.

Three days later.

"Hum!"

Qijie's whole body was full of stable energy, demonic power was flowing, and a brilliant halo was rippling on his fur.

"Not bad……"

Fang Yi reached out and took the Seven Rings into his arms, using his magic power to detect the changes in the demon pet's body.

“A second-level mid-grade demon beast with an earth-grade bloodline.

There are also the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd and the Mountain and River Map, these two top-grade magic tools, which are also the most top-notch natal magic tools to help.

Among cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, although they are not as good as cultivators who have forged a superior foundation, they can jump one level higher and fight against great cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

But the combat power of the Seven Rings is also top-notch."

"Ok?"

Fang Yi stared at him for a moment, then his eyes lit up with joy and he laughed out loud.

"Through years of hard work, today is a double blessing."

With a thought, he created the ancient Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner in his hand, and wisps of dim yellow corpse aura emanated from it.

"go with!"

Fang Yi unleashed a burst of magic power, and the Ruin Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner floated in the air.

……

A quarter of an hour later, the withered and flourishing small cave was a place filled with corpses and a quagmire of blood and flesh.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

In the mire of flesh and blood, a sinister old man wearing bone armor had dark pupils and a dark complexion.

The corpse's qi circulated and turned into a placenta that wrapped around it and made it beat.

"Crash!"

From time to time, dark runes would appear, as would phosphorescent sparks. The corpse qi in the spiritual land of corpses was constantly being extracted.

The scarlet blood condensed and turned into a trickle, which was swallowed and refined by the Yin bone.

"Roar!"

Surrounded by swirling green Yin fire, Yin Gu roared to the sky, and the Qi in his body continued to rise, but suddenly it was stuck at a bottleneck.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Yin Bone roared continuously, constantly urging up his magic power to break through the bottleneck of the eighth level of foundation building.

But it has never been achieved, the bottleneck is solid and unbreakable.

The vast magical power hit like a tide, but the bottleneck of the eighth level of foundation building was like a bluestone dam, as firm as a mountain.

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, not surprised at all, and his spiritual consciousness surged out and probed into Yin Gu's body.

“Although it has been nurtured by the Corpse Dao Spiritual Land, the time of ritual cultivation is still short, and the Yin Bone is still lacking in foundation.

But there are other methods." Different Taoist traditions and different inheritances have very different methods of offering sacrifices to corpse puppets.

However, the most advanced sacrificial and refining methods can be roughly divided into two categories. One focuses on quality, using top-quality corpse materials, and then tempering them for dozens or even hundreds of years, and engraving them with secret methods.

Finally, a corpse of the underworld is refined, which is not only extremely powerful in fighting, but also has a bright future and can be continuously advanced.

One is that it focuses on speed, and the quality of the corpse material is also top-notch. The origin is stimulated by secret methods, and it can accommodate many spiritual objects. It takes a short time, and the advancement of the corpse after being refined is extremely fast.

However, the foundation is severely damaged, and the third-level corpse is often the limit.

The third type is the Yin bone with a hideous face and corpse-like aura in the mire of flesh and blood.

Although Yin Gu was a fake elixir master during his lifetime, his cultivation declined and when he was ambushed and killed, the origin of the fake elixir was almost exhausted.

The corpse made with it as the main material is far from the second-grade top quality, and can be considered as a medium-grade corpse at best.

Afterwards, Fang Yi used the blood of several foundation-building families, including the Lu family of Qingyan Valley, the Yuan family of Xuanshuangjian, and the Xu family of Yunshuibo, and thousands of Qi-cultivating monks to replenish his origin.

And borrowing the power of Qingzhi Tower, in the name of refining elixir, collecting the blood of many monsters, constantly nourishing,
But refining the Yin Bone to the seventh level of foundation building is already its limit.

If you want to improve again after that, it will take decades of time to polish and master the skills.

Or it could be a huge number of spiritual creatures, winning by quantity.

Fang Yi glanced around and looked at the bloody mire that was gradually drying up. Beside it, besides the Nether Spirit Flower that was emitting corpse energy, there were patches of corpse soul moss, Yin Yuan grass, and many other yin-attributed spiritual plants.

"Fortunately, with the Yin attribute spiritual plants I had accumulated previously and the savings in the Xiaoyuan Market warehouse,

Cooperating with Qing Huai to collect and refine the second-level spiritual objects of the Wood Charm is enough for Yin Gu to take this step."

"disease!"

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula, and Ku Rong's magic power turned from flourishing to withering, and a gray spiritual light flowed around his body.

One after another, dark runes were cast out, and strands of moonlight fell from outside the cave.

"Tear!"

The beating dim yellow placenta was pushed away by two skinny hands covered with corpse spots the size of copper coins.

The air was filled with corpse gas, and a corpse king with white hair, armor, and a bronze axe in his hand stepped out of the placenta and crawled out.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Yin Gu howled towards the sky, then bowed down towards the skylight in the tomb.

In the Kuruo Small Cave, as the corpse bowed down, the Yin energy condensed and transformed into an illusory moon disk.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yi changed the spells in his hands, and rays of dim yellow spiritual light shot out, sweeping across the land of corpses.

The Nether Spirit Flower, the Corpse Soul Moss, the Yin Yuan Grass, and all the first- and second-level spiritual plants withered.

Pure yin energy rose up and merged into the moon disk.

“The Secret Method of Corpse Dao: The Moon Worshipping Method for Nether Corpses. Although I don’t have the Taiyin Corpse Refining Formation, I am not refining a third-level Nether Corpse either.

The condensed phantom moon from many Yin-attributed spiritual plants is already sufficient."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and silvery-white moonlight poured down.

Silver moon patterns appeared all over the Yin Bone, magic power surged, and cracks seemed to appear on the indestructible bottleneck.

Seven days later.

Click!

There seemed to be a sound of a bottleneck breaking, which rang in Fang Yi's ears. His Yin Bone roared to the sky, his Qi rose, and he stepped into the eighth level of foundation building.

"That's right." Fang Yi nodded slightly, now holding another trump card in his hand. "Next is that fierce soul."

In the mire of flesh and blood, there was a thick evil spirit lingering. A three-meter-tall evil spirit had a strong and upright figure, with two fangs protruding from the edge of its lips.

As Fang Yi's gaze dropped, a trace of fear flashed across Li Hun's ferocious face.

"After a period of further refinement, you can begin to sacrifice and refine the Soul Puppet.

This quality of main material is enough for me to refine a second-grade, top-grade soul puppet."

Fang Yi pointed his finger, and a drop of blood flowed out from his index finger, fell between Li Hun's eyebrows, and slowly seeped into his soul.

Then the essence and blood merged into it, and Li Hun murmured softly, like a wounded little beast, looking at Fang Yi timidly with a little intimacy.

Ten days later, in the White Bone Building, Fang Yi leaned back on the blood-stained sandalwood chair with his eyes narrowed.

Between his legs, Qingling's figure was graceful, and a wet swallowing sound could be heard.

Looking through the wooden window at the market that had doubled in prosperity, and at Bai Twelve who was patrolling the market with a serious expression and holding a bone hammer, Fang Yi nodded slightly.

In half a year, more than 20 disciples performed their duties and tried their best to demonstrate their own value.

The benefits are more than just that.

"Master, your disciple is here to see you. I have something important to report to you!" Cao Shaocheng's voice came from downstairs of the White Bone Building.

Qingning paused, Fang Yi frowned slightly, and gently stroked her creamy back.

"continue."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and cast a soundproofing spell to completely cover up the movement.

(End of this chapter)